The Purge: North Texas

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March 19th, 2023, 8:00 AM

It was two days until the purge, and Jackson Lee was looking forward to it. He finally was of age to participate. Having a birthday on March 22 was the cruelest joke the Universe ever played on him. One had to be 18 to play and that March 22nd birthday cost him. He had every intention of making up for it this year.

He had seen this girl a few months ago and had been watching, almost stalking her ever since. He found where she lived and more than once he had made trial runs by her apartment complex. He knew where the guards were, and what their rotation were like. He knew the layout of the complex and most importantly, he had managed numerous times to get past the walled off complex to check out her apartment.

It was a high end complex near University Park named after some president or another. After the tour he took he found out that one bedroom apartments went for almost $2000 a month. He couldn't fathom what the two bedroom apartments cost. Much less the apartments accessible through additional security doors.

He looked at the photo of her, the one he took at the swimming pool sunbathing with a beer in her hand. Not for the first time he pulled his cock out and began pulling on it. As he came, he whispered, "Soon, I will cum all over you, bitch."

In his minds eye Jackson Lee committed every form of Sodom and fornication he could imagine to her. He planned on living them out on The Purge.

Guilt free, crime free, cleansing of his soul. God bless the New Founding Fathers and their wisdom...

Bailey looked at the picture of herself and Angela from last Halloween. They had worn sexy SWAT outfits, and they had one of the most fun nights of their young life, experiencing their first semester away from home, sharing an apartment in the downtown Dallas area where it was a simple tram ride to college at SMU each day. Now, the same apartment where the picture was taken would become their fortress, as the hours that began Purge night came closer with each minute.

"Where is Robbie?" Bailey asked her roommate. "Shouldn't he be here already?" She asked of Angela's boyfriend, who had committed to staying by their side and keeping watch over their apartment door for the twenty-four hours when citizens could gain a free pass for their transgressions.

"He's on his way," Angela replied from across the room, peering through the boards over the window where she could normally see into the streets below and just across the street to the downtown corridor.

"Are those boards going to hold?" Bailey asked, her nervous tone betraying her.

"They'd better." Angela saw people roaming the streets, many in black or gray sweatshirts, many with hoods, the occasional few with painted faces, roaming and ready for the alarm that began the night. The Purge had not begun, but looking closely, she could see the occasional glint of a knife or butt of a gun. "I don't like this." The Purge was nothing new, having begun a few years back. But the girls both were on their own in the world for the first time. In prior years, both had been home with their parents, locked away in what amounted to a compound. On one occasion, Bailey's family had been spared when three people sacrificed themselves to satiate the bloodlust of threatened killers. Now, Bailey hoped only to hole up in their apartment, hiding behind Robbie and whatever weapons he might bring. She had no illusions. Both she and Angela were cute, attractive even. Both would be targets, perhaps, as both had no doubt been noticed by people nearby as the Purge approached.

As Bailey turned on the television to see approaching coverage of the horrible night, she jolted as a loud bang began at the door.

"Let me in!" It was Robbie. Bailey ran to the door and quickly opened it, allowing the boy to step inside, where he opened a brown grocery bag. "Here," he said, handing each a handgun, before taking his own. "It's all we have." Moments later, they bolted wooden boards across the door, and settled in the apartment, hoping to be passed over for the next twenty four hours. At eighteen years old, Bailey had never been so frightened.

"I don't like this," she said. Robbie and Angela nodded, as the television warbled reports of violence beginning on the East Coast.

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March 21st, 7:00 PM

Jackson Lee arrived at the apartment complex hours early, waiting most impatiently. He had brought plenty of cigarettes, bourbon, and weapons for the night. When the siren sounded he moved quickly to the bedroom window and he quickly cut out a small hole in the window with a glass cutter and flipped the lock open. Moments later he was in the bedroom.

He closed the window quietly and listened. There were three people which threw him for a loop. Breathing in to stabilize his breath he crept to the door of the bedroom and listened. Definitely three he thought. Two women and a man.

He waited a while, with a hatchet in hand, for the right moment. He decided against the hatchet, and picked up a wicked looking knife that had been honed to a razor sharp edge.

