1. The Island, Chapter 13


    Date: 8/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cruelty, Non-consensual sex, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    What was I going to do? How could I face people? How could I face myself? And what had driven me to do such a thing? It seemed so out of character for me, like someone else had taken me over. I didn’t believe in possession, and my religious views were way too casual to allow for the possibility of demons. This must have come from somewhere deep in me. A strange fog of numbness permeated me, quelling my agony and leaving me utterly blank. Accept. I pondered this. Things happened. We were all instruments of destiny, fulfilling our parts in a grand drama. For a few seconds, my mind rebelled. Bullshit! I was not some cosmic pawn. I controlled my own destiny. But a heavy pressure suffused my psyche, and I simply could not resist. I was not to blame for what happened. I must accept. I staggered to my feet, totally devoid of emotion. I almost felt my brain compartmentalizing the memory of what happened. It seemed to subside in importance, taking on a sepia-toned quality in my mind. It was old news. It was irrelevant. I had things to do. I had a life to live. The problem of what to do with the terrorist had been resolved. No one would have to execute her. She had executed herself out of remorse. I slowly trudged back to camp, only half in this world, the rest of me wandering strange paths in my subconscious. To be continued....
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