Author: SugarFree

Hillary staggers to the crying girl, stabs the dagger into her stomach under her sternum, slits her open to the top of her hairless mons. The smell of blood and shit fills the air as the girl gurgles and dies. Hillary casually...

You walk quickly back down the hallway and slip into the breakroom. To look like you belong there, you open the fridge. There is nothing but plain seltzer water. You can hear someone coming, so you take a can and then check the...

“You look good. I always did like myself a skinny white boy,” she says walking around you, inspecting you. “Yes, ma’am.” “‘Ma’am?’ Aren’t you adorable,” she says, sucking her teeth. “You know what I like about white boys?” she...

The tunnels are dank and the smell vacillates between putrid and rank. The floor is so sticky the ripping sounds from your boots when you walk is deafening. Occasionally there is a side tunnel that has been bricked up or...

The security for the 2nd floor consists of a guard on a stool at the foot of the stairs wearing headphones with his eyes closed, apparently fast asleep. You creep past him and climb the stairs quickly and quietly. The din of...

A very taciturn Secret Service agent drives you to the abandoned Postal Service sorting facility. He stops the Ford Expedition at the chained up gate, leaving the SUV running, headlights on. He opens the back door for you; there...

“No?” she screams. “You’re turning me down?!?” “I just, the President is just, like, right there,” you stammer, pointing at the bathroom. She moves closer and hisses, “Flyover faggot!” and swipes at your face with vicious salon...

You open the door a crack and peer in. The office is dim, just the mellow light of a lamp off to the side. You open the door wider and step in, quietly closing the door behind you. “OMG. You’re so right!” you hear a woman voice...

You skulk around the edges of the intern and press pods swarming around each other like eels mating, looking for a way into the basement. The stairs present a blank concrete slab on the ground floor. The elevators are mobbed...

“I knew we could count on you, Kyle.” The President gets up and begins pacing back and forth behind his desk. “Our intelligence resources have narrowed the location of the ballots to three places here in Washington. “Location...