Rhea’s Doll Transformation
I’m bound here before, ropes cutting my orange latex skin, fused to every inch but my face, humming with unwanted […]
I’m bound here before, ropes cutting my orange latex skin, fused to every inch but my face, humming with unwanted […]
I’m Rhea, red hair flaring like a fucking blaze, blue eyes sharp enough to cut. I was prowling this ancient
My head’s pounding like a fucking sledgehammer, that sound wave’s buzz still screwing my brain as I snap awake. I’m
My head pounds as I come to, my body fighting before my vision clears. I am Jade, my blonde locks
My head’s pounding like someone took a bat to it. My jaw’s screaming, stretched so wide by this fucking massive
The shower stall’s cold tiles glare at me, their stark white surface locking my reflection in this claustrophobic hell. My
I should’ve known better than to poke at Emma before her precious football game. It was just past noon, and
Emily’s red hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the midday sunlight streaming through the clean barn’s high windows. The ropes
Under the endless blue skies of mid-September, McKayla knelt in the heart of a golden Kansas wheat field, the crisp
Alone in the warehouse, Lila felt the thrill pulse through her. The ropes weren’t a cage; they were a canvas.