Slave To The Wager: Ch 5 - Suspended Until Further Notice

**2:30pm, Sunday** As I lap my water, it dawns on me that our friends must have already left. There is certainly little noise coming from the living room so I deduce I mustn't have heard them leave. Being in bondage sucks time like a black hole,...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 2 - Sunday Morning

**12:30am, Sunday** I pull in futility against my binds, the metal of the cuffs clanking nosily against the frame I'm attached to. I look around, but the rubber mask still obscures all my vision, the darkness of the room ensuring there's nothing I...

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The Chili Festival

Sykes strode up to the marquee on the edge of the park, his stomach rumbling. The Chili Festival was the highlight of the year in this backwater town and he'd been looking forward to it all week. He watched a queue of people stream into the tent;...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 1 - Saturday

**7pm, Saturday** "Checkmate!" he says, reclining on the chair with a satisfied smirk on his face. My heart sinks. I look at the board but the pieces don't lie. He's caught my king in a pincer movement between his queen and a rook. My eyes rise to...

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Scenes We'd Like To See

Raposa looked across the desk and glared. He breathed out heavily, a solitary vein tattooing his muzzle, quivering slightly with every broken heartbeat. He growled, fixing a daggered stare at the subordinate in front of him. The constancy of his...

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