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“If we use the mirror, I’ll be able to really see you this time,” John had told him. “I want to get a good look.”
And that’s how Arthur ended up naked on the bed with the mirror only about a foot away, his legs spread for John to see.
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Now that they have a bedroom they get a bit of privacy in, Arthur and John decide to use the mirror in the room to its fullest potential.
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- Part 1 of Right Now You're Mine
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12 Jan 2026
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When night falls, Truman sees the cameras everywhere. He sees them in the walls. In the television set, in between the cracks and crannies, in every circle and square. He cannot go to sleep without seeing a camera in the lamp next to him. And Sylvia assures him she'd never do to him what Christof did, and he believes her, or maybe he wants to.
This chronicles the hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades after Truman chooses to leave.
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“Tell me your name,” the Callistan Crusader said, his voice low.
“My name is Alejandro Gonzalez,” Alejandro said. “What do you want?”
“Well, Mr. Gonzalez, I suggest that you make sure that everyone is accounted for,” the Callistan Crusader said as he moved his hands and a handful of workers were spat out of the second floor onto the first, landing hard enough that one of them screamed with pain, although no one appeared to be irreversibly injured. “Or I will do significantly worse.”
“What do you want?” Alejandro asked again, his eyes not leaving the Callistan Crusader.
“My birthright,” the Callistan Crusader said.
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12 Jan 2026
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He was supposed to die alone in his own hallway floor, gut-shot by a vigilante who vanished into the night.
Instead, the thing that had been watching him for several nights stepped through the broken door and decided death was no longer an option.
“I am your savior.” The Visitor hummed, “But I'm not that kind.” He says, “You will offer yourself to me in return for the favor I did on your life, give yourself to me like I gave life to you.”
“What do you want?”
"I wish to taste you."
The homeowner feels his eyes widen.
The Visitor's rapid eyes blinked owlishly, “It's a different type of taste, a different smell that comes from here."
His hand travels towards the human's crotch before he cups his cunt over it.
“I must taste it."
Or where,
local touch starved widower gets claimed, stuffed, and creepily adored by a certain seven foot stalker who refuses to let him die after he gets shot.
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12 Jan 2026
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“Strangeee, she wasn't even your own but you mourn her as if she was.”
The homeowner felt his teeth grit because fuck, his head hurt.
“I can still taste the tiny thing in the air there, little human fear, little human tears, she used to cry alot but now I can't hear her cries anymore, sooo she must be gone, they took her, hm?”
Then the Visitor took a deep, filthy inhale like he was dragging the scent straight through the door and into whatever counted as lungs.
“I can smell your fear through the door, it's eating you alive, its delicious."
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Drunk, guilty, and utterly alone after FEMA rips the little girl from his arms, the homeowner was halfway away from drinking himself to death with a loaded shotgun by his side,
But then came along a certain Visitor who confused his guilt for fucking baby fever.
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11 Jan 2026