Ariel Under the Sea
The first thing Ariel did when she woke up was try to scream. The ball stretched her jaw wide and turned the sound into a wet, muffled grunt that the water swallowed whole. Red.
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Marie Finds a Hidden Trap
Marie found the iron frame standing between two oaks in the middle of the autumn forest, half buried in fallen leaves, and she should have kept walking. She didn’t. She touched it. Video Preview Prompt Information
Elsa’s Bitchsuit Halloween Costume
The latex catches the last of the sun and throws it back in a long, molten line down her spine. Elsa is on her hands and knees on the sidewalk, or close enough to hands and knees that it still Read more
Alice in Wonderland Ruins
The sky over Wonderland is the color of old dishwater, and it hasn’t changed in what feels like days. Below it, the chessboard stretches out in black and white squares gone soft with rot, the edges swallowed by bramble. Video Read more
Belle’s Fall Tour in Chastity
The leaves come down in slow spirals, orange and rust, settling on the wet ground around Belle’s bare feet. She doesn’t feel them anymore. Video Preview
Maggie’s Visit to the Cabin
The tape is the first thing she knows. Not the cabin, not the storm, not the cold floor under her cheek. The tape. Video Preview Prompt Info
Gamer Girl’s Wine Filled Adventures
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The rope is the first thing I know. Not the room, not the dark, just the rope biting into my wrists behind my back, cinched so snug that my fingers tingle when I try to spread them.
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Marge’s Lawn Adventure
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The rough hemp bit into her wrists as she twisted her hands behind her back, searching for any give in the knots. The midday sun beat down on 742 Evergreen Terrace, baking the front lawn where she sat with her ankles bound together and her back against the base of the oak tree.
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Rapunzel’s Trip to Prison
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I am sitting upright on a thin fiberglass bench inside what they call a prison RV, though the space feels more like a mobile cage that was built specifically to hold me in place and display me for transport.
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Anna Chained in the Basement
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The light never turns off. That’s the cruelest part, I think, worse even than the chains. It hums above me from its mount on the cement wall, flat and white and endless, and it has burned away whatever sense of morning or night I might have had left.
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