The Submission:
Gaunt, weak, Richie lay in a mess of his own filth. Half-eaten rats were strewn across the filthy stone floor; his ankle, twisted and malformed with sickening grey-red bruises, throbbed, worsening the fever that ravaged his scrawny, sore-ridden body.

When the door creaked open and his captor wandered in, his naked skin glistening with sweat, his sausage-like fingers stroking his nether regions, Richie could only moan lowly. His breathing was shallow, clear bile dribbled from his cracked lips, as the man sauntered over to his feeble from.

“Hush now,” the drooling sadist cooed. “It’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Richie gulped, half choking on his own vomit, as a long, corroded needle pierced the skin of his neck and flooded his veins, bringing a nauseous grey to his blurred vision and numbing him to the feel of his captor’s oily touch.

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The Submission:
“Don’t interrupt me!” Jordan barked, the rusty scalpel glistening under the burning lights. “I have a system, okay? I need silence!”

Todd shrugged and backed away from the grimy operating table. He watched, silently, as Jordan went back to work, humming as he went. After a few minutes, Todd’s patience paid off and Jordan began narrating:

“You gotta do quick, gently slices, like when you shave? Don’t just start hacking away, you see how it ruins the meat? Just nice and slow, strimming away each layer. Ah, now, you see here? Don’t worry if this happens; you’ve just nicked a vein, is all, but it’s fine; just fix the clamp to it… like… that… and, there, that should stem it. You don’t want them passing out or bleeding out, after all. Now, hear that? That’s bone, and this is all tough muscle so you’re gonna want to switch to something a bit sturdier… hand me that bone saw, that’s it, the curved one. Now, just… press firmly and you’ll get through that. See how the tendons dangle? Try and be as smooth s you can, you don’t want bone chips in the meat. Now, what’s next…? Ah, yes, this is where I like to work on the groin so just grab your drill attachment and get positioned right near the opening…”

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The Submission:
It’d started with a cough; nothing major, just a tickle at the back of Sly’s throat. He’d popped some pills, assumed it was allergies or the sniffles, and carried on with his day; those reports wouldn’t run themselves, after all.

By mid-day, he was hacking away almost uncontrollably. Worried glances started turning his way and he had to excuse himself multiple times to try and get it under control, and Sly had grown more and more concerned when he’d steadily escalated from coughing up phlegm to globlets of blood.

In the end, Sly had excused himself, much to the relief of his co-workers, he headed home. It was a half-hour drive, one made all the more difficult by his constant coughing, the raging fever that burned through his veins, and the maddening itching at the back of his neck.

Sly was so desperate to get home to bed and a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup that he didn’t notice the army vehicles troubling past him, the cars pulled over at the side of the road, their occupants heaving blood-filled bile onto the grass verge…

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The Submission:
The four girls sat around the board, giggling; their fingertips were pressed to the planchette and they chanted, drunkenly, gibberish in hopes of calling forth spirits from beyond.

Sophie had found the game hidden at the back of the loft earlier that day; it had been stuffed in a box of her mother’s things, so she hesitated to take it and didn’t dare ask her father about it.

Instead, she’d simply spirited it away to use with her friends, part of her wondering if her mother would make contact and part of her convinced it was all an urban legend popularised by bad movies.

However, when the candles flickered out and the room grew unearthly cold, Sophie’s fears grew. First, she heard the sound of slow, plodding hooved feet; then a gangly shadow shambled from the darkness, two red eyes glared, and wispy beard drooping from a grotesque visage of pus and sores.

“Who summoned me…?” it growled, one gnarled talon curled in rage.

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The Submission:
James crouched low in the bushes outside of Lily’s house; the porch light was on, but the only light on inside came from her bedroom. He knew exactly which window was hers; he’d been up there enough, after all. From where he crouched, he could see her silhouette perfectly cast behind her curtains; she as combing that long, flowing red hair and getting ready for bed. Keeping low, he sidled up to the house, careful to stay in the blind spot of the security camera on the front door, and clambered up the ivy-clad trellis that stretched up the back wall. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it; she had delighted when he’s snuck up there after hours, the feel of his tongue, the sensation of her orgasm as he explored her every orifice, her moans stifled by her cushions.

