But Peter was inside. Long dead. A dryer hose had been attached to the vehicle, and after weeks of sitting in the summer heat, his body had decomposed so badly that it had essentially become fused with the seats.
I assumed I was having some kind of heat-related illness after the long day, so I tried just to stop vomiting, have someone take me to the toilet to freshen up a little bit, and leave.
wasn’t sure if you write for female characters and this is just an idea but step-brother/or sister reader who likes to tie up Shoko and watch her writhe and squirm while their parents are out
AW thought passes through the mind. Usually, it disappears. But when the thought is repeatedly charged with fear, desire, anger, shame, devotion, or anxiety, it begins to acquire continuity. Attention gives it energy.hen the Patterns We Feed Begin Feeding on Us