Monsters of Mount Moorhead - Special Edition Omnibus

Jane has always heard stories about giant monsters residing at the top of the Mount Moorhead. Any woman who dares trespass would disappear, becoming captive to the villainous creatures and never to be seen again.

But instead of fear, Jane has always harbored fantasies of encountering a monster at the top of the mountain...

So one day, she puts on her hiking shoes and treks her way up, only to lose her way a few hours in.

After she panics and passes out, regretting her crazy idea to venture out of her comfort zone, she wakes up to find herself chained to a bed in a cavernous room, an odd sensation between her legs... and a giant monster from her fantasy tales with enormous arms, a tail, and two horns.

Maybe fantasy and reality are not quite the same. Or maybe they are...

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Although, I am not sure if her frequent visits are for me or to get away from that douchebag of a husband she had—Todd.
e man is a delicate topic of conversation I hate to broach, but what I hate more is how he
treats her.

Clearly, this is not the best time to discuss that as her focus is firmly on me.

The water bottle goes into the small compartment at the side of my bag, the openings getting a thorough check next, the zipping sound echoing the finality of my decision.