Sample Post from the Horror Genre this Month:

Ibrahim Gimirri posts in Slave to the Hunger

He felt like a fool.

Ibrahim slammed the door to his room, their room, with such ferocity that the hinges buckled but he didn't halt, casting furniture aside until he stood alone on the small balcony. He almost shook with anger at being betrayed by his own lover. It had all seemed so logical when they'd first concocted the plan to trick Candice into serving up Slade for them. Having her believe that Kallias could be intrumental in Julia's downfall had been Lilit's idea, but Ibrahim had almost believed it himself, she had been most convincing.

Kallias of course had thought he had a way out and so had played along until his appearance in the Senate Meeting Room. Now that cowed, submissive prisoner was not the man Ibrahim knew or recognized. How they'd done it was beyond him but he could not believe Kallias would behave in that way. He'd come to the conclusion that Julia was implementing plans of her own, the first of which was to separate him from Lilit. Perhaps that was what she'd intended all along. What he considered now was that his own existence could be under threat and Julia was quite capable of killing if she had to.

He felt sorry for Candice, wished he'd not agreed to help with the plan. He'd actually liked her, she wasn't the self serving bitch that Julia so obviously was and she so clearly cared deeply for those she termed as friends. Even Kallias had elicited some emotion from her despite the appalling way he'd treated her in the past. That Slade had been a naughty boy was abundantly clear but his actions did not deserve this obsessive hunt that Julia seemed focused on. There was more to all this than he'd been told, Ibrahim was sure of it.

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