My Private Locker Secret: Vampire’s Raw Surrender After Slaughter
Deep in my loft—my private locker, vault of buried shame—I finally broke. That night, boots crunching forest rot, Osgoth’s blood still warm on my blade. The wolf who chained me, raped me raw a century back. Fucked me till I swelled with his freak spawn. Stole it. Left me hollow. I’d tracked him to his…