When it sounded like the guy, "Robbie" the called him, was close to the bedroom door, he opened it and quickly put the knife to "Robbie's" throat. The two women shrieked in alarm and the new girl, not the object of his 'affection' picked up a pistol and pointed it uncertainly in "Robbie" and Jackson's direction.

"Drop the pistol bitch, or you will see his blood spray all over you," Jackson hissed.

She dropped the weapon, sputtering, "I'm sorry Robbie."

Jackson looked to his right and saw Bailey fussing with her gold watch. "Both of you walk to the door and press your asses against it."

He waited until they obeyed and he walked Robbie over to the pistol. He kicked it behind them toward the bedroom door. He patted Robbie down with the hand not holding the knife which was pressed hard enough against Robbie's throat that if he moved it would cut him. Finding a pistol, he tossed it back as well. "Come along Robbie boy," Jackson Lee hissed menacingly. They back stepped to the bedroom until they could see the duffel bag Jackson Lee brought with him.

"Sit on the bed boy," Jackson ordered.

He picked up the pistols and aimed one at Robbie as he went to get the duffel bag. Waving he motioned Robbie to get up and lead the way back to the living room.

Bailey turned and screamed the moment she saw the man with his knife pressed into Robbie's neck. She watched Angela wrestle with whether or not to use the gun, before tossing it aside and watching the man escort Robbie back to the bedroom. When the two men left her sight, she slowly and silently looked at Angela, who looked back througha veil of fear. The Purge was known for its abject horror. Bailey wondered if she was dead already. She looked across the room where the final gun laid where she had placed it while watching news coverage of assaults in Miami, only a few moments earlier. She wondered where the intruder came from, since he appeared from nowhere, nearly seconds after the sirens had sounded, signaling the night's chaos and disorder. She thought of taking a step toward the gun, but thought better of it, keeping her back pressed against the door instead. A moment later, Robbie walked from the bedroom, and she heard Angela gasp.

"It's okay," Robbie mouthed, silently, as he entered the room. "I'm okay." Bailey peered around her roommate's boyfriend, to see if the intruder was following. Not a second later, the man appeared in the door. She looked at Angela again, as if to ask with her eyes what was happening.

"Be quiet," Angela said under her breath. "Don't say a word." Bailey nodded, waiting the intruder's next move.

Jackson Lee looked at the two women at the door, "You on the left, Angela? Sit at the table."

Once she got there, he instructed Robbie to use zip ties to tie her to the chair. Once that was done, he made Robbie sit, while Bailey zip tied him to the chair. "Bailey sit in the chair opposite Robbie," Jackson instructed.

Once she did, Jackson Lee zipped her to the chair as well. He caressed her neck as he stood, "Now that we are all together and under control, here's the deal."

He took the long knife out and slowly cut the front of Bailey's blouse open exposing her breasts as he peeled the two sides back. "I am going to fuck you Bailey, multiple times."

He walked around the corner of the table next to Angela, "You too sweetling," he said as he sliced her blouse and bra off.

He checked her bindings, found them a little loose and tightened them. He followed suit with Robbie, tightening the zip ties until they bit deep into his wrists, eliciting a curse from him. Standing straight up, Jackson Lee clubbed Robbie in the back of the head with the pommel of the knife, knocking him dizzy.

Grabbing the chair by the top, Jackson Lee drug Robbie and the chair into the second bedroom.

Bailey winced as the intruder tied her hands. She instantly knew their situation wasn't good. Angela began to cry as the man dragged Robbie from the room once more. Bailey looked at her friend. "It's going to be okay," she said, her voice low. She didn't believe herself. In the distance she could hear windows breaking and screams. She wondered if her own screams might come soon. She shivered as she sat, her bra revealed in the open air, a precursor to the intruder's further exploits. He had announced his intentions to take both her and her friend.

"Are you going to hurt us?" Bailey said, across the apartment, hoping the intruder heard her. The man knew her name and seemed to suggest she had been his target all along. Perhaps she could make a deal. Her father had money. She could maybe buy their safety. She waited in silence for his response, or for him to return. She saw Angela with tears streaking over her cheeks. She wriggled her hands, trying to pull away from her bindings, to no avail. She was at the stranger's mercy, and she worried it would be that way until he chose to kill them all.

