Dancing Upon Deaths Myst (Open ~ PM Interest)

Alex watched in terrified rapture as the girl on the screen jerked, convulsed, and finally stopped moving entirely. The video stopped shortly thereafter and the young man from Jacksonville, Florida sat back in his comfortable desk chair with a sigh of... Well, relief. What he'd just witnessed was something, that for some reason, struck him down to the core of his body and produced the eeriest feeling he'd ever felt. It was like in the movies when something was revealed and the bass blasted through the theater and made your heart simply quake in anticipation, fear, or some other emotional high. In this case he simply couldn't put his finger on what it was. There was some sort of terrifying finality that had him hooked like a drug. That was the end. Nothing more. Nothing less. That girl on the screen had experienced what the video described as the 'ultimate high' before passing into dark, warm, black oblivion.

It wasn't that Alexander Ferr wanted to experience the same thrill. Killing himself without knowing what came next was above and beyond his limited amount of willpower. He'd never stoop to something so low (as it seemed a cheap way to go out), but neither would he ever rise to something so challenging (experiencing what the girl had on the video) it was just an act so far out of his league that he almost didn't want to think about it anymore.

But ever since seeing that video it was the only thing he could think about. Attending his classes at the local state college became even more dull (if that was possible) as every few seconds he would look at any of the other many pretty women and picture them just as he had seen that girl. Bound; skin slick with sweat, red from pain, and body quivering from the ultimate rush of highs and sensational overload.

Alex realized over the course of several weeks that those images were not going to leave his mind. He'd never be free of the desire to witness such an act ever again; and he would have to witness it in real life. Just watching the video again was like... Well, any other porn video on the internet. It just got boring after awhile. Sadly, he also realized that the likely hood of him finding a girl that would want to try something like the images running around in his head were next to zero. Thinking back to all of his previous girlfriends landed him at the number of one. Only one, might have done something like this, but that was more due to her habitual use of coke more than her personality or 'kinky' behavior. He was sure someone was out there, but he just could not figure out how to find her. Asking someone to their face was... Risky, at best. On the internet? Nine out of ten times the person on the other end would actually be a guy. Then the lone female almost assuredly would balk at such a request.

All of these thoughts and more were running through Alex's mind as he sat down at Starbucks to sip his hazelnut coffee and study a bit for his upcoming midterm in psychology. Though he actually did very little of that; instead he of course went off exploring for more suicide videos.

"Is this seat taken?"

Glancing up as he shook his head Alex responded with a gentle, "No."

He only glanced briefly, but that was only because long ago he'd gotten used to looking up into the face, or chest, of beautiful co-eds. After high school the playing fields seemed to even out, and things went back to normal. He actually didn't even look at her again, and found her gone when he did look up again. With a shrug, he stood up and left the shop heading for the gym. The coffee would be just enough of a pick-me-up to get him through a brief workout before really hitting the books when he returned home.

He needed to hit the gym; not because he was overweight. Quite the opposite in fact. Alex considered himself far too skinny. He was tall, lanky, and had black raven hair that matched his eyes almost perfectly. He thought of himself as a scarecrow, basically, standing about six-two and weighing practically nothing. He'd always hoped that he would grow outward, but all the way through high school he never had his chest widen or deepen. He just kept getting taller.

As he started his routine he couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was watching him.

Glancing around he caught only one other person watching him. It was the girl from the coffee shop, and she had a very, very strange look on her face... It unnerved him to the core. Just like those videos.

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Katsumi cracked open an eye as her alarm clock splintered her skull from the inside out. It had been another late night again. Her parents owned a Teppanyakki retsaurant and after giving her a couple hours to eat and do her schoolwork (simul-fucking-taneously) they had put her to work waiting tables. Katsumi had pasted on a smile while serving food and drink until late at night. She had stolen some sake to help her sleep and barely moments later it seemed, the sun had risen and her alarm was insisting she start another day.

It seemed that every moment of every day had been accounted for by her parents. They wanted her to study and get good grades, in fact they went apeshit whenever her grades slipped. Despite that, they were forever making her work in the restaurant whenever the place was busy or short-staffed. Katsumi was told that she was paid for this, that money went into her paltry college fund. She got an allowance but it was very little. The nights she did get off from the restaurant were spent cramming all the stuff that her peers had many more hours to learn. Her parents actively dissuaded her from socialising outside of their small circle of local Japanese families.

Katsumi wasn't a particularly gifted student. She kept pace with her classmates purely by virtue of working so damn hard but none of it came easily to her. She lived in constant fear of flunking out of college, because her parents had invested so much money and hard work into getting her there. Not once had they asked her if she wanted to stay in education. It was that or marriage and they were under no illusions as to how Katsumi felt about being forced to marry someone who they approved of. Then she would enter simply a different kind of slavery, becoming a wife and mother... and nothing else.

Katsumi was withdrawn around campus. She knew that any friendships she formed with western girls would be vetoed by her parents. She had none of the fashionable clothes or accessories they all did, watched none of their favourite TV shows... there was very little she could find in common with the other girls, despite the fact she had been born in the USA. Most people just looked through her anyway, assuming she was foreign. It was easy for her to blend into the background, to be neither seen nor heard. It was from this that her darkest fantasies had been born. Katsumi wanted to cease existing, to fade away until there was nothing left. She had already been avoiding food and her naturally slim frame was now gaunt. Every gram of herself that vanished from existence gave her a sick sense of achievement. Her eyes were joyless, sunken pools of despair that rarely lifted from the ground or whatever book she was reading. Her clothes became increasingly gothic, hanging from her thin frame and shrouding her in swathes of black cloth. She had precious little money for clothes but it cost nothing to simply buy everything in black. Katsumi could see no way of escaping her family, their misguided sacrifices and unreasonable expectations. She was physically and emotionally exhausted. She simply wanted out.

The Starbucks was crowded but Katsumi was determined to snatch a few precious moments of 'me time' between finishing her classes and studying or working. She made herself approach the lone guy with his laptop, made herself open her mouth and speak to him. In the event all he did was glance at her and return to his laptop, shifting it aside so that she might have somewhere to put her cup. Katsumi was accustomed to being misjudged and disregarded. Her tiny frame, just shy of five feet tall, meant that she was often assumed to be far younger than her nineteen years. This handsome man would no more have flirted with her than with a fifteen year old schoolkid. He seemed pre-occupied and the roar of conversation in the crowded cafe made Katsumi feel secure enough not to hide behind a book. She sipped her bitter double espresso, her eyes darting around the room furtively above the rim of her cup. The guy beside her was watching a video. His back was to the wall but his screen was at an angle she could see in her peripheral vision. Stealing glances to make sure he didn't catch her, Katsumi watched the video buffer and then stream.

Her jaw dropped as the scene unfolded. The beautiful white girl was allowing the most depraved acts to be committed upon her. Katsumi got drawn into the clip, no longer caring whether the guy beside her noticed her watching. She needn't have worried because he was utterly transfixed. His expression wasn't one of horror though, he was aroused, physically turned on by the woman's torture and eventual death. There was no doubt that she enjoyed certain aspects of what happened to her but the grande finale almost had Katsumi screaming aloud in the middle of the cafe. Unable to watch the poor girl's final throes, she slipped from her chair and bolted out into the sunlight, heaving deep breaths as her knees threatened to buckle from the shock. Katsumi moved aside to lean against the wall, unable to get over what she had seen.

She was still standing there when he strode out onto the sidewalk. Nothing in his demeanour betrayed what he had just been watching, he just walked casually away, his laptop stowed in a rather large holdall. Katsumi tottered after him at a distance. At no point did she make a conscious decision to do this, her feet simply carried her along behind him, hastening to match his long, fast stride. When he went into the gym she hesitated, not having a membership or any way of following legitimately. Katsumi wandered into the lobby of the gym, watching as he disappeared from view. She fell into a group of schoolkids going swimming and allowed herself to be swept through the security gate. She couldn't follow him into the male changing area so she stuck with the school group until she was a safe distance away. Katsumi stared at the blank wall in front of her and fantasised about being the woman in that film, of being abused and then released from her miserable life. Her pussy throbbed, something that hadn't happened to her since the summer ended.

