Chapter 42 "The Gene Pool"
Gently rocking. The soft sound of water. A dim, orange light slipping in through the slivers of the windowshades. Alexis put her arm up over her face, and then gasped in surprise as Rick mounted her and...
Gently rocking. The soft sound of water. A dim, orange light slipping in through the slivers of the windowshades. Alexis put her arm up over her face, and then gasped in surprise as Rick mounted her and...
Beatrice was vomiting. This was the third time this week, and she wasn't even sure why. It was 4am and she was leaning over her toilet, holding her own hair out of her face as she stared down at the...
Hours upon hours of scrolling. Thousands of articles, listacles, seemingly private records of addresses and phone numbers, all leading to the inevitable dead end that always seemed to loom just around...
The felt had never felt better in her hands, the sewing machine clicking with an eerie precision as she continued her efforts to capture the essence of his personality. Eliza had always been excellent...