"Please don't do this," she said, louder, with the man still not back in the room, wondering if her plea was even heard and wondering what he was doing with Robbie.

7:20 PM

Jackson Lee drug Robbie through the bedroom and into the small bathroom. He waited a moment or two until Robbie's eyes regained focus.

"Do you love her," he asked.

Robbie sputtered, "Of course."

A smile slid across Jackson Lee's face as he said, "So you would die for her?"

Robbie sat up a little straighter, "No!"

Jackson Lee put the pistol against Robbie's head, "So if I said she will live through the night if you are willing to die for her, you would say no?"

"Man, you are seriously fucked in the head!"

Jackson chuckled, "No, not really, but it is The Purge, so I get to experiment without any repercussions, legally at least. It is a serious off Robbie, you or her?"

Jackson Lee stood up and went into the bedroom and opened the left middle drawer in the chest of drawers, then the middle drawer. He found Angela's panties in there and pulled two pair out. Balling them up he went back into the bathroom and pulled his phone out.

He began recording as he asked, "Once again, who dies? You or her?"

Robbie was quieter this time, yet said, "Her."

Jackson Lee nodded his head and said, "Open your mouth."

Robbie began to ask something, then Jackson Lee shoved the panties in Robbie's mouth. Clamping his hand over Robbie's mouth, Jackson Lee slid the knife across Robbie's throat, explaining, "I lied, her at least I am going to fuck first."

Tipping Robbie forward, Jackson Lee watched as Robbie bled out into the bath tub.

Jackson Lee washed his hands after Robbie died, grabbed his phone and then went back into the room with the two women in it. He set the phone on the table and let it play the conversation with Robbie, and he watched as Angela broke down in tears.

He waited a couple minutes then said, "Neither of you has to die tonight, Robbie has filled that role for us."

He cut loose Bailey, then ripped her clothes off her. He took a zip tie and tied her hands behind her back and bent her over the table at an angle so Angela could watch. Dropping his pants around his ankles, his hard cock sprang out, pre-cum glistening at his piss slit.

Spitting on the head, Jackson Lee pressed it against her pussy and began threading it into her.

Bailey's mind went dark as she watched the video on the phone. Everything became a blur and she was only generally aware of her friend breaking down in the chair next to her. Tears came to her eyes at the idea of Robbie, dead in the next room. This couldn't be happening. She was shaken out of her fog as she suddenly felt her hands free, a moment before she was pulled from her chair.

"No! No, no!" She simpered as she feared she would be killed next. The man reached for her shirt and tore it from her before snapping her bra open and tearing it down her arms. The cool air in the room made her nipples instantly hard, and the goosebumps that erupted across her body from fear signaled just how much she did not want to be here, even as the man reached around her and tore open her shorts and shoved them to the ground. "Please don't do this!!!" She shrieked. She tried to pull her arms free, but the man instantly pulled them behind her once more, where she felt them tied again. A moment later, she was face down over the table, her face pressed down, as she felt the man's thighs begin to press against the back of her own. Without a sound, she felt a dull, throbbing, velvet knob press against her bald slit, beginning to force its way in. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, as she kicked one leg back in an effort to keep the stranger out of her body. "No!!!!" She screamed, as she felt him begin to press into her, it's wide head beginning to stretch and pull with the force necessary to penetrate her fully. She kicked again, not as forcefully, trying only to gain enough space to close her legs. She was at his mercy and had nowhere to go.

7:25 PM

"Yes," Jackson Lee moaned as his cock began to work its way deeper into Bailey ' s snatch. Almost incredibly it got tighter when she closed her legs. He grabbed her arms by the zip tie and pulled her back a little giving him more leverage with which to thrust into her.

He looked at Angela and saw her head was turned away with her eyes closed. Leaning over he back handed her snarling, "Watch, bitch. You are next."

At first Bailey was dry clearly not enjoying the experience, but bit by bit she began to lubricate despite the emotional turmoil. Her pussy walls drug against his cock chaffing him some which he had not expected.

After a dozen strokes his cock was glistening with her feminine juices and Jackson Lee was able to drive into her clean shaven opening more forcibly.

