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A Doll’s Forced Re-Education
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In the heart of a desolate landscape, nestled far away from the bustling pulse of civilisation, lies a monolithic facility of chilling significance. An imposing fortress, it rises defiantly against nature’s rugged landscape. Its towering walls cast shadows that seem to stretch into eternity. This enigmatic institution, shrouded in stark…
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The Reforming Institute (Ch. 2)
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(Photo credit @ShinyCreature) Louis would be unconscious during his transition to his new look. His motionless form lay steady on the gurney as its wheel creaked on the tiled floor of the laboratory. The rubber aide exasperatedly pulled the trolley closer to the devious equipment before coming to a halt next…
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The Reforming Institute
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(Photo credit @ShinyCreature) The world was once a very broken place. On the verge of chaos as crime and disorder were out of control. Rioting, looting and murder occurred daily with no signs of abating. The government, elected to protect against disarray, was a circus of corrupt officials unable to restrain…
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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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Horny Jail (Ch. 2)
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It felt like a view into another world. Ollie continued through the fortified hallway void of any sign of life. The vinyl flooring shone as brightly as the glossy red armour of the guard accompanying him on his journey. His heavy boots clattered as he marched ahead as Ollie sheepishly…
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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…
