1. ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #5


    Date: 12/5/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner 

    ... signal that perhaps he wasn't the worst father ever. &#034Are you ok, babe?&#034 Freddie asked, cradling her head into his chest and rocking her back and forth. &#034Yeah…&#034 she said softly, still gasping for air a bit. &#034I think so.&#034 &#034What happened, sweetie?&#034 Robert asked, looking around the pool. &#034I'm not sure,&#034 she said, shaking her head. &#034I was calling Freddie… leaving a message, and then it all kinda goes black. Like I got hit or something. Then the pool closed up.&#034 &#034There was no one at the control when I saw you in the water,&#034 Robert said, &#034Are you sure you didn't hit the button and then fell in?&#034 &#034No!&#034 she snapped. &#034Someone hit me, I fell in, and then, the cover came over.&#034 &#034We can talk about this in the morning, Jade,&#034 Robert said getting up. &#034I assume you can get my daughter to her room safely, Mr Benson.&#034 &#034Yes sir,&#034 Freddie said, not even concerned about their spat the night before. He helped jade to her feet as the crowd dissipated and headed back inside for what was left of the bachelorette party, but the bride and groom headed upstairs, and while they had no intention of having sex, Jade slept in Freddie's bed that night, as the muscular teen spent most of the night sitting up, unable to sl*ep, watching over his lover. * * * A couple miles away from the inn sat Schneider's Cemetery, behind the primary church, the future site of the Benson-West wedding. Despite a look across ...
    ... the surface of the area, which showed the grounds completely empty, there were still muffled sounds to be heard. But this wasn't un-common really, as many ch*ldren would dare each other to spend time in the graveyard, hearing strange noises and assuming the mythical Slasher had returned to get them. Tonight however, the sounds coming from an open grave in the area, were not from some spirit or a****l, but from a curvy brunette who had tape across her mouth and her hands and feet were tied together. The rope from Trina's hands fed into a small pipe above her head. Trina squirmed and wriggled and did her best to get out of the ropes, screaming muffled sounds for anyone who might hear her, but sadly, there wasn't a person around for at least half a mile. She had no idea how long she had been down here, but she had been awake for several minutes now, staring upwards at the night sky view blocked by a couple taller statues, arms pulled hard against the dirt wall of the grave's edge. As she squirmed, she felt something sharp. With all her energy, she ground the rope against the sharp part of the pipe, where apparently it had been chipped, trying to cut through the rope as fast as she could. Trina quickly realized that the more she freed herself from the rope, the harder it became to move her arms, as if it was weighted by something. The eldest Vega s*ster pressed on, trying and stretching as hard as she could to get herself free from whatever sicko would do this to her. Her hands ...
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