He began swatting her ass with his free hand, just enough to make her tight ass jiggle with each blow. When it began to glow pink he switched hands and sides.

He stole another glance at Angela and saw she was indeed watching. He found it thrilling. So much so that with the next thrust he exploded inside Bailey, filling her pussy with his cum.

He held himself tight inside her until his cock shriveled and with a wet pop slid out of her.

He maneuvered Bailey in front of Angela, then shoved Angela's face into Bailey's dripping pussy. "Lick my cum from her cunt, bitch, then suck my cock clean."

Bailey felt him seize up and pound her a few last, lingering times, as she clenched her teeth, knowing he was cumming deep inside her. She wondered if she would get pregnant, then wondered if she would even survive the night. She pressed her face against the table, collapsing. A moment later, she felt the intruder slide out of her, then felt her lower body slide around.

"Lick my cum from her cunt bitch, then suck my cock clean."

Bailey closed her eyes tight, unable to see her friend anyway, but hearing her squeal and sob. A second later, she felt Angie's face pressed into her pussy from behind. She tingled as she felt Angela's reluctant tongue, hearing her sputter and gag at the new experience for both girls. Bailey got little from this, she was too afraid, and having been violated already, she didn't know if it could be worse for her. A single tear fell from her eye, as she tried to simply endure the further assault, brought upon by her friend's coerced complicity in her effort just to survive.

7:40 PM

Jackson Lee watched Angela lick at Bailey's pussy diffidently. It didn't matter to him that neither enjoyed it, he did. Watching one god looking woman eat out a great looking one was so hot and exciting that his cock was beginning to stir despite the lack luster performance. It didn't hurt being 18, where a man's cock can get hard at any stimulus, or lack of one, easily.

As Angela sat back, face red with shame, Jackson Lee assumed, he poked his cock at her, growling, "You better be a better cock sucker than you are a pussy eater."

She opened her mouth about half way and he pressed forward, hissing, "Open up bitch, and worship my fucking cock. Tonight for all intents and purposes, I am your god. You live, or die, at my whim, so you better go out of your fucking way to make sure that I am the happiest person of the night."

Angela's tear streaked face nodded as he slipped his cock deeper into her throat. No stranger to having sucked a cock, she nevertheless found the situation horrifying and disgusting. Her protector for the purge was lying dead in the other room, and her best friend had already been raped. She knew the situation for her could still become much worse, so she gave her best shot at making the man happy as he filled her mouth with himself.

Bailey remained face down on the table. She could hear the slurping sounds behind her, and feared her night was not over because the man had filled her once already. She began trying to work her wrists out of the ties, hoping to sneak them loose while he was distracted. If she could get loose, perhaps she could get one of the guns before he could stop her and perhaps she could kill him before he assaulted her again. Despite her best efforts, however, she found her wrists locked in place. She thought about standing and running for the bedroom, but thought even if she did, she had no use of her hands and nowhere else to run. Leaping out the window, on this night, was asking for far worse than what she had already endured. She heard Angela groan and choke as the intruder no doubt violated her pretty lips. She felt she needed to do something and did all she could, interrupting the man from his use of her friend.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked. "Real men shouldn't need the purge to get what they want." She worried, even as she said it, that she would bring forth his wrath even more, but she had to try to help Angela. "You could have just asked one of us out," she didn't believe her own words, no matter how convincing she said them.

7:45

"This bitch can suck cock," he thought to himself. He was flexing his hips back and forth with one hand on her head, as much for balance as to guide her along. Her lips were soft, gliding with a satiny smoothness as she bobbed up and down.

He reached down, his hand cupping her tit, and he massaged it, then pinched the nipple. As she groaned, he jammed his cock farther down her mouth, forcing her to gag. The moan excited Jackson Lee more than he would have guessed. Bailey was saying something then ended with, "You could have just asked one of us out."

Jackson Lee plopped his cock out of Angela's mouth and pulled her up and bent her over the table next to Bailey. "I could have. Maybe you would have said yes, but I doubt it," he replied.

He spread Anagela's ass cheeks wide and looked down. "By the end of the night, I am going to fuck you up the ass, Angela. But right now, I want that pussy."

