Saturday Story 2025 #3 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 12)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
Apologies to everyone who has been waiting to read more of this tale, but I did say I had some problems with how the narrative was flowing in the longer pieces. Little by little, I solved them all, and now the remaining segments of this tale are duly mapped and the end is in sight. The answers to this mystery are coming and they begin to be unraveled in this chapter. Please enjoy and thank you all.
Jeremy and Laura are kidnapped by a group of masked men and taken to see the “boss” where the answers they’re looking for await. Enjoy.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/120289981
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“Get out of bed!” one of them barked, his voice hoarse and commanding. The man gestured wildly, revealing the gleam of a weapon tucked beneath his jacket. Panic ignited in Jeremy’s veins as he threw himself over Laura, shielding her with his body.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” he shouted, adrenaline surging through him as he glanced around for anything to fend off the attackers. The room felt small and suffocating under their sudden presence, the walls echoing with an impending sense of chaos.
But the masked men were relentless. Two surged forward, grabbing Jeremy by the arms and dragging him away from Laura with an authority that left no room for argument.
“You’ve been messing around with things that don’t concern you,” another man growled, pointing a revolver straight at Laura’s head. “You’re coming with us now! Try to resist and it will not end well for you.”
With Jeremy powerless, Laura got up and said, “Leave him alone! He’s got nothing to do with this,” but the assailant disagreed.
His eyes narrowed, revealing a flicker of something dark and predatory that sent a chill through the room.
“If that were true, we wouldn’t have caught you sharing a bed. No, Miss Hawthorne. Everything you’re involved in leads back to him too,” the second masked man sneered, tightening his grip on the weapon as if it were an extension of his own malevolence. The shadows in the room seemed to converge around them.
“Laura,” Jeremy’s voice was strained, a desperate plea tucked within those two syllables. He struggled against the iron grip of his captors, panic clawing at his throat. “Don’t…”
“Shut up!” A third man barked, his breath hot as he slammed Jeremy back onto the bed. “You’re not in charge around here. You’ll do as you’re told. Put some clothes on and let’s go. The boss is waiting.”
“The boss?” Jeremy muttered.
“That bitch you had dinner with… Who else?” Laura retorted. “Forgive me, Jeremy. This is all on me.”(…)
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