Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter Six
- Hamlin
- Apr 26
- 5 min read
The house hummed with a quiet that felt like a lie, the kind that smothered Janey as she sat cross-legged on her bed, the blinds cracked just enough to let slivers of morning light spill across her thighs. Her phone rested in her lap, screen glowing, a portal to a world she couldn’t unsee. It had been three days since the basement, three days since Al’s voice—“Forget what you saw”—had lodged in her skull like a splinter. She hadn’t forgotten. She couldn’t. The memory clung to her—leather straps biting flesh, the girl’s filthy screams, Al’s cock thick and relentless—and it burned, a fever she fed instead of fought.