Letting go of one of her cheeks, he grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it against Angela's opening. He was nearly stunned that his cock slid into a warm wet hole. Driving his hips in, his cock buried in her.

He grabbed Bailey by her blonde locks and pulled her over to rest her head on the small of Angela's back so her mouth was in line with Angela's crack. He looked down at her, while fucking Angela in a slow pace that he felt sure he could keep a while, after coming the first time.

"This isn't about proving myself a man, Bailey. This is about experimentation. If the New Founding Father's are going to give us the perfect night a couple times a year to experiment, I would be a fool to not use it."

He pulled his cock out of Angela's pussy and he looked at it glistening in the low light a moment, then pressed the head into Bailey's mouth. He fed her the head then pulled back out and slid back into Angela, groaning as he bottomed out in her.

He put a hand on Bailey's ass and began fingering her pussy in time with the thrusts of his cock into Angela. "DO what I say tonight, and you will live, I promise. I have no desire to kill either of you, but I do desire to fulfill every fantasy I can think of with the two of you."

He pulled out of Angela again and ran his cock across Bailey's lips, the hammered it hard back into Angela. "Understand?"

Bailey felt her friend's body quake each time the man thrust into her, not inches from her face. She could smell Angela's pussy and sweat from the man as well, along with the salty musk from cum that he had already left at the scene. She did not want to die any more than Angela, or anyone else on Purge night for that matter, but she was a bit more composed than her friend. Perhaps the shock of the situation had not yet hit her. As she heard the man talk about experimentation, some reality sunk in. She had already been raped. Her friend was being raped. He had promised Angela that she would be raped in the ass. And yet, Bailey felt that the worst of the night's activities had not even been imagined, much less taken place. And the man still had nearly 23 full hours to make as he saw fit. Knowing this, she offered no resistance when the man's cock made its way to her lips, and she let him slide it into her mouth, forcing her to taste her friend's essence, before making the same friend squeal loudly as he thrust hard back into her tightly resistant pussy. Bailey saw the man's hand reach toward her, and she closed her eyes as she felt his palm run along the back of her athletic thigh, then over her ass, before dipping down and planting two fingers in her pussy. She felt him stretch her a little, then slide in and out in rhythm with his thrusts in the crying girl beneath her. A moment later, his cock was at her lips again, which she licked when he removed it to slam into her friend once more.

"Are you going to let us go?" Bailey said in response to his question. She definitely understood, she simply feared the night they were about to have. "I'll do what you want if you let Angela just go to bed and sleep through the night?" She raised her eyes to the man's hoping he would realize some mercy and let her friend go. Her boyfriend had been killed and she had already been raped. She had seen enough. But Bailey was single and could protect her friend from further harm. She extended the offer in full sincerity, and also with complete trepidation, afraid of what awful things might come if he did, or even didn't, take her up on her offer. She simply didn't know what else to do.

7:50

Jackson Lee continued fucking Angela's tight pussy and his amusement level was high as Bailey tried to negotiate with him. "Bailey, honey, tonight both of you are mine. If you both do what I say, neither of you try to escape, which would be the worst idea, or harm me, I will let you both go free at the end of the Purge."

He began thrusting harder and faster into Angela, her body began to push back into his thrusts. His balls slapped wetly against her with each thrust. The combination of the two sensations, and looking down at Bailey's beautiful mouth was dragging him closer to an orgasm than he would have liked.

As his balls threatened to betray him, Jackson Lee pulled his cock out of Angela and rammed it into Bailey's mouth. As her lips met the head of his cock, he exploded, shooting a hot jet into her mouth. "Drink it all down, damn it," he moaned out.

He sat down heavily in a chair, leaving the two women there, "Don't move," he said as he recovered his breath.

After a couple minutes he stood and walked around the apartment until he discovered a purse. He walked to the table and upended the purse, spilling the contents on the table. Looking at the wallet he saw Bailey's drivers license. "So what all do we have in here?"

He spread the items out and picked up a plastic container shaped something like a clam. "What are these?"

