ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #2 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #2

... her mood. Her curiosity drove her to check it after only a minute, and when she saw it was from Sam, she was instantly torn. On the one hand, she knew that Freddie loved her and was going to marry her, but the fear that his old feelings for the blonde could pop back up anytime was too much to bear. -im sorry bout b4. I love u. talk n da morning. Jade stared at the message, her anger fuming, and she considered deleting it but her mind flooded back to the camp they fell in love and she deleted a message from Sam and it ruined their relationship for a while. So, she resisted her urges, and left it marked at new and left it alone. For now. As she heard the toilet flush, with the accompanying faucet use, Jade put the phone back on the stand and started to get out of bed, ready to take over the bathroom for her shower, where hopefully she could wash away the way she was feeling right now. * * * It had been a long day for Sinjin, hiding in plain sight from everyone at the party, but for the last couple hours he had holed up in an empty room he had gotten into. The thin college student had been poring over books and newspapers, looking for clues that would link what happened all those years ago to what was going on now. The names of the victims had been withheld when the murders happened, but were mentioned in an issue a few years later, and finding which one that was had taken up most of his evening, but finally he had found it. As he scrolled through the names, there was one that ...

... stuck out like a sore thumb, and it took Sinjin a couple minutes to realize why. And that's when the truth hit him like a ton of bricks: There was a killer here on the island… and even worse, they had come over on the same boat as him. The idea that a killer might be among them made him Sinjin completely nauseous, so he raced to throw up in the bathroom. As he stared into the mirror after he had emptied his system, Sinjin began to wonder why he had come without Berf, and had taken it upon himself to try and save the people that ruined his life in high school. But that was the reason right there. He could be a hero and get the respect he craved at last. Sinjin headed back into his room, setting his glasses on the nightstand and closed his eyes, rubbing his face from exhaustion and soreness, and let out a loud yawn, but it was silenced with a fist. A single punch knocked the gangly nerd down to the bed, and before he could even react, a f*rce was put on his stomach and a pillow covered his face. He thrashed wildly, but whatever was on him, was no backing down, and he found that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He used the last of his strength to push whoever this was back, but before he could get a good look at his assailant, they struck him again and pinned him with the pillow. This time, he wasn't so lucky, and within a few seconds, his breathing had ceased and he was still at last. The killer took a deep breath, thinking that this certainly went down easier than ...