It didn't take long to find him. Katsumi simply stared at him as he worked out. It was impossible for her not to imagine his big strong hands around her throat... and his big white cock splitting her tiny pussy open. Katsumi had had no time for boyfriends and a summer romance with a Japanese lad had led to some rather awkward and unfulfilling first time sex. She had thought sex was over-rated and stuck to clitoral stimulation to relieve herself but watching everything that woman had gone through... she had cum so hard and so many times... even when she had been screaming for mercy. The man had been wearing headphones but Katsumi could hear the screaming and pleading inside her own head.

As though he could sense her need, the tall white man set down his weight and scanned the room till his piercing eyes fell upon her. Katsumi simply froze, staring at him in helpless terror... and something approaching awe.

She looked like death.

Well, that wasn't what Alex thought at first. The first thing he thought was that she looked like shit. Because she did, but perhaps because of the videos or perhaps just his typically nice guy thinking he adjusted the thought to be slightly more poetical. The striking truth of his statement, however, sent a thrill through his body that was totally out of place in the fast paced gym he was standing in the middle of. It was cold, and terrifying, but alluring all at the same time. With a frown he looked away and wiped his face with a towel, so that when he turned back the girl had whirled on her feet and was racing for the door. Without waiting for his brain to catch up his feet pulled him towards her quickly; he darted through the crowded weights and machines, right out into the crowded sidewalk. Spotting her to his right, he darted that way and snatched her arm as she tried to hurriedly walk out of the way.

"Hey!" She whirled. Frightened? No, it was something else entirely.

"Hey," He repeated with his casual smile that could put the devil at ease, or so he'd been told. The real reason was that behind the smile was a genuinely nice guy, again, so he'd been told. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked softly, as they both moved closer to the wall of the gym out of the crowded paths on the sidewalk.

She shook her head, and made the word no with her lips. For some reason she wouldn't even look him in the eyes.

Alex knew he was taking a risk, but so far things had been going well for him with the ladies. With soft care he stuck his hand out and lightly silted up her chin. The Asian features and her strange eyes stuck him again to the core. Like death... The feeling in his gut was now impossible to ignore. Fire and ice, as hard as many people tried to describe it was nearly impossible to do so, but that was what he was feeling. A cold icy pit in his stomach; that set the rest of him on fire. "St-starbucks." He heard the word, but he ignored it from the moment. Just staring into her eyes. The knowing look in her eyes was mixed with a sort of hopelessness that Alex had seen before. He'd seen it recently and repeatedly. He knew that long intimately, or at least he felt he did. The connection took another thirty seconds before coming to him.

"The video... You saw, it." He murmured with his fingers carefully going from her chin, to her lips, which were now trembling.

The moment snapped as someone nudged into Alex, and he realized it was a more than a little cool outside. He backed away and moved his hand back to his side. This time he looked at the girl with a little more consciousness in his gaze. He smiled warmly again, "Kat... Katsumi right?" The shock in her face was precious, he laughed warmly and ran a hand through his hair, "We were in two classes last year. English 103 and Engineering 201. Remember? We did the paper on CS Lewis, and the project on bio-electronics? I don't forget names easily... Hey listen, it's freezing out here. Wanna go grab something to eat, or drink? Let me get changed, I'll be right out... Or... Or we could do coffee tonight?"

With a slight shiver he raised his eyebrows, trying to prod her politely into answering.

He stared at her until he was sure they weren't acquainted. Then he turned away to pick up his towel. Immediately Katsumi was heading for the door, unable to believe that she'd done something as stupid as follow him here. What if he was involved in the production of that video? What if he was some criminal who would want to silence her once he realised what she'd seen? Other far fetched scenarios went through Katsumi's mind as she tried to unobtrusively flee the gym but they all seemed to swiftly culminate in him cornering her and being violent towards her... mocking her... raping her. She blushed scarlet at her own depravity as she hit the sidewalk.

"Hey!"

Suddenly he had her by the arm. He was right there towering over her, sweat dripping from the exposed muscles in his arms and shoulders. Katsumi had to bite down hard on a moan as she gasped and inhaled the masculine scent of him, augmented by his workout. Her knees actually shook, threatening to buckle. His expression was non-threatening but he still had her by the arm, clearly wasn't about to let go. She forced herself to meet his gaze for a moment but couldn't hold it. Her tiny clit seemed to have swelled to impossible proportions, raging against her panties in their tight black jeans.

He suddenly seemed to realise how aggressive his stance was an pulled his upper body back, letting his shoulders relax and the tension leave his powerful arms. He was gentle as he steered her towards the wall, out of the way of other pedestrians. Katsumi endeavoured to appear a little less petrified.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Again a pink flush lit her cheeks and she couldn't lift her eyes from his shoes as she shook her head. There was no way she could tell him where he had met her. If that was the case there was no way to convey why she had found him compelling and followed him... what she wanted from him. Her throat constricted and she simply couldn't speak. He was so hot. He would have a girlfriend, probably more than one. Guys like that didn't hook up with penniless little Japanese girls like her. Guys like that went with tall blonde girls who had lush tits and asses, little princesses who would never know how blessed they were. Guys like that did not abuse, choke and murder suicidal little emo chicks.

He made her lift her head. If he had punched her or stripped her naked there and then she would have offered no resistance. Katsumi was spellbound by him. He made her look into his eyes and for a moment... for a fraction of a moment she had seen the darkness glittering there, the primal male impulse to take and to subjugate... to lay waste to her. But the darkness was gone before she got lost in it, so swiftly that it could just as easily have been a symptom of her own fevered imagination. And then, after a wait that seemed to last forever, he spoke and it chilled Katsumi to her molten, dripping core.

"The video... You saw, it."

It was a statement, not a question. Katsumi's breath caught in her throat and she made herself look him in the eye again, her lower lip quivering now as tears of shame filled her almond eyes. She realised that he would naturally assume she was appalled by the video, not obsessed with it. Her hard nipples were concealed by her padded bra and her aching, soaking pussy wasn't about to attest to her arousal either. He was standing so close to her. She could almost feel his fingers closing around her neck. She wanted to drop to her knees and beg him to use her... to hurt her.

Suddenly he dropped her face as though it had stung him and stepped back decisively. Katsumi stared helplessly as he switched seamlessly back into a relaxed and casual manner.

"Kat... Katsumi right?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded slightly, guiltily. She was convinced that she had never met him before. He laughed. It was a rich, joyful sound and so incongruous with Katsumi's head full of masochistic depravity that it was a verbal equivalent of a bucket of icy water in her face. She abruptly pulled herself together, wondering if she hadn't imagined half of their encounter.

"We were in two classes last year. English 103 and Engineering 201. Remember? We did the paper on CS Lewis, and the project on bio-electronics? I don't forget names easily... Hey listen, it's freezing out here. Wanna go grab something to eat, or drink? Let me get changed, I'll be right out... Or... Or we could do coffee tonight?"

It was hardly surprising that she hadn't remembered him. Now that she thought about it, his hair had been shorter and he had been monopolised by two girls who hung on his every word. Katsumi had found it ridiculous that two girls would fight like cats for the attentions of one spoiled, arrogant guy. Now though, if some girl had shown up and turned out to be his girlfriend or even just someone he was obviously attracted to, Katsumi would truly hate her.

But... he wanted to spend time with her? That made no sense at all, unless he had deduced that she was easy meat, which where he was concerned, she was. Regardless of all that, Katsumi had half a paper to write and her parents would be expecting her home for their favourite dinner of 'whatever didn't sell the other night.' But she couldn't leave him now, just couldn't.

"Um... let me make a phonecall. You go shower and change and I'll be right here, ok?"

He threw her a huge, shit eating grin and then bounded back into the gym. Katsumi pulled out her battered, ancient cellphone and paced as she steeled herself into calling her parents, trying to think of a plausible lie. She never lied to them, simply had no reason to. She didn't know if she would be any good at it. A rapid argument in Japanese ensued.

"Look, I can't believe I forgot about the paper either mom but the fact is that if I don't spend tonight in the library I'll flunk out. I just never put it in my study schedule and I've been doing so many restaurant shifts lately... well you can have slave labour or a college educated daughter, not both! I'm not surprised this happened mom, you don't give me enough time for study."