Bailey watched the intruder fuck her friend vigorously, her sobs reverberating through her waist and hips and against Bailey's face, still lying on her lower back. Bailey winced as she saw the man become worked up, his breath getting thick as she knew he was close. Having already taken his load in her pussy, she knew Angela was in for the same. At the last minute, the man's hand pressed into her face and she found his cock pressed into her lips. He had just told the girls that their lives would be up to him, and Bailey took no chances, taking him in for his final moments as he erupted a large stream of cum, followed by others, filling her mouth. Her brow furrowed as she tried to swallow it all, especially as he furiously and vehemently demanded she do just that. He tasted bitter and smoky, salty and thick, and it made her gag a bit. She did not particularly like swallowing cum, and having been single for some time, she was well out of practice. After choking it all down, she breathed heavily, sighing and gasping, as the withdrew from her face and sat down. Moments later, she heard him rummaging around the apartment and knew he was dumping something out nearby.

"What are these," he asked. Bailey and Angela both wrenched around to look as best they could. Bailey saw him hold up her pills.

"They're.........it's my birth control pills," she said. "They help regulate......things." She couldn't believe she was here, explaining this to the man who had just raped both her and her friend. She could believe none of the entire, surreal situation.

7:55 PM

A thrill shot from Jackson Lee's ears straight to his cock. "That means you can't get pregnant. " She nodded and he rummaged through her purse contents and found nothing else of any real interest to him.

He went into Angela's room and retrieved her purse, then dumped it out on the table. He poked around disinterested in what he found. He took Bailey then Angela into the living area and deposited them on opposite ends of the couch.

He sat on the table before them and looked from one to the other. "My name is Jackson Lee Krueger. My story isn't much to tell and I know you both are scared shit less at the moment. But understand, I do not want to kill either of you. At 7:00 AM I will walk out the door and both of you will be alive provided you cooperate until the siren sounds."

He stood then stripped so he was as naked as they. Looking them over he realized how much more attractive he found Bailey. He tool his knife and cut Bailey's binding off. "Do I have your word that you will behave, cooperate, and do everything I say? "

Bailey began to shiver as she was placed on the couch next to her friend. She watched their attacker and listened closely as he stated, matter-of-factly, that he did not intend to kill, but only rape and abuse, them. As bad as things had already gotten, she feared they would get worse. She knew they would get worse. She scanned the room to see if she could sight one of the handguns, or any weapon, and she wondered how or when she might be able to get out of the ties on her wrists. She did not want to cooperate with anything the man suggested. She did not want to not cooperate. There seemed to be no good option for either of them. The man suddenly stood, and both girls whimpered and cowered, afraid of what he would do, the knife still in his reach. He began removing his shirt, then slowly, painfully removed his pants, revealing a heavy, large cock, the one he had already wielded on the girls once before. Bailey knew well that it would fit inside her. What she worried about now was all the other things the man had planned. He had mentioned not sex, but experimentation. She didn't want to to know what that meant. All of her being shuddered as goosebumps erupted over her entire body, the only defense to what she was certain would soon happen. She pulled her knees up to cover herself as much as possible, her eyes looking upward in fear as the man scanned her, then her friend, then her again.

"No, please!" Bailey squealed as the man stepped toward her with the knife and began to roll her a bit on her side. She felt silly for cowering again after she realized her arms were free. She brought them to the front of her, to cover her breasts, crossing them before her as the man stood back and looked at her again.

"Do I have your word that you will behave, cooperate, and do everything I say?" He asked. Bailey hesitated, then tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't like the decision she was about to make, but felt there was simply no choice. She nodded her agreement, wondering if she could even make such a promise, then waited for the evil man's next act.

8:00 PM

Jackson Lee turned to Angela. The poor thing was clearly in shock, not adjusting to the situation well at all. He knelt next to her and whispered, her name. As she turned toward him, she instinctively cowered away from him. "I know it is hard to take in," he cooed at her. "But Robbie wanted me to kill him instead of you."

Her eyes widened, and he continued, "He wanted me to kill you so that he would live. Instead I killed him so you could, do you understand that? I didn't start the night planning, or even wanting, to kill anyone. But I couldn't let him live if he wanted you dead."

This time when he caressed her cheek she didn't flinch quite as much. "Are you going to cooperate for the rest of the night?"

She nodded feebly, and Jackson Lee cut her hands free.

