darkqueenarts

So you think rape is sexy? So suicide turns you on? So you think pain is sexy? So you think death is amusing? So you get turned on by the horror and the evil? So you enjoy the scars and the bullet holes? So you like the cuts and the gags? So you are pleasured by the violence? So you love the tears and the blood? So what happens when those are your tears, and that is your blood? What happens when you are hurt and threatened and bruised? What happens when you are alone with no one to tell? What happens when you are held down on the floor? What happens when you go missing? What happens when you have a death threat hanging right above your hea...

To SoraRiku was quite an unlucky young man.  Twenty years old and already his life was coming apart.  He lost his job, didn't have much money, could barely afford the apartment he was living in and now he thought he was coming down with a cold.  As sluggish as he felt, he walked the five blocks from his house to the drug store on the corner in the freezing, icing rain.  After achieving his goal, he stood on the street curb waiting for the light to change.  Darnit, he hated this light.  It always stayed red 3/4 of the time.  Of course he snow and rain was just a plus.  He scrunched his face in a grimace and gave the light one last glare bef...