*This is a short story* Lydia is spending Christmas alone for the first time. At least her house is beautifully decorated. "When he finally comes to, his bloodied and swollen eyes connect with mine. I'm sure a part of him is wondering, but the bigger and more deviant part of him doesn't care that I'm on top of him, or why his c*ock is inside of me."
Author
Rayne lives in the Arizona desert, free to leave her house whenever she wants, she chooses not to risk death by sweltering sun demons. Instead, she stays safely indoors with a computer and all the words she knows, slapping them together in any which way she chooses in the moment. Often gory, sometimes erotic. She loves the limitless boundaries of writing, and tends to push them toward extreme. TheRayneHavok@gmail.com She loves hearing what you think, so leave a review! Reach out to her on Goodreads or Facebook, on TikTok & Instagram as TheRayneHavok
