Teo's melted face looked up as his flesh was boiled alive in the center of the merciless spiral. Cassandra watched, cold and motionless."Now you've done it! What in the world possessed you to do such a thing?" Jane protested, wishing she had hands so that at least she could choke her to death."Let me enjoy this moment!" Cassandra said, watching the whirlpool long after all traces of his body were gone."Why? It wasn't enough that you murdered our greatest benefactor. Now you are just going to stand here and wait for someone to catch you in the act?" her inside voice yelled hysterical."Everyone we ever met is 4 miles away. This place is not only isolated by tall rocks, but the magma waves create a sound-proof barrier. He stood so close to the edge, in such a relaxed manner, that I overpowered him with no trouble. The moment was perfect!" she declared to the protesting soul."But why! You were laughing at his jokes not a moment ago? He was our friend for such a long time. He was Basi

A woman was ferociously scrubbing a small table in the living room. You would think life in such a beautiful house on a paradise island would consist of nothing more than sunbathing and drinking coconut milk. Sadly, the reality was far different. Every surface of this vast and luxurious house was spotlessly cleaned, except for this damn coffee stain. Wiping over and over, making her fingers hurt, she clenched her teeth, constantly turning towards the front door. She was in her late 30s, beautiful once, now only a shell of her former self. The man of the house quickly arrived. A greedy and hubris dark figure who had made a name for himself and became the leader in his former colony community. Wearing an all-white suit, he looked down on her through his thin golden glasses. The woman stood up to greet him. Slowly approaching, he gave her a peck on the cheek."Is dinner ready?" he asked, inspecting the room."Yes," the women quickly responded."The plants watered, and the dogs fed?""Of

A boot tramped a few strains of grass, followed by a multitude of slow pacing footsteps. It was night, in a dark area, devoid of all light except the full moon shining upon the gray tombstones. The group of men moved swiftly, silent and serious. They divided themselves into teams, the strongest of which carried a row of wheel barrels. Dozens of them rolled down a bumpy terrain, filled with clanging oval devices. The young men looked no different from those you would see in a bar or your favorite coffee house. They looked no different, or distinguished themselves from the rest of society in any visible way. They were lean and tall and carried themselves with pride. The youngest among them, a man around 20, was last in line. He watched them with awe, still in shock that they had accepted him into their mysterious, elite brotherhood. The leader of the bunch, a man whose expression made him seem much older than he really was, halted, signaling the other to do the same. They slowly put the

To drown it all, her mind went to a much happier time."I have decided. We attack tonight. Get the men ready," a male voice with a slight accent said."Yes, my leader. I shall do as you say," another replies. "What about the women and children?""Hmm, give the good-looking ones to the men. The rest, do whatever you wish," the first authoritarian voice stated."As you wish, Sir," his second-in-command said.The voices appeared to be coming from the bubbling water, boiling in a pot on a modern stove. Tiffany held her head over the vapors. Now 44, she carefully listened, holding her eyes closed. The steam was making her face red, still she persevered. Once getting all the info needed, the cook went over to her laptop. The screen turned on with a news article on a notorious millitant group which caused problems all over the world. This time their focus was set on Africa. She looked around, typed a few things and pressed a button. The printer spat out a paper with a picture of a sly-lookin

"And what are your interests, gorgeous?" a hunky male voice said to a smiling 19-year-old. "Well I like shopping, my cat Pudgy and skateboarding," she said with a flirty giggle. "So, you have a pussycat. I’d love to play with your pussy," he whisperer, making the girl blush. Cass watched through the elliptic glass as the girl played with her hair. The man handed her a pen, which she used to sign a contract. "Congratulations, hot stuff. You are now a part of Sluts and Ass. Shooting starts tomorrow so, make sure to wash yourself well." The hell dweller changed the scene. She found herself increasingly working with the sex industry. It felt easier, she convinced herself. It did not involve blood or violence. At least not most of the time. It was not much of a sin, she thought, because it gave people comfort and pleasure. And it's online so no physical complications. And the girl could earn a good pay as well. It's not in the old days when they were literally slaves. Right? After Bas