James was determined that Lily would feel it again. She’d said she wanted to take a break, that things were moving too fast, but he knew exactly what that meant. She wanted more; more excitement, more games, more of a chase. As he carefully slid open her window and stretched a leg into her bedroom, James flexed his hands with excitement, eager to give her exactly what she wanted and take that which she had coyly kept denying him despite the obvious longing in her eyes.

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The Submission:
Unable to contain its lust any further, the beast took her. How long had it waited? Eons? Generations? All that time scheming and plotting fell away as it devoured the exquisite taste of her flesh. She was young, ripe, her body firm and plump and given freely despite her early apprehension. Of course, she had been prepared, but even her wildest dreams couldn’t have fathomed the depths of the beast’s depraved carnal desire. It ravaged her, scratching at her peach-perfect skin, relishing in the sound of her screams, the taste of her tears. Unable to stop herself, she met him thrust for thrust, eager to appease her elders as they watched, a crown of thorns digging into her scalp, candles burning all around them as the beast pillaged her depths with a mindless, ceaseless need to procreate…to continue…to rule…

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The Submission:
Richie clawed at the stone walls, ripping his fingernails and gouging deep, dirty, bloody tracks in his fingertips, but it was no use; he was well and truly trapped.

The room was cold, damp, and dark; a single shaft of murky sunlight streamed in through a barred window six-feet up the wall. A mouldy mattress sat in the corner; it was stained with blood, urine, and God-knows-what.

Richie yelped as the big iron door creaked open; he tried to make a run for it and fell face-first to the cold stone floor, the metal of his shackles digging into his ankle. His captor regarded him with some amusement, tugging his drooping manhood with a drooling leer. He tossed something sticky and furry into Richie’s face and told him to eat up, to keep his strength up, and promptly left him in the dark with only that bludgeoned rat for company.

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The Submission:
Nick took one look at the graph and scowled. “Is this accurate?” He asked.

“As of eleven-hundred today,” the Private answered.

“Stupid question,” Nick muttered. He looked at the graph again in the vain hope that maybe, somehow, it had changed in those brief moments but, alas, no.

“Orders, sir?”

Nick raised a bushy eyebrow and glared at the Private. Of course it would be up to him to make the difficult decisions, to go “by the book”. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t written that damn book!

“The first step is isolation,” Nick answered with a heavy sigh. “Isolation and containment.”

He knew what he was saying. He was dooming nearly sixty-thousand people to their deaths. But what was the alternative? Without isolating the area, containing the outbreak, those sixty-thousand would triple in a week! As Nick shooed away the Private and reached for the phone, he felt a sneeze well up at the back of his throat that he hoped was just from dust…

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The Submission:
Before long, the two reached an impassable wall; gnarled vines twisted high up to the misty sky, and they were faced with either turning back, traversing the outside in hopes of a door, or climbing their way up.

“I… I can’t do it…” Blake stammered, looking bashfully at his boots. “The height…”

Leon placed a hand on the young mage’s shoulder. “We’ll camp here for tonight,” he said. “May courage find your heart by the ‘morrow.”

While the swordsman slept soundly, Blake sat up in his blanket, transfixed by the knotted roots, and replayed the scene over and over. It was always the same: his father moved from handhold to handhold, deftly defying gravity as he scaled the marble cliffs, but for the leering, ragged crow that pecked feverishly at his very skin.

Of course, Blake had been but a boy, incapable of helping as his father plummeted to his death, but of all the dark forces in this world, heights still frozen his bones to the quick.

“You’ll fall,” an ominous whisper came on the wind. Blake looked up and swore he spied a crow against the dark emptiness of the abyss. “You’ll fall… You’ll fail.”

Blake frowned with resolve. “Mayhap,” he muttered. “But first, I’ll try!”

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The Submission:
Richie hopped on his bike and pedalled away, a toothy sneer on his face as the shopkeeper yelled at him, clearly unimpressed with the artwork Richie had scrawled on his wall.

Richie cycled along at breakneck speed, taking corners blindly as always. But, today, luck was against him. As he bolted across an intersection, he collided with the bumper of a rusted black van.

Richie lay on the pavement a mess of scrapes and aches; his left arm felt very numb and far away. Through blurry eyes, he saw the driver approach him. Richie moaned, feeling teeth tumble from his slit mouth, as he was lifted him like a bundle of broken twigs and tossed him in the back of the van.

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