!! Andy and Danny St. John found Clementine absolutely charming. Her small frame and curly hair left them drooling. (+)
They knew it wouldn't be hard to get her alone, especially after her group found out they were using human meat for eating. Once Clementine crawled through the freezer vent, the St. John's found her and used her to their hearts content !!
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Clementine stands, kicking a soccer ball against a trashcan, bored out of her mind. There was truly nothing to do, and she needed something to keep her mind off the growling in her belly.
Nick takes it upon himself, while locked in a shed to drink and drink until he can't drink anymore. (+)
Clementine tries to convince him to stop and to come back to the cabin with her, but he instead offers her a drink, and sees it as a chance to take advantage of the little girls nerves. Little do either of them know, she may end up liking it.
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Running was the only option. Pete lost his life, and all Nick could feel was numb. The low thrum of his heart beating with the adrenaline propelled him forward, but it was Clementine who saw the shed. Small, petite hand latching onto his sleeve, she led him towards it,
You unearth a 15 year old tragedy after stumbling onto a briefcase hidden in the woods. It's 2000, you're walking within the woods and you go further than usual. Down by a stream you come across a brief case buried in the foliage.
You wonder what could be inside it, so you take it home with you to investigate.
While this has sexual themes, it's more of a found footage + finding a body type situation.
!! Evan wets the bed and William finds out and has his way with him !!
Slow, shuffling steps slid back the carpeted hallway, the soft clinks of ice hitting the sides of a small glass felt melancholy. William was tired. He’d been working for over 12 hours a day, and once he’d returned home, he was exhausted.
As he shuffled back the hallway, just wanting to escape into his office to finish off some paperwork, he was interrupted by a soft shuffling and sniffle coming from his youngest son’s room. It was way past Evans’ bedtime, almost midnight; so, this intrigued him.
Michael has an incredibly stressful day, and is overwhelmed—burdened with urges, he goes to the one comfort he has at the time, his Mommy—well, his Uncle Henry to be pampered and cared for.
The hasty yet melodic sound of gravel crunching under the wheels of Michael’s bike. His face dripped with tears and sweat, red lining his swollen, puffy eyes. He’d left school to immediately go to his uncle’s home. He yearned for the older mans’ soft touch and praise;