Kneeling on his own bed, suspended by the ropes expertly tied around the light above his head, manhandled without remorse by the vice grip of the dark-haired woman behind him, Frank finally learned the lesson he should have heeded long ago. Unfortunately for him, the realisation was far too little, far too late. He whimpered as the woman mercilessly hammered into him. He couldn’t take it anymore – he couldn’t
Staring up at the bottle-lined shelves behind the bar, Carl wondered if any of them might contain the answers he was looking for. Having so far worked through about half of them he was beginning to suspect not, but with a swelling rock of misery throbbing in his chest he could not think of any other option besides testing out the rest. With doleful eyes, he glanced down at his
‘Welcome,’ came Madison’s voice, and the four of them looked up to see their boss standing at the top of the spiral staircase which rose up in front of them. Having only ever seen her in her daily business dress, it took them all a moment to recognise the stunning woman smiling down at them. In her short, tight white dress and towering heels she looked an entirely different woman,
The bedroom Ebony found herself in felt vaguely familiar. Though she could not quite identify why, the whole place was oddly recognisable. She wondered if perhaps it was a set from a movie or television show she had seen, but neither option seemed to pinpoint exactly where she had seen the room before. Regardless, the wooden décor and red bedsheets felt strangely comforting after a night of finding herself in
Landing in their original bodies was a bizarre sensation. Erika supposed it was something like it might feel to return to a childhood home after years of absence. Of all the bodies they had so far occupied, there was something innately different about those they had first arrived in. A familiarity, a comfort that was difficult to quantify. Yet intertwined with them was an oddly foreign feeling not dissimilar to
Amber could not deny she was nervous. It was difficult not to be when you were sat alone in a clinically white waiting room with just your thoughts for company. Though she may not have known what exactly to expect, she at least had an idea, and she didn’t think anything had terrified her more in her entire life. The white tiles of the wall beside her were so clean
When he woke up, Liam couldn’t move. He could remember nothing from before he fell unconscious, nothing other than the smell of sweat and a large figure standing over him. It took him a moment to regain all his senses, but when he did he began to panic. He was laid naked, face-down on a black PVC floor in a room so dark that he could not see the walls.
Sir Vincent, honoured knight of King Arthur, crept through the darkened corridor with his sword drawn, calculating each step carefully. It was no exaggeration to say that his very life depended on his caution and to put a foot wrong could spell his doom. All alone in the heart of the High Sorcerer’s fortress, he was lucky to have survived this far. He would have felt significantly more at ease
