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Day 2 here ---------- The air in the old family mansion, lost only four kilometers from the city limits, smelled of dust, winter dampness, and something else, a pungent aroma that could be immediately identified as surgical disinfectant. Dolores, at 80, was a shadow of the dominant platinum...

Day 1 here ---------- The next day, the atmosphere in the warehouse had thickened into a soup of fear, shame, and resentment, saturated by the penetrating smell of metal and the residual essence of the irritating powder. The first phase of the revenge had dismantled Dolores’s facade and cracked...

This story was originally written in Spanish. You will find the original here. --------------------- The warehouse was a sanctuary of obsession, a hermetic space where two years of resentment had matured into calculated revenge. The air, dense and cold, smelled of metal, disinfectant, and a...

I am Mistress Alessandra living and working in Shanghai. (my wechat is mistress-queen). I was recently contacted by a 30-year-old man from the United Arab Emirates who proposed a unique session combining his interests in belly button and foot fetishes. As a professional always open to exploring...