1. ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1


    Date: 1/22/2017, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner, Source: xHamster 

    ... disappearing from sight as he crawled on, and the larger young man kept his hand on the edge of the duct, ready to climb in there if he needed to. He was just about to start his way inside when he heard a scream that made even his thick skin crawl. &#034AHHH WHAT THE… FUCK THIS!&#034 &#034What'd you find?!&#034 he shouted into the duct, seeing Andre's legs reappear as the musician moved backwards like a man possessed to get out of there. &#034Andre?!&#034 &#034Dude… this is fucking messed up as… fuck!&#034 he cried out. &#034She was in pieces!&#034 &#034Holy Jesus… who'd do that to a little girl?!&#034 &#034Not the girl…&#034 Andre said, feeling Nate grab his leg to pull him out of there, his dark hands once again stained with bl**d. &#034It was Trina. Or half of her…&#034 &#034Mother of God…&#034 the usually calm cowboy exclaimed. &#034Her top half was blocking my path, but I think the legs were around the other corner and I wasn't crawling over… I mean, Trina was a bit of a grunch, but shit, man… nobody deserves that.&#034 &#034You can't tell Tori that…&#034 Nate said, never having his former girlfriend too far from his mind. &#034I mean… you can tell her about Trina being dead, but not all that. That girl isn't built for that kinda thing.&#034 &#034Fuck Tori! What about me not being built for this?!&#034 Andre said, earning a fiery gaze from Nate, for a second, before Nate just shook his head. &#034Thanks for the help getting out though, man… I'm not ever going to sl*ep ...
    ... again though.&#034 &#034Let's just keep hopin' that ain't what's gon' happen.&#034 * * * &#034I hope every single one of you assholes dies,&#034 Beck said to no one in particular as he treaded through the left tunnel, which was just as wide as the previous tunnel, which was overwhelmingly unnerving as it was a lot of space to fill with just him. Gone were the numerous rat carcasses, and the path was relatively worn. Far less disgusting, which set the handsome young man on edge. Someone has taken the time clean and wear this path out, he thought, a shiver running down his spine. It had to be recent… and just knowing that he was following the killer's footsteps put his very being on edge. After walking for what felt like a good 50 yards, he reached an impasse very similar to what Andre and Nate would soon find, but far more narrow. As he crouched to look into the dark and damp abyss, he couldn't help but feel like something was staring back at him too. I should just go, he thought. Just go back upstairs and see the others, and maybe just keep the group together so that no one else faces this shit. But there was still that knot in his stomach. He never viewed himself as selfish really. Sure, he was a bit chauvinistic with Jade and he had spiralled out with Tori, but he had gotten better, at least in his mind. His life was together, and his conscience was no longer suppressed by the toxins, and he was genuinely worried about the little girl. Which, at least to Beck, alerted him to ...
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