Breaking Jill

This story is a fanfic based on the Resident Evil 3 game. Enjoy~!

WARNING: This story involves mutated bugs/parasites, mild watersports and scat, as well as breeding. Read at your own discretion.

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“Three more days. Then I can kiss this town goodbye.”

Jill couldn’t believe those words had left her mouth just a few hours ago. She’d nearly finished her investigation about Umbrella’s NEST facilities, though none of that mattered anymore…

It’d all started when she’d jolted awake from her recurring nightmare, only to discover that her nightmare had crossed over into reality in a very different, yet equally terrifying form. But the hulking undead…thing that had chased her out of her apartment wasn’t the only monster on the loose.

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Trouble in Pandora

The weather was miserable – blustering wind buffeted sheets of icy rain through the streets of the City of London. Any unfortunate pedestrians quickly found themselves drenched despite futile attempts to keep the weather at bay with flimsy umbrellas.

Kelly was one of the few struggling with the regrettable weather as she trudged through the financial district. Her Ugg boots were doing their best to keep her feet warm but she could feel the rain slowly seeping in through the thick fabric. 

Cursing under her breath, she fought to keep her umbrella upright while trying to tame the mini whirlwind of hair assaulting her face at the same time. It didn’t take long before she gave up on trying to tuck her brunette locks behind her ears. Instead, she focused on huddling beneath her umbrella and angling it against the onslaught of sleet.

Her workplace was straight ahead; just a little further! 

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Home Alone

WARNING: This story involves underaged children (lolita/lolicon), rape and snuff. Read at your own discretion.

“And don’t forget to water the plants dear.”

“I know mom, don’t worry about it okay?” I gently, but firmly, continued to guide my fussing mother towards the front door. 

“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. If you need anything, give us a call and we’ll be home as soon as we can.”

“I got it mom,” a bit of exasperation trickled into my voice. “Will you go have a good time already? Dad’s probably gonna leave without you.” As if on cue, a car horn beeped impatiently outside.

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