As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the suburban neighborhood, Jack couldn’t help but feel grateful for the woman who had taken him under her wing. Ms. Jackson, a neighbor who had become like…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Dear Future Slave, You were wise to approach me on your knees—where you belong. And you were even wiser to come under the direction of Goddess Ebony Rivers. Her power is absolute, her standards are high. If she believes you’re…
In the dust-kissed outskirts of Texas, where the horizon stretched out like a lover’s embrace, Casey Carson, a cowgirl with a fiery spirit and a penchant for adventure, found her curiosity piqued by the whispers of the town’s most seasoned…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the suburban neighborhood, Jack couldn’t help but feel grateful for the woman who had taken him under her wing. Ms. Jackson, a neighbor who had become like…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Dear Future Slave, You were wise to approach me on your knees—where you belong. And you were even wiser to come under the direction of Goddess Ebony Rivers. Her power is absolute, her standards are high. If she believes you’re…
In the dust-kissed outskirts of Texas, where the horizon stretched out like a lover’s embrace, Casey Carson, a cowgirl with a fiery spirit and a penchant for adventure, found her curiosity piqued by the whispers of the town’s most seasoned…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…