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Zosia gently waves the camera in the air. “Did you bring this with you because you want to go sightseeing tomorrow or what?”
Carol stares at her reflection in the mirror. She feels her face burn.
“I – uhm. No, I didn’t.”
“Then what’s it for?”
“Fuck,” Carol replies, exhaling through her nose. She turns to look at Zosia, or rather, look away while facing her. “You can say no or – god, I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable –”
“It doesn’t.”
“Oh.”
“But we won’t do it if you don’t ask.”
Of fucking course Zosia wouldn’t let her off the hook easy. Of course she’d want Carol to say out loud that she wants to have sex with her on camera, that she wants to take pictures of her, immortalize her body when it’s full of marks, thoroughly fucked, spent, glistening with sweat.
It’s yet another iteration of Zosia pushing her to her limits. Ask for what you want, take what you need, fuck me like I’m yours, don’t hold back. She could think of so many more, but the only thing she needs to come up with, right now, is an answer.or
the one where Carol asks Zosia to make a sex tape. Zosia loves the idea.
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- Part 2 of the menace upstairs
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27 Jun 2026
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Moiraine believes herself unreadable, above scrutiny and observation. But she has known for a while now, she has seen it, felt it, the attention that always lingered too long. More than once she has caught the slip of eyes to her lips, drawn to her mouth and fixed in place. It always burned with something close to hatred, something borrowed, and greedy, and full of self-doubt. She has wanted to taste it, ever since that first glimpse.
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Lanfear witnesses something she wasn't supposed to... debauchery ensues.
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27 Jun 2026
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“I want you as my graduate advisor.”
“What?” Carol’s hands fell from her bag. “You – what?”
Zosia smiled, teeth on display now. “I want you as my advisor next year. Like I said, I have been waiting for this class the entirety of my time here. I don't want anyone else claiming you before I do.”
So, Carol was fine. She was fine and the fact that she repeated that constantly, a mantra in her head, probably should have raised some red flags, but it didn't.
She published her books under her pen name, taught at the university, and did not let an unhinged graduate student blow up her life. Just for the fuck of it, it seemed like.
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26 Jun 2026
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There wasn’t even a body to bury.
No body. No corpse to stuff and preserve and make pretty, to bury in a cemetery or a forest or in Carol’s backyard. Not even a carcass to incinerate on her own terms
Instead, only dust. And the memory of Helen’s twisted, smiling face as Carol thrust a piece of wood through her heart.
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After novelist Carol Sturka is forced to drive a stake through the heart of her beloved wife, she devotes her days to ridding Albuquerque of its bloodsucker population once and for all. But this Zosia lady is strange and broken and very, very pretty. They can't all be that bad, right?
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24 Jun 2026
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“Turn me back. Please, please, Carol. Please, I want to go back!”
Carol reaches for Zosia, then doesn’t.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she says.
Or: One more take on deplurb’d Zosia for your reading pleasure :)
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09 Jun 2026