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Repurposing and Rescuing
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A New Way To Be The Gimp As he woke naturally, his rested mind began to whir slowly into action. He was blissfully content, he couldn’t remember being more relaxed – he lay completely motionless. As seconds ticked by, he became aware of being pleasantly surrounded by warmth. He began…
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From Husband To Slave
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The tyres of the obsidian-black Aston Martin rumbled over the cobblestone driveway as Alex drove up towards his well-tended country home. The property came into view once passed the fortified, metal gate and sea of fir trees that surrounded the dwelling. A walled perimeter gave the impression that the wealthy…
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Captured and Entombed Forever
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The flames leap with sparks pirouetting, crackling as they burst – sending embers outward to the marble hearth. It transformed the wood into hot ribbons of light. A richly carved mantel surrounded the flaming blaze with reclaimed oak. Sat atop the decorative fireplace was an antique clock. Large figures, in…
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A Better Way To Commute
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Louis sighed. His day had been long and laborious. Counting the hours on the clock, he was exhilarated for the weekend away from his desk. He hated pointless meetings that could have been emails. Okay, his company had some poor performance issues over the past few months. But his workload…
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Horny Jail
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The wiper blades swiped across the windshield as rain fell from the sky above. Each droplet landed in the cooling air, soaking the road ahead. The miserable weather summed up exactly where Ollie was heading. The tyres swooshed through the damp tarmac as he drove further and further from civilisation.…
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Danger In The Desert
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“Freshen your cup, honey?” the elderly waitress questioned. Her perfume was just as sickeningly sweet as the soggy slice of pie on Trevor’s plate. The coffee was unsurprisingly subpar, however, after the long drive, he was thankful for anything warm. “One for the road, I guess,” he replied politely. The…
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The Branding Begins
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Photo: @GearImages The ice-cold chain forced Cody’s neck into an uncomfortable downward position. His eyes focused on the two kneeling legs jutting out from his midsection. His cuffed wrists dug into his lower back as he tried in vain to shimmy into a more comfortable position. The garage Cody currently…
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Becoming The Skinhead Slave
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(Photo by Craigskin © 2015) Drip. Drip. Drip. Soaked through to his skin, Chris felt the droplets of rain collect at his hair ends and plop onto the carpet below. He kneeled, eyes fixed on the welcome matt, wondering how long he’d be kept waiting in the dark. The door…
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The Promotion
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BLEEP! The card reader sounds as the security gates whoosh open. You enter the lobby and press the button for the elevator. It feels like a relatively dreary Monday morning at the office. The usual dull chatter between co-workers echoes around you. Phone in hand, you scroll through a range…