Amazingly, her mother backed down. It had been many months since Katsumi had last shown such spark. She felt suddenly reckless.

"No, I don't know when I'll be home. A friend is going to help me with the assignment and then we'll probably go for some food or something.... I don't care! I'm going to be a regular teenager for one night mom, just deal with it, ok?"

Katsumi hung up and then flushed as she realised that her date had returned in record time, probably assuming she would have fled already. Instead he had just witnessed her yelling at her mother in a most uncharacteristic fashion.

"Sorry, my parents wanted me to help out in their restaurant tonight but I've been doing that a lot." Katsumi wondered how much was in her checking account. "So where do you want to go?"

Now that she had made the decision to spend the evening with this guy, whose name she still didn't know, Katsumi crawled back into her security blanket of passivity. She wanted him to make the decisions. Besides it was polite in her culture. Men were deferred to and treated with respect. It felt... right.

She wanted him to control everything... to subdue and control her... and ultimately, to have her next breath in his clenched fist.

So he could deny her.

Katsumi had never been more turned on. Thinking about this hot white guy abusing her was doing far more for her than full blown sex with her summer romance had. It was insane.

Alex had nodded before racing off to the locker room. He soaked himself quickly, but didn't lather up. Rather relying on some heavy deodorant. He didn't really care, so excited as he was about hanging out with this girl, with Katsumi, and though he would never admit it he knew the reason he was so excited. She had been cute back during their classes together, but shy and always too busy to do anything but the minimum for any of their projects. He suspected her parents were real over the top. It was so stereotypical of him to think that, but that happened a lot. He fell into a lot of stereotypes. Now she didn't look quite as good, or she wouldn't have looked quite so good to the old Alex, but the new one. This one. Him. He thought, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her gaunt frame gave her the appearance hanging morbidly upon the edge of death, but her eyes weren't dead. They were excited about her own look. She liked feeling that way, and that was scary. Scary fucking cool!

He raced outside and caught the tail end of her argument with the crappy cell phone.

He'd been right about her parents.

"Sorry, my parents wanted me to help out in their restaurant tonight but I've been doing that a lot."

"Totally understandable."

"So where do you want to go?"

Alex was quite impressed with two things. The first obvious one was her ability to speak another language. The only other thing he could speak was 'nerd-talk' as he referred to it in a slightly self-deprecating way. The second was the fact that she put that much effort into fighting her parents. He guessed that when they were in their classes together before she never would have fought either of her parents that way. In fact she was probably a push-over then. He thought briefly about where they were going to go, before replying with an easy smile on his tall lanky frame. As he spoke his long, thin, but strong arms crossed themselves across his chest as he scratched his shoulders. He'd only thrown on a sleeveless shirt, that hugged his thin, but gnarled frame quite tightly. Both long legs flexed slightly, pushing him up on his toes and then back down as he talked.

"I know a quiet little place a few blocks from the science building. Nice little mom and pop shop. Let's go there." But he didn't move, when Katsumi looked at him he smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Alexander." Why he gave his full name rather then the moniker everyone called him by was obvious, but again he didn't want to consciously think about it. Just like he didn't want to consciously think about ripping the tiny little Katsumi to pieces with his bare hands. He was changing his persona. That was for fucking sure.

The grip he gave her slim wrist sent a thrill through his body that made it impossible to ignore everything he was trying to ignore.

Immediately his eyes brightened and at the same time they darkened. Clouded with sinister desire, punctuated by brilliant excitement, she was so soft, so tender, and so thin. He knew he could snap her. With his hands, with his cock, with his teeth, even with his mind. She would break and it would be glorious, so powerful and so amazing that she wouldn't even mind it. Katsumi would enjoy it, and he knew that for certain. Then it was over. The moment passed and faded into the beautifully sunny day that it was out side. They walked together, she having to take a step and a half for every one of his long strides. His walk was casual and unassuming, easily avoiding other pedestrians. Hers was nimble and nervous, awkwardly crossing paths with strangers until it happened.

As they were walking and she tried to dodge out of the way of a fast-paced business-suited executive type, she bumped into Alexander gently. Quick as a snake and strong as a boa his arm wrapped around her thin waist and pulled her against his tall, lanky frame. He looked down and smiled, "Watch yer step." With a wink, he looked back up and easily kept her at his side, together they smoothly made their way from sidewalk to sidewalk until they arrived at the small shop. Called Walt's.

Sitting was plentiful, and Alexander led Katsumi deep into the recesses of the dimly lit shop.

They took a corner booth, away from everything and everyone. He sat on the same bench as her, placing his bag, and taking hers before placing it with his on the opposing bench. The warm, friendly, motherly waitress smiled at their cuteness; sitting together! Aw! They ordered and then Alexander turned to Katsumi, "So what did you think?" He asked softly, "About the video?"

"I'm Alexander."

Now that she heard the name, Katsumi's memories of him in class came back a little stronger. She remembered his confident laugh and the way he joked around enough to be popular but not enough to piss off teachers or get in the way of his study. She had envied him his easy charm then and the same jealousy washed over her now. It was so easy for him, a tall handsome guy, to just breeze through life. Katsumi was forever having to prove herself and it was getting old.

He moved towards her with sudden purpose and Katsumi had to force herself not to flinch or step backwards. His tall frame towered and dwarfed her own, his dark eyes staring her down as he took hold of her arm. Alexander's huge fist just about filled the space between her wrist and elbow and his grip was strong. His gaze darkened, mocking her slightly, daring her to protest. She didn't.

It would have looked more than a little odd if he had led her down the street like that and Katsumi was taken for a child at the best of times. Alexander let her go, leaving the red imprint of his powerful fingers on her soft, golden brown skin. The marks faded swiftly but seeing them had an effect on her, making anticipation pulse in the pit of her stomach. She had trouble keeping pace with his long stride, darting around pedestrians who gave way to the tall white guy but rarely even spotted the tiny Asian at his side until they tripped over her. Katsumi was accustomed to this but to be treated with disregard by the busy foot traffic under the watchful gaze of her new acquaintance... well it was almost as if the world at large was confirming her worthlessness.

Her breath caught in her throat as Alexander pulled her in against his side. Once again there was no warning. It seemed that he liked surprising her. His arm around her shoulder wasn't soft and affectionate though, it curled around her with a hard possessiveness, compelling her to trot at his side in order to match his pace. Now the people giving way to Alexander were giving way to her by extension. It was strange to be treated like that and it somehow justified Katsumi's compelling urge to submit to him. By the time they reached Walt's she was red faced and out of breath but he didn't appear to notice. Well he must have noticed. He didn't appear to care. The raw ache in Katsumi's belly got hungrier.

He took her hand and pulled her into the back of the shop, to a dimly lit booth. Her hand got lost inside his. Katsumi's gaze dropped to his shoes and noted how big his feet were. His cock was going to be huge, far bigger than that of the Japanese guy she had fooled around with over the summer. Alexander wouldn't be gentle either, she was already certain of that. Katsumi was in a state of low level panic as they sat together, wondering if she shouldn't just come to her senses and go home.

Alexander ordered for himself and Katsumi realised she was going to be expected to eat something. Even if she hadn't been deliberately avoiding food, she was way too wound up to eat anything. She asked for a diet soda and a small salad. Most people would have tried to get her to eat more but Alexander let the order stand, for which she was oddly grateful.

Then he turned to her and asked her about the video, just like that. Katsumi's eyes widened into liquid pools of fear as her cheeks flushed crimson. She dropped her gaze to the table top, unable to look at him. Her heart raced, making her breath come short, so that she almost gasped her reply at him.

"It was horrific. I left because I couldn't watch any more. I felt sick. And then you came outside and you looked perfectly normal. It was very disturbing."

Katsumi glanced up at Alexander and it was clear that this wasn't what he had wanted to hear from her. She belatedly realised that she'd effectively just called him sick in the head. His jaw tensed and his body followed suit. Katsumi even thought that he might just rise and walk out.

I followed you to the gym. I'm not a member or anything, I just... followed you. I found you... compelling. I want you to hurt me, to be violent and cruel, to objectify me and then use me.