The clock chimed 8:00 PM and Jackson said, unnecessarily, "There are 11 more hours and the worst of it is over now."

He looked at the windows and saw that he could look outside, which meant others could see in. He went to the window and looked at the upper casing. "Come here girls," he said.

When they finally arrived he pointed to a tab in the casing, "See that?" The two women nodded.

Jackson Lee reached up and pulled on the tab, pulling down a steel drape that latched into place on the window sill. "You are inviting worse trouble than me by leaving these open, now quickly, go close all of the window grates before someone else notices and tries to break in."

He watched as the two of them looked at each other, then him, dubiously. "Shoo, go now."

As they turned he picked up the pistol that he had and watched them carefully.

The girls began going through the condo closing the drapes on each window. Angela struggled to hold her composure, and Bailey watched her, hoping against hope that she didn't do anything stupid. They found themselves together in the guest bedroom, each at one window, trying to close the drapes without standing naked in front of the window for the outside world to see.

"He's going to kill us you know?" Angela said.

"Don't say that," said Bailey.

"You know he is." Bailey looked out once more before closing the drape completely. She nodded an accepting nod. The intruder probably would kill them. He had already executed one person in the apartment, and of all nights or times when someone could do something so heinous, it was now, on this night. There was nothing to stop him. As Bailey again looked at her friend, Angela's eyes got wide and determined in a second of lucid focus, and she suddenly bolted toward the hall and into the main area of the large apartment. She sprinted toward the door and in only a few steps, Bailey caught up to her and tackled her. The intruder watched it all unfold, his pistol trained on the girls from the second Angela had hit the hallway entrance. Angela now cried as she fell to the ground, Bailey landing beside her.

"It's okay," Bailey whispered. "You have to stay here," she said. "You have to pull it together. It's going to be worse outside." She looked her friend in the eye. "This is The Purge," she said. "It's worse out there, okay?" Angie nodded. "Stay here. Don't leave me with him," Bailey said. As Angela began to nod again, Bailey noticed the intruder bearing down upon where they had fallen near the entry way.

The nice thing about the Purge, is that most apartment complexes only had one door per apartment for increased security. This particular complex fitted the doors with steel doors reinforced with a polymer compound that resisted heat and dispersed blunt force that was applied to the door, limiting the impact of kicking. They also installed six hinges per door which made it nearly impossible to kick, hammer, or otherwise knock the door down by the hinges. At the bottom of the door was a steel door block, one at the top and cross bars in the top and bottom third of the door.

Like locks of old, the door was there to keep honest people honest. The real entry point to any residence was the windows. Now that two girls had gotten the windows properly secured, they should be relatively safe for the night. A damn sight safer than he would have been in his own apartment, which had little or none of the security luxuries found in this one.

She came barreling out of the guest room and down the hall toward the door with Bailey in hot pursuit. It was a fine tackle, one naked blonde taking another naked blonde down. "Back up, Bailey," he snarled.

Grabbing Angela by the hair, he tilted her head at an angle and cold cocked her with the butt of the pistol, opening a gash just above her temple. "Go get the first aid kit," he ordered Bailey.

While she was gone, Jackson Lee hog tied Angela with zip ties, and gagged her with his underwear, using duct tape wrapped around her head three times to hold it in place.

When Bailey returned he shook his head. "I should kill her..." he trailed off. Yet at the moment he didn't. He waited until Bailey patched her up as much as she could then he drug the unconscious woman into the middle of the living room floor and covered her with a thin blanket.

He turned to Bailey, "You aren't going to try something stupid are you? Any more shenanigans, I can always kill you both and ride out the night in your apartment. It is a veritable fortress when compared to mine."

Bailey let a mild shriek when the man bashed the butt of his gun into her friend's face, then began to shake as she saw the blood, but was too afraid to make any move to help. He was not going to put up with any nonsense, and Angela was doing herself no favors by not keeping some semblance of cool. Her friend cried and wailed at her feet, and Bailey increasingly feared for Angela's safety, seriously worrying that she would not see her next day.

