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First Look at 'Pauper & Viper'
I have been started writing this next crazy dark tale. Here is an exclusive first look at this brand new evil Saga!
Here is the very first episode of ‘The Pauper and The Viper’ before it hits Kindle Vella! This has been mildly edited, but may have a few typos and odd wording. Take a look at what’s coming soon!
Episode 1: A Free Man
"You. Give me that."
That voice was as venomous as the eyes glaring down at him, a piercing serpentine gaze that shot fear into his heart.
He forced down the heavy stone lodged in his throat, gripping the plush brown bear tightly against his chest. Its yellow gem-like eyes glimmered against the dark fur like gold; his own eyes, hazel with rings of amber, sparkling with moisture. Emerald eyes honed in on him, staring down with amused loathing at his silent defiance.
Yet the voice, shrill with a hiss, held nothing but contempt.
"You don't deserve it. I bet your daddy stole it from one of the houses he cleans."
He shook his head, a screech blocked from escaping his mouth by a wall of teeth. Hands reached out of the darkness; long spindly fingers tipped with shimmering verdant nails snapped towards his prized possession.
This was the first gift his father was able to buy him. A rare handmade toy bought with hard-earned money. Why should he give it up?
"You're trash! You don't deserve it!"
He had backed into a wall and finally a scream left his lips as his elbows began to sink into the undulating plaster, forcing his arms apart. His fingers dug into the bear, the fluffy innards shifting with his desperation.
It was futile.
A mouth, in the shape of a diamond, snapped forward. Long fangs, dripping with venom and saliva, pierced into the chest of the bear. He swore he heard his teddy scream and with the wall slowly consuming his arms and the fearsome jaw locked onto the plush belly of his bear, he didn't stand a chance.
A whimper escaped his quivering bottom lip as he could hear the tearing of threads snapping. Tears dribbled down his cheeks from his eyes as his fingers released, the bear recoiled into the abyss. He screamed, crying out for his toy, the wall sucking him in further. It undulated and squeezed as he was swallowed further.
"This belongs to me now."
He screamed as his arms were pulled further into the wall, rippling tendrils covered in smooth, oil slick scales protruding from the wall, squeezing the life out of his arms. His voice grew hoarse as his hands and feet sunk into the living wall, burned from fangs digging into the skin, venom melting his limbs away. As his eyes rolled up, towards the empty black abyss above. His heart stopped seeing two slits in that abyss rip open, bright emerald eyes staring down at him, slit pupils narrowing into thin lines. Below those eyes, another rip split through the sky. A rip that peeled open, showing white teeth, perfect ivory, blinding him.
The corners of the mouth in the sky lifted, those green snake eyes narrowing.
"You belong to me too."
The mouth opened, overtaking the darkness and engulfing the entirety of his dark, suffocating world.
His eyes opened, sweat dripping down his temples as his chest heaved. The rays of light that seeped from the window just next to bed comforted him, though his heart was still sprinting towards a finish line it will never reach.
He swallowed, saliva suddenly filling his mouth as he pressed the back of his palm against his forehead, his arm moving until his forearm was covered in bone chilling sweat. "Fuck..."
"Oh no, not again, I'm soooorrree..."
He tensed, that voice slithering into his ear. He peeked from under his forearm, his fingers unclenching as he finally remembered to breath.
Golden highlights mixed with rich auburn waves nestled against his skin. A soft, pliable arm dusted with bronze freckles pressed against his chest and a sweet rumbling alto tickled his skin. Warm curves hugged his body and the peace that his nightmare had sucked away returned. He wrestled his other arm from underneath the luscious body curled against him, and ran his fingers through those soft waves, "Angie, it's time to get up. You got class in 15 minutes."
A soft whine replied and Angela turned her head, burying it under his arm and curling further into a fetal position, "Nevermind, I'm not sore, we can fuck again, pleaaaassseee."
He couldn't help the chuckle that left his mouth, slowly sitting up, untangling himself free of her unyielding embrace, "You have an exam in Biology in 15 minutes."
"...Shit!" She shot up, and with the panic and efficiency of a soldier in basic training, she jumped out of his twin bed, her hands grabbing the underwear haphazardly flung at his desk, "Oh god, that's on the other side of campus, you ass!" She turned her head to glare at him, before bending down to pull up her jeans.
A smirk crossed his lips as he leaned back, watching those curvy bouncy cheeks as she struggled to squeeze into unforgiving, no-stretch allowed denim, his palm quick to smack that tease of a bottom before it was swallowed by jeans. A yelp made his lips widened before he held up his arms as his own boxers were thrown at his face. Lowering the boxers to the bed, he reached down the side of his bed towards his shirt only for it to be snatched away by a freckled hand, Angela proclaiming ownership, "I can't find my shirt, so I'm borrowing yours, I gotta go!"
He blinked before, lifting up her bra, holding in his laughter as she snatched it from his grasp, her boobs, as generous and large as the rest of her, hopping support less under his too broad of a shirt, giving a small wave as she slid on her flip flops and ran out the door. He was about to stand up before the door swung open and Angie popped her head back in, "We meeting up tonight? 10 Bytes at 8?"
He slid on his boxers, not bothering to stop the grin on his face as her eyes fell firmly between his legs, "You got Ange, though we could meet up to celebrate the A you'll get on the exam you're about to late for."
She glanced back to his eyes, blushing before she nodded and ran off, slamming the door closed.
He didn't really have a name for his relationship with the bouncy co-ed; somewhere between friends with benefits and officially exclusive. They fucked often enough; either she would sneak into his dorm in the middle of the night, or he would crash at her apartment off-campus when her roommates were out. He was lucky enough to have a single-dorm, but they already had one warning due to...noise complaints.
She had talked about getting a new place next year. A small efficiency for them to share. Taking whatever this fun but vague status of theirs was to the next level. He wanted to tell her that he was on the same wavelength...but...
He rubbed his neck, his smile fading as he recalled the scream his inner child let out in that nightmare.
"You belong to me too."
A shiver crawled up his spine, the room suddenly too cold. He was left alone with his thoughts and memories and that is exactly the last place he wanted to be. He rubbed his arms, standing up and grabbing a long sleeved Henley from his closet. He knew that was hot as hell outside and the humidity probably made it swelter more than Satan's balls, but he could not shake the chills.
Even now, his childhood memories haunted him.
Specifically, she haunted him.
That wicked bitch with those eyes filled with venom. She has never left the deep corners of his mind, even after his father finally earned enough to smuggle him out of her clutches. He closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head. "I'm free. I'm a free man now. No one can get me here. Especially her."
The back of his neck itched; superstition and premonition ran in his family. He prayed that his denial would be stronger.
I have just finished writing episode 2 and will be starting episode 3 really soon! Once five episodes are written, then the series will start on Kindle Vella! Until next time my lovelies!
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