I want to die.

I want you to kill me.

She couldn't say any of it. He didn't break the ominous silence between them so eventually Katsumi asked him the same question, desperate for the spell to remain unbroken. This was what she needed. He had to be what she needed.

"I'm sorry but why were you even watching it? It was such a public place to watch it too. What do you think about that video?"

"It was horrific. I left because I couldn't watch any more. I felt sick. And then you came outside and you looked perfectly normal. It was very disturbing."

And yet here you are... Alexander wanted to say those words but he didn't solely because at that moment he did not trust his voice. Not that it would crack, but that it would push her over the edge and she would try to bolt, or worse; scream. Staring coolly at her widening eyes and frightened face Alexander used all of his patience that he could muster in order to say nothing and do nothing. Part of this new persona, he realized, would the need to become emotionless whenever the time called for it. It was hard for him, because he didn't want girls to be frightened like this. They always responded better when things were going smoothly and they felt in control, but with Katsumi it was different. He didn't want her to be in control, or even happy. The more miserable she felt, better Alexander felt for some strange reason.

"I'm sorry but why were you even watching it? It was such a public place to watch it too. What do you think about that video?"

"I've found that I'm rather attracted to it. I-" He stopped as their food arrived.

"I like it." He finally admitted, but more to his burger than to Katsumi. It was easy to be frank, calm, cool, and collected when talking about less shameful things. Flirting even, but this... Was something else entirely. There was also something else; he did not want Katsumi to see his eyes when he said that. Not just because of how true it was, but the degree in which it was true. His eyes shone, not figuratively, but literally and he knew it. After jerking off the other night he'd been standing in front of his bathroom mirror washing his hands when he caught sight of himself remembering the video. The look on his face made him not even recognize his own face. That more than anything kept him from looking across at her as he said those three little words, but then he began to speak again and he looked. There was still a glimmer of that look, but it wore off the more he spoke.

"I like the idea of it, I should say," He said, correcting himself. Then he non-nonchalantly shrugged, "I've never done anything like that. Yet. It doesn't matter where I watched it today, I watched it every wear. It's like... An addiction I guess, something new and exciting... I mean I haven't found anyone that I thought would try it..."

Several very long seconds past where he was silent. Alexander waited until Katsumi was looking him right in the eyes for his next few words, "Until now."

He caught the fear in her eyes, but he knew it was only a reflection of the desire in his own.

Without even realizing it his voice dropped lower, it deepened, and it hardened all at the same time, "That is why you followed me. Isn't it Katsumi? It's not because you think I'm sick and wanted to see what I'd do next, did you think I was a kid? Going to peek into the women's locker room while I jerk my little stiffy? Haha, no... You want to play these games with me. Don't you? You want to see just how far you'll take your suicidal emo bullshit thoughts, if you've got the balls to step off the edge. Or at least let someone push you. I have a better memory then I even knew, you're a skinny little bitch now Katsumi, nothing but skin and bones I bet. Is that working out? Killing yourself like a pussy?"

Then he blinked and Alexander's face slipped back into his comfortable all-American boy look. He bit into his burger and stuffed a few fries into his mouth before sipping his soda and swallowing it all down. He ate for a little while, before looking back over at Katsumi.

In his mind there was a gigantic fucking mess going on. What he had just done went against years and years of instinct. Years of getting what he wanted whenever he wanted or needed it. He basically just told Katsumi to think that he was a bastard, asshole, and prick all in one quick little diatribe. She could curse him out, walk out quietly, or do anything number of normal things and absolutely nobody would think it was weird. What would be weird is if she stayed, if she stayed and agreed with him, or at the very least didn't resist. Then that would be weird. Alexander was realizing that they would need to be weird, in order to get what they wanted. As his gaze settled on the side of Katsumi's face he said in his general, good guy tone of voice.

"You haven't even touched your salad Katsumi."

"I like it."

He wouldn't look at her, but the words were eloquent enough. Alexander was suddenly transfixed by the burger in his hand and Katsumi suddenly realised that talking about this was hard for him too. He looked at her before he spoke again and his eyes were too bright, they glimmered with suppressed intent, a bright darkness. He seemed to sense her mounting apprehension and began to qualify his statement.

"I like the idea of it, I should say, I've never done anything like that. Yet. It doesn't matter where I watched it today, I watched it every wear. It's like... An addiction I guess, something new and exciting... I mean I haven't found anyone that I thought would try it..."

Katsumi wasn't exactly surprised. The video had been violent in the extreme and the language that had been used, the things that woman had been called and forced to believe that she was before the end... Katsumi's stomach pitched with nausea, even as her pussy got suddenly wet. She realised that Alexander had stopped speaking. She didn't even know if he had asked her a question or something. She stared at him, mesmerised, waiting for him to speak again.

"Until now."

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised he was deadly serious. Katsumi was aware that her desires must in their own way be as transparent as his were to her but it was still a shock to hear Alexander say that with such certainty. His tone dropped lower, to one of suppressed violence and his lip curled in a contemptuous sneer.

"That is why you followed me. Isn't it Katsumi? It's not because you think I'm sick and wanted to see what I'd do next, did you think I was a kid? Going to peek into the women's locker room while I jerk my little stiffy? Haha, no... You want to play these games with me. Don't you? You want to see just how far you'll take your suicidal emo bullshit thoughts, if you've got the balls to step off the edge. Or at least let someone push you. I have a better memory then I even knew, you're a skinny little bitch now Katsumi, nothing but skin and bones I bet. Is that working out? Killing yourself like a pussy?"

Her almond eyes watered, her tiny mouth a perfect 'O' of total shock. The soda in her hand shook so much she placed it back down onto the table as Alexander's words reverberated around the inside of her skull, mocking her. The malevolence dropped out of Alexander's expression like a mask falling to smash on the floor. He attacked his food with renewed gusto, waiting for her to say something in reply. He looked once more like the handsome, nice guy everyone thought he was.

It horrified Katsumi that a guy as good looking as Alexander was had these urges. If he had been ugly or overweight or something, she could have understood his total misogyny. Alexander would never have trouble finding a girlfriend though, which made it all the more disturbing that his most ardent desire was to abuse a woman with such cruelty and violence. Storybooks and Disney films teach us as children that bad guys look bad/ugly and only good guys are radiantly handsome. Alexander was an aspiring bad guy but looked for all the world as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. It was somehow utterly obscene.

"You haven't even touched your salad Katsumi." Alexander's voice cut into her thoughts. Katsumi looked down, apparently surprised to see that there was food under her nose.

You want to see just how far you'll take your suicidal emo bullshit thoughts

if you've got the balls to step off the edge

nothing but skin and bones

Is that working out? Killing yourself like a pussy?

Suicidal emo bullshit thoughts. That was how he summed her up. Katsumi rose, which didn't actually make her any taller. She forced herself to stand on her trembling legs and look Alexander in the eye.

"You think this is a game for me? A fad or a fucking lifestyle choice?" Her voice wasn't deep or strong enough to carry far from their booth but nevertheless, nearby people started looking. Katsumi didn't care. "You know nothing about me, nothing about my life! At least I did something, I found you. You're the fucking pussy here, jerking off to your sick little videos. You don't want to go anywhere near the fucking edge, you just want to kick me over it. Well fuck that and fuck you! I thought you were different, you're just a parasite like everyone else in my life!"

Katsumi strode out the door. She got about half a block before her knees threatened to give way. She realised that she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. She forced herself make it across the street to a store and buy some OJ and a sugar rich snack, consuming them quickly to ease the tremors shuddering through her tiny frame. She actually found food distasteful now, so despite the fact her body was screaming, Katsumi had to force the food down. Her breath came in short hard sobs as she forcibly suppressed her tears and the catch in her throat.

Fucking asshole. When she checked out, she'd be checking out and nobody would find her until she was gone. The fact that she hadn't done it yet didn't give Alexander the right to sneer at her.

The thrum of blood in her ears that had told her she was about to faint from exhaustion and malnutrition faded and died as the sugar hit her bloodstream. It was becoming a familiar warning now. That was when Katsumi realised her pussy was pulsing in tandem with her adrenaline spiked heartbeat. It was soaking, probably the wettest it had ever been; straining, hot and slick against her panties.

