Bully’s Game: Part 8
In the absence of their math teacher, sidelined by a sudden illness, the classroom descended into a cacophony of unrestrained[...]
In the absence of their math teacher, sidelined by a sudden illness, the classroom descended into a cacophony of unrestrained[...]
The school canteen hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos—trays clanging, voices blending into a dull roar, and the harsh glow[...]
Master Kratos emerged from his home gym, his skin slick with sweat from a chest day workout. At 6 feet[...]
Kratos stood at the platform, a towering, muscled colossus carved from shadow. His black denim jacket, rugged and slightly faded[...]
Late Sunday morning sunlight poured through the wide windows of Master Kratos’s bedroom, bathing the space in a bright, unrelenting[...]
For years, ever since they stepped into the crowded halls of their suburban high school as freshmen, Elliot had been[...]
Kratos stirred from a deep, almost primal slumber, the familiar scent of his own opulent bedroom filling his senses. The[...]
The park’s emerald expanse glowed under the fading sun, the grass a soft carpet beneath the towering oaks, their leaves[...]
At his feet, his sub knelt on all fours, the damp earth pressing into their palms and knees. Their breath[...]
You are the bug. A tiny, insignificant creature, scuttling across the cold, unforgiving floor. Your world is vast, a labyrinth[...]
The café was cozy, with the warm hum of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. A[...]
The gym echoes with the clang of weights and the hum of machines, but all of that fades into the[...]