"Go get the first aid kid," the man said and Bailey could not go fast enough. She raced to the kitchen and dug around under the sink, finding nothing that could help. She neither wanted to leave her friend alone with Jackson for very long, nor did she want him suspicious of her activity. She ran to the utility room, then quickly found a small white and red box over the dryer, grabbed it and returned to the entry where Angela had blood running down the side of her face as she lay tied, her back arched and her ankles and wrists tied above her back. Bailey stopped in shock, then began to hand the first aid kit to the intruder.

"I should kill her," he said, appearing more angry and unstable each second.

"No," Bailey said firmly, but with clear fear in her voice. "No, don't do that." She knelt. "It's okay, she's just.....we're both just scared. It's okay." Bailey did not know if she was speaking to Jackson or to Angela. Or possibly to herself. "It's okay." She cleaned the little cut over Angela's eye, noticing it was beginning to bruise and turn some mix of yellow and purple. She covered it with a butterfly bandage, then stepped away.

The man dragged Angela toward the center of the room and Bailey wondered, although silently, what he was going to do. He quickly covered her then turned to Bailey, now covering her breasts with crossed arms to stay both covered and warm.

"You aren't going to try something stupid are you? Any more shenanigans, I can always kill you both and ride out the night in your apartment. It is a veritable fortress when compared to mine." The man glowered at her.

"No," Bailey heard herself say. "No." She felt herself shiver again, the shaking in her hands palpable and real. "It's okay," she said, resigned once more.

Jackson Lee stepped over to Bailey and took her hands in his. She pulled back in fear or disgust or whatever. "Sit on the couch," he instructed.

He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge door pulling two beers out. He popped them both open and gave one to Bailey as he returned to the living room. "Is there harder stuff here? You look like you could use something a damn sight more potent than that.

She nodded and told him in the cabinets above the fridge and he pulled down a bottle of Jack Daniels. Grabbing a glass he filled it with ice then teh Jack with a splash of coke to give it a little sweetness. He brought the bottle and coke can back with him and gave her the glass, "Chug it."

He lit a cigarette then bent over Angela to check on her. She was out cold, but alive and bound up tight enough that she would not likely get away. Unless she was Houdini's great-great-great granddaughter.

He looked back to Bailey and saw half the drink was gone, so he topped it off for her. He sat down next to her and finished the cigarette dropping the butt into the now empty beer can. He looked down at Angela, "For what it is worth, I hope she will be okay. You were the only one I was here after, and their presence kind of threw my plan out of whack."

He leaned back and took a swig of the Jack Daniels from the bottle then handed it to her for another gulp. After that he took the bottle back into the kitchen and put it away. He stepped out of the kitchen and said, "Come on Bailey, let's take a shower."

Bailey took the drink he offered and drank it only because he commanded her to. She didn't want any chance that he would drug her or pass out like Angela had now done. Chills went along her spine when the man told her that she had been his target all along, and that admission made her worry about what this man was capable of, if this had not been a random attack in the condo he happened to attack on the night of the Purge. She listened as he went to the kitchen and rummaged around putting the alcohol away. She found it amusing in some dark sense that he would take a moment to clean up and put things away. She looked in his direction as he came from the door leading to the kitchen.

"Come on Bailey," he said. "Let's take a shower." She didn't want to, yet she also did not have a choice and knew it. She rested her forearms on her knees a moment, her hands together as if in prayer, futile though one might be. It was a nervous posture, no more. And she took a moment to address the reality.

"You're going to rape me again," she said, matter of factly, not pleading for him not to or willing to concede. She simply stated it, the noise of her voice perhaps letting her in to her reality or easing her fear. She didn't want to hurt, she didn't want him inside her, and yet she did not know just how she could fight him off. She looked at him, sad, water in her eyes, letting him know she didn't want that, as she did nothing else, awaiting his reaction.

8:30 PM

Jackson Lee nodded sadly. "I guess that is one way to look it. Might even be the correct one."

Jackson Lee walked over and sat next to her again. "I can force you to do these things all night long Bailey, but it might go a little better for you, and less stressful for both of us if we didn't fight at each step."

He patted her on the thigh, "It is ultimately up to you though. We fight or we get along. If we get along maybe you can experiment as well. There is you, there is me, and there is Angela who should wake eventually."

"So, let's go shower."