Alexander tossed a glance over his shoulder as Katsumi strolled out angrily; completely forgetting her book bag and things. With a confident smile into his plate he returned to his burger. Finishing it, and leisurely eating his fries before polishing off his drink and standing. He swung his own satchel up and over his long, lanky shoulders, then left fifteen dollars on the table before heading out. Carrying Katsumi's back pack with him. He walked with a gentle bit of bounce to his step, and there was a slight grin etched in his face that would seem perfectly innocent to most people. Anyone that didn't know him at least. Once outside of the restaurant he paused, his mind running over the entire explosion that he had just witnessed. None of her words really... Hurt. They lacked emotion and conviction throughout. There was a little bit of truth; he had no intention of sliding over the edge into oblivion at all. He had every intention of pushing her over the edge.

But not kicking... He decided with a small growing of his smile.

Glancing around he didn't see Kastumi anywhere, so he decided to head back toward the gym and star bucks. As luck or fate would have it she was sitting directly in his way.

She looked like a little kid. Huddled against the sidewalk and wall of the big brick building. Just then she had glanced around nervously, like she had just spilled a drink and she didn't want anyone to notice. Getting up slowly, Katsumi made her way deeper into the alley and behind a trash bin. With a frown Alexander followed her. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in his step, but he was careful to remain quiet, so that he was able to find her sliding a hand inside of her panties. Rubbing herself. He let out a snorting chuckle while at the same time slamming her book bag down on the trashcan and propping his elbows on the lids edge too. The startling effect was well worth it.

"You forgot something."

His voice was cool and hard.

When she tried to take it and walk past him he shot out a long limb at the last possible second and spun her back around behind the trashcan. Roughly pushing her into the dirty brick wall and following her quickly. In a second his face was pressed against hers; kissing her vehemently while he darted a big strong hand down between her legs. The sticky warmth he found brought an amused, happy smile to his face, this was new to him! He had never gotten a girl this aroused before without doing a fucking things, sexually. He knew his oral was great, and so was his foreplay, or that was what all of the other girls thought of him at least, and told their girlfriends. Alexander brought his fingers up slowly as he stopped kissing Katsumi. Unbeknown to him his other hand had ended up squeezing her tiny throat; now he used it to hold her still as he brushed his fingers under her nose and against her lips.

"You forgot to wait too. I wasn't finished explaining this to you. This isn't some bull shit emo-thing to me either. I like my life, I like sex, I get plenty more of it than you do... But it's not enough anymore. That is why I watched that video, did you see me jerking off? No. But did I find you jerking your tiny little clit?"

Suddenly his hand tightened, "Well, did I bitch? Yes, yes I fucking did."

With a sniff he leaned closer, "What's that, sugar, sweetened food? You ate something. Didn't you?"

With a shrug he finally let go of her throat and stepped away. Alexander stretched out his arms to the side in a gesture that asked, what now? Then he took two steps backward out of the alley. His hands darted inside of his pockets and he gave Katsumi a careful glance. She looked frightened to the point that her nerves were raw as red skin after a beating and both her arousal, and terror were showing starkly on her face as she slumped against the bricks. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted more; she wanted to explore this and so did he. That was where he ran into a problem, how? As many videos as he'd watched he had no idea how to do this without... Well... Actually killing her. He knew the videos were fake, the girls didn't actually die, no matter how convincing they made it.

Alexander knew he would need a little time to research the rest of this. Besides, raping her in broad daylight in an alley wouldn't really work out. They would need to meet somewhere quietly. Stopping his back peddle he said in a calm, and now controlled voice.

"I've got class. I'll meet you at my apartment; I'm the care taker at that mansion on twenty-second street. Go down the alley behind the house to the back. The door will be open. Eight-thirty. Don't be late."

Then he turned and was met by an elderly woman's pouting face as she tried to see over Alexander's tall shoulders, "Is that girl okay, should I call the police?"

"No ma'am. I just checked on her. She is fine, had a bit of a woozy stomach is all. Lost her lunch."

"Oh well maybe I should go..."

"Ma'am it's okay. She's a friend of mine. She's just a little embarrassed."

"Ohh, I see, I see... Okay, well you're very kind to her."

"Thank you ma'am, have a nice day!"

It was eight twenty-six and Alexander was getting impatient. He'd done a little research; it was easier then he had expected. At least for getting started. Auto-erotica or asphyxiation in erotica were both well documented subjects, and most people suggested smothering or plastic bags for breath play before going straight to choking or hanging. Mostly because those two could lead to crushing windpipes, which no amount of CPR or rescue breathing would be able to help.

He wasn't yet sure which method he'd try first. Well, he had a plastic bag in his pocket, but he quite honestly doubted that Kastumi would show up. Alexander kicked himself for not explaining things and playing the nice guy for a little longer, but something about seeing her with her pussy so aroused and being so lewd. It had just set him off. Another bit of truth had been created by that moment; as he'd rushed home to jerk one off since none of his booty calls had answered their fucking cell-phones. So he had jerked off to one of the videos instead. Whatever, he thought, Katsumi would never know. Not just because she'd never know, but also probably because she would never show up to his apartment.

Ah, his apartment. He loved the place.

The alley that ran behind the mansion by a well-to-do banker was encompassed on one side by the mansion plus it's grounds and the other side by a parking site for construction vehicles. So it was dead quiet at night, and secluded. The old gatehouse was built of solid stone, and had a metal shield in the middle of the wall because apparently the banker was a real nut job now that he was retired. For five hours of grounds work, and some tech help with the man's massive security system Alex got the entire two bedroom apartment, with full kitchen, bath, living room, and jacuzzi for free. It was a totally sweet deal, and he had his own private entrance onto the alley which only made it even better.

Impatiently he glanced at his watched. Eight twenty-nine.

Fuck, she isn't coming.

She hadn't been able to believe her stupidity in forgetting her schoolbag. She might never want to see Alexander again but she needed her books and notes. She agonised over whether to return to the cafe again. Perhaps Alexander would just leave her bag where it was and then Katsumi could retrieve it from the staff? One thought crystallised amid all her ambivalence however, she could not go back there in her current aroused state. If she went there now everything Alexander said and did would turn her on. She had to deal with her stupid pussy and go back with a clear head. Katsumi quit pacing around in circles and leaned against the nearest wall, unable to believe what she was about to do in a public place. But her logic was sound. Alexander's hold on her was something dangerously, irrationally addictive. She had to stop seeing him as a fix and realise what a total asshole he was.

But he was so tall and handsome.

Katsumi mentally slapped herself around the face.

Enough.

The alley was deserted and Katsumi failed to see any security cameras as she gazed around. She crouched behind a trash can, her back against a dirty wall, squatting with her knees wide apart so she had access to her aching clit inside her trousers. Tears of shame slid down over her caramel coloured skin. When her fingers found her clit her hips bucked violently. She was already close. Katsumi tried to wall Alexander out of her thoughts but it was impossible. His sneering face loomed within her mind. She knew exactly what he would say if he could see what she had been reduced to. His voice rang in her ears, the harsh tone he had used before she walked out of the cafe.

You want to play these games with me. Don't you? You want to see just how far you'll take your suicidal emo bullshit thoughts, if you've got the balls to step off the edge. Or at least let someone push you.

Katsumi's fevered mind didn't stop there, it started putting words into Alexander's sneering mouth, standing over her as she squatted there and frantically fucked her pussy with two small fingers, her thumb strumming her clit, grinding down hard on it, making it hurt so good. Katsumi drew her wet fingers out of her hot hole and pinched her clit viciously, digging her small nails into it while she bit down on a moan, arching helplessly. Then she resumed fucking herself, feeling her tight pussy milk her small digits.

Look at yourself 'Alexander' chuckled. You couldn't wait could you, you filthy little bitch. Squatting in an alley in broad daylight, fucking your slutty little cunt.

The word 'cunt' was from Alexander's film. Katsumi had never actually heard it except in the occasional Hollywood film but in that video, she had seen it pronounced. There was something about the word that thrilled her, how explicit and degrading it sounded, how the man's lip had curled with such utter contempt whenever he said it. The woman had responded to the word as well, as though it was her name. Katsumi didn't understand this but her pussy didn't need to.

