I Have Problems In This Life - Marta
Aren't You A Priest?
Where Is Your Boss?
To Whom It May Concern
What Am I Being Charged With?
The Stalker And Her Assumption
Nonsense About God And Piece
Geni Afnasich Devlin
What do you think, Moisha.
The Juiciest Details
TRIGGER: VIOLENCE - God
TRIGGER: ASSAULT/RAPE - Regardless of Actual Guilt
TRIGGER: RAPE/VOMIT/BODILY HARM - Vomit
TRIGGER: SEXUAL ASSAULT/NON-CON TATTOOING - Marked
TRIGGER: RAPE/HUMILIATION - No Longer Human
CW: Torture - They tried to break me...
Captain and Judge
Fantasies of God
Good, I need a partner.
The brown noser gets his reward.
Is he a child molester or a spy?
Gay Prison Exploitation Novels
CW: DEATH - The execution of Vera
The Rhino's Tricks
CW: DEATH - Respect for Tradition
Innuendo Call Out
Death Wishes and Roses
I Have Problems In This Life - Whore
Scene action: Camello eyes Tsar suspiciously, eyes narrowed at the former priest.
Dialog: Are you taking us hostage?
Scene Action: Tsar plays. He has the upper hand and he knows it.
Dialog: Yes I am, darling. I want to be your bodyguard.
Scene Action: Cam looks to Tsar, incredulous. Any affection he may have harbored for Tsar is no longer there.
Dialog: Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘darling’?
Scene Action: Tsar looks up at the ceiling, smirking as he lays out the stipulations.
Dialog: I’m either hired or I want five million American Dollars.
Scene Action: Camello’s eyes almost pop out of his head, hearing Tsar’s demands. He’s both shocked and angry with the demands.
Dialog: Are you out of your mind?!
Scene Action: Tsar grows serious upon hearing Camello’s accusation, his own brows furrowing with irritation.
Dialog: I already killed both of your bodyguards outside. Hire me.
Scene Action: Cam is forced to face the truth of the situation and the direness of his position. He narrows his eyes at Tsar.
Dialog: How do I know you won’t kill us, if I pay the ransom?
Scene Action: Tsar looks sly. He knows that Cam knows who’s in charge at the moment. He lowers his eyes and gives Cam a confident smirk.
Dialog: You don’t. So am I hired, or do we play Russian Roulette?