Don't even try to tell me you don't want this, bitch. You want my fist around your throat while my big white cock busts your tiny cunt wide open. I'm going to make you bleed. I'm going to choke your when you scream so that nobody hears you. And you're gonna let me. Aren't you bitch? You're gonna beg.

Yes!

Now 'Alexander' was stroking his cock in her face as she knelt there. It was a cock of truly ridiculous proportions. The colouring wasn't quite right either, as Katsumi had never seen a white man's cock up close. He jerked it slowly, letting her fully appreciate its eye watering length and girth, the weight of it in his large hand and the precum leaking from the swollen purple head. His heavy balls hung below it. He towered over her, his image growing and looming in her mind as Katsumi crouched there and worked faster on her pussy, stifling the sobs that threatened to spill from her tightly clenched lips. She must have made him seven feet tall.

Open your mouth slut, let's see how good you are at begging me.

CRASH!

Katsumi sobbed as the bin beside her suddenly exploded with a violent sound that ricocheted around the alley. Katsumi flinched so violently that she almost came. She yanked her small hand from her sodden panties as she raised her head to see Alexander leering down at her. There was lust in his eyes, raw and untempered by any regard for her as a person. It was chilling.

"You forgot something." His voice was cold and even indifferent. It had none of the triumphant mockery in it that Katsumi would have expected, given what he had caught her doing. Katsumi rose and went to retrieve her bag, hoping to walk past him and leave.

Didn't happen. Alexander threw her against the wall and kissed her, his tongue possessively invading her mouth. Katsumi was in such a state that she was simply no match for him. She froze until he crammed his hand into her panties, cupping her tiny sex with his huge hand, grinding his palm into her red hot clit. Katsumi then arched and kissed him back helplessly, moaning into his mouth.

Then his free hand slipped around her throat and squeezed. Katsumi felt pure terror shoot through her, swiftly followed by total euphoric acceptance. She wanted this and if Alexander chose to leave her dead on the litter strewn ground she would die happy. He smeared her own wetness across her face, as though daring her to deny the state he had worked her into without even trying.

"You forgot to wait too. I wasn't finished explaining this to you. This isn't some bull shit emo-thing to me either. I like my life, I like sex, I get plenty more of it than you do... But it's not enough anymore. That is why I watched that video, did you see me jerking off? No. But did I find you jerking your tiny little clit?"

Suddenly his hand tightened, "Well, did I bitch? Yes, yes I fucking did."

Her eyes widened as he choked her, drowning in the sadistic glee that glittered within his own dark gaze. He let her panic for a long moment, before loosening his hold on her throat so she could exhale. He sniffed as she breathed out, his head tilting to the side like she was a kid he had caught with her hand in a cookie jar. He leaned in closer to her, his very proximity making Katsumi visibly tremble.

"What's that, sugar, sweetened food? You ate something. Didn't you?"

It was clear that Alexander took this as evidence that Katsumi's clinical depression and suicidal urges were totally fraudulent. His expression was one of sarcastic accusation. How could she say she wanted to die and then give in and eat like that? He was disappointed too, she realised with a pang that made her feel useless. Any rational person would take her eating something as a positive step. Alexander however, was disappointed that she couldn't even kill herself successfully, that she was weak willed enough to give in to her body's basic requirements like that. And deep down, Katsumi agreed with him.

Alexander dropped her as though she had stung him, stepping back and shrugging. Katsumi was made to feel that she had failed him, that he could no longer see the point of pursuing her. She slid down the wall to her knees, utterly bereft and consumed with self loathing.

He started stepping backwards, away from her. Katsumi suddenly had a consuming urge to crawl desperately after him that she only just managed to suppress.

"I've got class. I'll meet you at my apartment; I'm the care taker at that mansion on twenty-second street. Go down the alley behind the house to the back. The door will be open. Eight-thirty. Don't be late."

His tone brooked no disagreement. It took Katsumi a few seconds to assimilate the face that he wanted to see her again. She had been so convinced that he didn't. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd be there either. Alexander strode from the alley and within moments, Katsumi had rubbed her clit violently and cum hard enough to soak her panties, much harder than she'd ever cum before. She had to strip and leave them in the trash can or they would have soaked through the crotch of her trousers and made her look like she'd wet herself. Walking around with no panties just made her feel like more of a slut, even though only she knew she wasn't wearing any.


She didn't go home. If she had gone home her parents would have found a way to keep her from going out again. Katsumi had sat in a diner with her books, unable to study, just wanting something to look at so she didn't have to make eye contact with anyone. Then she had made the walk to 22nd street.

The mansion was stupidly opulent. Katsumi's jaw dropped as she approached it. She suddenly became convinced that Alexander was playing a prank on her. He probably wanted her to make an idiot of herself in front of whoever lived here. There was a camera staring down from the gated entrance and the whole place looked forbidding to her. She lived in a small apartment above her parents' restaurant. She had never been anywhere near as fancy as this before. Her clothes were rumpled and a little dirty from the alley encounter. Her slender body inside her loose clothing felt gaunt and wholly unattractive. How could a guy like Alexander ever want her?

By the time eight thirty began to roll around though, Katsumi already knew she would risk a little more humiliation than never know if Alexander had been on the level or not. The sun was setting on a cold November day as she switched off her cellphone and followed Alexander's instructions. The door wasn't open because it was too damn cold but it wasn't locked either. Even the apartment looked grand to Katsumi. At eight twenty-nine she bit the bullet and walked in.

When Katsumi finally entered through his back door Alexander had a sudden and strange sensation race through his body. It was time to do what he had been planning and moving toward for the last few weeks. Even schoolwork had seemed trivial and unimportant in the face of finding someway to scratch this itch that was dug deep into his soul. The sound of the door opening and closing signaled the beginning of what would become the end for the little Asian girl who now stared at him from underneath her dark hair. He slowly uncrossed his arms and stretched out his hand, she understood, and placed her backpack in his hand. Carefully he put it inside of the small jacket closet. A much more permanent resting place than the chair, table, or couch. Without a word he carefully began fitting a pair of medical latex gloves over his hands; his eyes not once leaving Katsumi.

"I didn't think you would come," He said as the latex snapped against his skin.

"Fingerprints," He stated as the other glove snapped noisily against his wrist.

Normally he used the gloves when he was working on circuitry or electrical wiring. Just as he finished donning the gloves he saw Katsumi's eyes widen and her heart begin to race as apparently her brain caught up to her ears. Stepping forward Alexander shoved his foot into the back of the door; slamming it shut before she could reach the handle. Then he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back into his chest. Quickly he covered her mouth with his other hand, before reaching for one of his thick socks and stuffing it into her mouth. Then there was the loud sound of duct tape as he tore a strip long enough to wrap around her head three times. Cinching her mouth tightly shut.

As he tore more tape and wrapped it around her limbs, Alexander noticed Kastumi's smell, she smelled dirty and sweaty. There was the slight odor of trash from her experience earlier, and the much stronger taste of salty, disgusting skin, when he finished wrapping her wrists behind her head, and tying her ankles together he carefully laid her down on the floor and stepped away.

He observed her thrashing body until it became still, which wasn't long, and then proceeded to leave before returning with a pair of scissors. He had prepared very thoroughly for this; he even had an extra pair of girls clothing in several different sizes so that he could do just what he did and carefully began snipping off her clothing. When he noticed that she wasn't wearing her panties anymore he ended his silence with a laugh, and then a frown. Something didn't quite look right, but before he could concentrate on figuring out what it was his mind went back to the only question that was really torturing him at that moment. How would he do it? The weeks he had been planning it was always just beyond this point. The preparation was easy, but how would he... end her life?

The plastic bag burned in his pocket, but so did an image of his sharp razor in the medicine closet, and so did the half-used bottle of vicadin pills in the same closet.

After carefully snipping each piece of clothing from her body a dawning realization took control of his body. He knew exactly what was wrong, and without a word he carefully gathered Kastumi in his arms. Taking her directly to the bathroom.

"You stink," He said with a funny looking grin. One that told he wasn't quite telling the whole reason of why she was in the tub. He allowed the water to warm with her in the tub. Then he washed her quickly before shutting off the water and draining the tub; leaving her to shiver within.

Then he reached for shaving cream and a razor. It was painstaking, but he quickly shaved her pubes until she was smooth as a baby. He managed to not cut her once, but the desire was there it wasn't quite as strong as before. That was when he finally decided that the bag was the way to go. It would be the easiest to fuck her with, and the easiest to clean up from. Then after drying Katsumi, he carried her into his bedroom and tossed her onto his bed. Which he had previously covered in plastic wrap. She landed on her back; pinning her hands behind her. Alexander climbed over her and straddled her stomach as he pulled off his shirt. Revealing his slim, but well muscled chest. His long arms, and his broad shoulders. He felt funny with the gloves on, but ignored it as he stood and pulled off his pants, then his boxers. Revealing his cock which glistened with fluid on the head and hung heavily between his legs thanks to his earlier jerking off.

Once again he knelt on her belly. Resting against her midsection.

Carefully and gently he removed the sock in her mouth and tape that held it in.

Then he backed up slowly until his dripping cock was against her newly shaved pussy.

"You're ready," Was all he said, as he pushed inside of her tight fucking pussy.

He was stood there waiting for her. Katsumi had known he would be. There was no surprise in his piercing gaze, just the look of a man who had just been proven right. His eyes held her, so much so that she didn't realise his hands were behind his back until he brought them forwards, snapping on latex gloves. Katsumi's eyes widened further than should have been physically possible, a violent tremor going through her at everything those latex gloves implied.

"Fingerprints." He announced matter-of-factly. It was at that moment that Katsumi managed to see past Alexander's outward calm and realise that pure evil was welling within him; a sadistic, murderous, total amorality that he had wanted to unleash on some poor girl for a long time.

She wheeled round and lunged at the half open door, gasping too hard to make any sound at all. Alexander's broader, taller frame got their first however, slamming the door shut and then pulling her back against him, his huge hand occluding her mouth and nose as a first taste of things to come. Katsumi bucked and struggled but the utter futility of this was immediately made abundantly clear.

The ease with which he overpowered and bound her was truly chilling. Alexander was a tall young man in the peak of physical fitness. Even if Katsumi hadn't been a slim built Asian who was 3 parts starved, she still would have been no match for him. As it was, he ease with which he threw her around was nothing short of comical and when he left the room, she got nowhere in trying to move across the floor in her tight bindings. Alexander returned and then systematically sliced her clothes off. There was no deliberation or hesitation on his part, he was clearly executing some pre-formulated plan. And he said nothing, that chilled Katsumi even more. If he had tried to maintain the pretext of some consensual sex game she might have been reassured but he offered her nothing in the way of explanation, nor did he give her any indication of how far he was going to take this. And for her part she was rendered mute, no more capable of demanding to know what the fuck he thought he was doing than an inflatable doll. Her baggy trousers were eventually sliced open to reveal that she had had to leave her panties in the alley and a chuckle bubbled up within him, shattering his malevolent sneer. Katsumi realised with another pang of terror that Alexander was positively gleeful about having her at his mercy.

As her body was revealed, Katsumi flushed deeply with shame and self-loathing. The long hours in her parents' restaurant had allowed her to maintain a sinewy remnant of muscletone but it just served to make her look even more gaunt. Her cheekbones jutted like razorblades and her breasts were simply non-existent, especially when she was lying on her back. Her skin was delicate and a little loose on her frame, due to her dramatic recent weight-loss. Her ass was simply a bony juncture where her legs met her hips, there was no juicy squeezable flesh there, just the outlines of the base of her spine and hip bone. Her thin chest rose and fell in hard, terrified sobs, each rib easily discernible above the steep drop to her concave stomach. Her mound was prominent upon her pubic bone, a down of black hair cresting it and two vacuum packed and tightly clenched holes nestling below it.

Katsumi was expecting Alexander's lip to curl in revulsion at her pitifully malnourished body but the dark hunger remained in his eyes as he drank in every emaciated inch of her. Then he frowned, an act that made her visibly quake. Alexander took her to the bathroom and dropped her, letting her bony frame clatter painfully into the empty tub as she cried out behind her gag.

He told her she stunk and then washed her perfunctorily, not lingering over her body or groping her. Then Alexander turned his attention to her mound. Katsumi could only watch helplessly as he fetched a razorblade and in the cold wetness of the now empty tub she had to suppress the urge to shiver with cold and fear. When her pussy was bald she looked even more like a child. It disturbed her that Alexander wanted to infantilize her like that. Maybe he was sicker than even she had given him credit for? The woman in the video had been shaved but she had also been well built and curvy, clearly an adult in every respect.

Alexander dried her quickly and took her to his bedroom. Katsumi had been expecting to land on bedclothes or a mattress but her tiny ass hit plastic. He had covered his bed in plastic! She screamed into the gag, rearing up as much as she could before he slammed her back down and mounted her with terrifying ease. She was going to die. He was really going to fucking kill her! Katsumi couldn't believe she had been so stupid and trusting.

That she had been suicidal for months was irrelevant now. This was so far removed from the misery and resentment that filled her daily life as to render it irrelevant. Alexander had no right to take her personal misery and use it as a psychological fleshlight. Katsumi found now that she was here, that she didn't want to die just to get him off. This wasn't how she wanted to go out. She had changed her mind. Alexander was oblivious as he pulled off his clothes, revealing a body that she would have happily worshipped just a few short minutes ago. His cock rested heavily against her legs as he sliced open her ankle restraints and then forced her legs wide apart. His cockhead pushed against her pussy, a hole so slick and aching that it mortified Katsumi. He removed her gag and she cried out as the duct tape was ripped from her face.

"You're ready,"

"No! This is sick! It's insane! You have to stop!"

He was already pushing into her though, his huge cock pushing her lips apart. Despite how wet she was he had to use considerable force to get his swollen cockhead inside her tiny hole. Then it was a case of working himself deeper with short, hard thrusts, inch by inch until he hit her cervix. When Alexander had filled her up however, to the point where her protestations had been reduced to incomprehensible sobs, there were still a few inches of his shaft sticking out of her tiny slit. His powerful body flexed and he pushed again, abetted by gravity. But Katsumi screamed in agony and he gained no ground at all. Her pussy was already being stretched beyond all recognition and it convulsed against the enormous cock wedged inside it, clamping down reflexively and making everything worse.

"No!" Was all she managed to sob, tears streaming from her almond eyes and she shook with the gut churning pain of accommodating him. Her body was doused in a cold sweat and she was descending into shock, her eyes glazing with more than tears, her mind trying to shut down and deny that any of this was happening to her.

The tight fit was painful for Alexander, so he pushed harder to loosen her up. The shriek that came from Katsumi shot through him from the back of his skull to the base of his spine with electric energy. Sparking his muscles into a tense convulsion, heightening the feeling over everything all at once as his cock head tried and failed once again to gain entrance to her tightly cinched shut wound. Finally he relaxed and held still; the muscles in his arms rippling as he held himself high up above the little Asian underneath him. Glancing down he caught a glimpse of the pure unadulterated terror that he had created with all of his actions. Not just the cheap gimmick of latex gloves, but the silence and mask he had tried and managed to succeed in wrapping around his face the entire time. Hiding the brief, but powerfully overwhelming dreadful feeling of doing something that was just plain wrong. Forcing it from his head, and into background noise; working on pure automation when the emotions threatened to stop everything else that he was doing.

It had work. His plan had worked. The pleasure he felt from success was like nothing else in the world.

A deep groan welled from deep within him as he lowered himself toward Katsumi's tear streaked face.

Both of his eyes hungrily sought hers until she was able to calm and look back into his. It was no longer a mask, it didn't have to be. She could see his desire and that was all that was left. Deathly desire, the desire to cause both death and pleasure at the same exact instant. Yes, more than anything he wanted Katsumi to climax, before she died. Perhaps because of the terror she would not see this, but then she would feel it inside of her as he began to pull back slowly. Allowing her propped open pussy to close back in out itself, before he pushed back within; not even letting the head of his cock come anywhere near the cool air between them.

This next thrust was.... Considerate. Painful, but not brutal.

"Katsumi... Look at me... Carefully, don't. DONT. Look away. This is what you wanted, this is why your pussy is wet, this is why you starved yourself all those long months, why you followed me to the gym. This is why you came the second I left you in that alley."

Yes, of course he knew that.

"I'm going to make you feel like a goddess. Then I'm going to take it all away..."

The soft words slipped from his lips like poison as he lowered his mouth to Katsumi's lips. Lightly locking them there and nibbling on the sweaty, straining flesh, try as she might there was no getting away. So Alexander moved gently; sweetly, doing just as he promised. Making her feel good. He licked and nibbled on her throat, around it in circles, finding every little crevice that made her groan, quiver, or tighten upon his thick cock inside of her. Both of his hands. His massive hands, held her tiny-nonexistent breasts and squeezed them further into nothing. Pinching the already erect nipples and twisting them softly at first, but more firmly as time wore on and he felt his balls churning in their sac. The feeling and the way Katsumi reacted quickly registered his objective complete. She was feeling good. Time to move on.

His gentle probing began to become ungentle again. Each time his large cock nudged her cervix he couldn't help but give it a little extra, and now that he was done speaking the frustration at being stopped was beginning to eat away at whatever calm he had managed to collect during that time. His hips shoved, and his flat head hammered against the firmly resisting opening to her womb. Alexander began squeezing her nipples harder; twisting them away from her chest. His teeth began nipping, and than biting her ear. Tugging the soft flesh from her skin and letting it snap from his teeth with streaks of red. Suddenly he could feel her tightening. She was feeling good, really good, and she couldn't help it. He just knew it. The way she acted... Everything.

Suddenly with a ferocious growl he pushed his hips forward.

Something gave. He was in her womb.

With a satisfied snarl he leaned over her slight body; crushing her with his simple mass.

When he returned to his place looking down upon her frightened face there was a crackle of plastic. Alexander slipped the thick, but clear bag over Katsumi's face as he began to really thrust inside of her. Now his entire cock was disappearing inside of her, and a soft bulge was appearing in her lower stomach. Alexander knew he was big, but she was small, which made him huge. With a snort he reached down and pinched her clitoris; leaving the bag open but covering her face. The reaction was instantaneous; she bucked on his cock head exactly where it was, snaring it in a vice that was her womb.

"Goodnight cunt," With both powerful hands he tightened his hands around the plastic.

"If I don't use my hands..." Alexander breathed deeply, as mockingly as he could, and continued to drag his cock through her clamping insides. "There won't be any bruises... On your neck."

He paused and stared down at her, admiring his handiwork. Katsumi shook on his motionless cock, her tear glazed eyes still begging for mercy. He groaned and brought his face downwards, calm and indifferent in comparison to her wet eyes and cheeks, her shaky sobbed breaths, her terror. She clamped her lips shut, determined not to kiss him, if that was his intention. He stared at her and pulled back, watching with relish as she tried to brace herself for yet another savage thrust. To her surprise it was... controlled... marginally more tolerable.

"Katsumi... Look at me... Carefully, don't. DONT. Look away. This is what you wanted, this is why your pussy is wet, this is why you starved yourself all those long months, why you followed me to the gym. This is why you came the second I left you in that alley."

Despite everything he was inflicting on her Katsumi still blushed scarlet, grimacing at the shame of what she had done. She held his gaze through the fear of what he would do to her if she didn't. Alexander was still beautiful, even when he was sneering or laughing at her. It was sick.

"Doesn't fucking matter!" She gasped. "You don't have the right to do this."

His face gave not the merest flicker to indicate that he had heard her speak. He continued as though she had not. Even Katsumi began to wonder if she had spoken aloud or merely inside her own head. Lines were becoming blurred. He was destroying her from the inside out.

"I'm going to make you feel like a goddess. Then I'm going to take it all away..."

She shook her head, crying anew and plaintively. Alexander silenced her with a kiss, claiming her mouth despite the fact she did nothing to reciprocate. He kissed and nibbled her neck, her jaw, the sensitive skin behind her ears. She found herself moistening and tightening for him, no matter how much she didn't want this. He pulled and teased her tiny tits, sending entirely new sensations shooting through her. His cock barely moved within her. Alexander elicited small movements from Katsumi that were gentle enough to cause her pussy pleasure. It all built and spiralled until she became sure that she would cum for him... for her rapist. Eventually Katsumi gave a loud moan and moved her hips towards him, thrusting gently onto his cock as her slight body arched and quivered.

Immediately everything changed. Alexander began slamming into her, punching her cervix as though it had insulted his mother, again and again and again. Katsumi could only cry out and beg him to stop but it all fell on deaf ears. His fingers twisted her tits viciously, as though he wanted to pluck them from her body and toss them aside. Katsumi's expression was one of utter betrayal. She could only watch helplessly as Alexander's gaze darkened, becoming ever more feral and contemptuous. His teeth sank into her shoulder and Katsumi clamped reflexively on his cock, coating it in molten juice. She realised with a burst of utter self loathing that she was on the brink of orgasm.

He snarled, biting her bone deep. Alexander thrust again but this time it was different. He cast aside his iron control and literally slammed into her with every ounce of his strength. Something deep within Katsumi tore but she was barely aware of it. She screamed loud and hard enough to ruin her voice, spurting bloody juice from around the base of Alexander's cock as her pussy went into meltdown and convulsions rocked her bound body.

She was still screaming after the orgasm had subsided; pitiful, ragged, broken sounds that punctuated Alexander's thrusts into her maimed hole. Eventually he stopped, leaning over her for something, pinning her through the hips with his superior weight. She heard the plastic crackle. Katumi flinched hard, as though he had punched her. She shook her head vigorously, trying to find her voice but within moments his huge hands were holding the plastic in place, suffocating her. He pinched her clit and she bucked helplessly, gasping and wasting her precious reserve of air.

"Goodnight cunt,"

Her eyes widened but Katsumi could do nothing except lie there. Her body began to convulse, her eyes swimming as the world faded.

"If I don't use my hands... There won't be any bruises... On your neck."

His tone was mocking, his face alight with triumph as he watched her go. Katsumi found in her last moment that she really didn't care that she was dying. What pained her was the manner of her passing. Here on the brink of life and death she realised that none of it mattered. As the euphoria of asphyxia hit, her face lit with a crazed smile as she embraced her fate.

The smile was truly the only thing that saved Katsumi's life. Alexander had just experienced the most powerful orgasm in his life, just as she had begun to tremble like a leaf a wash of absolute godly pleasure had washed over his entire massive frame. It froze everything. His muscles stood on end. His fingers wrapped about her throat, his toes in the plastic bed, his hips locked in a forward thrust, and his cock swelled to the largest it had ever become. Nothing tightened, nothing loosened, it just froze as a feeling of control that must have been what deity's felt when they decided to create or destroy one of their creations. He shot into this high and did not plan on coming down as the body beneath him began to subside in movement, in life, in feeling, in breathing, in thinking... In the essence of being.

Then she smiled.

Alexander gasped and filled his large lungs as Kastumi tried one last time and was consumed by darkness. He watched; his eyes sparkling magically as she died right in front of his face. Died... Killed... Murdered. The word frightened Alexander and he suddenly let go, and recoiled. A groan broke his lips, further breaking the trance that euphoria had held him in for so long. The groan came from her tight pussy trying desperately to hold onto his swollen cock. He looked down and saw the blood.

"Shit," Had he really killed her?

Quickly he leaned forward and removed the plastic bag. He listened for a breath and there wasn't one. Eyes narrowing, he felt for a pulse, and there was one. Should he... Let her... Die?

She looked so peaceful lying there without a care in world. The remains of a smile gracing her sharp and thin, but still pretty face. Strangely the 'nice guy' feelings of guilt or 'love' were not what Alexander felt. He was actually... Angry. She was gone, and he would probably never be able to find that feeling ever again. He would never be allowed to kill anyone, hell, he would probably soon be locked behind bars for the rest of his life. Fuck that. It was control that he wanted and Katsumi was not going to get away that easily. Not yet anyways. Leaning over he placed his lips on hers, and blew. Thankfully it only took one breath before she took a deep breath, and immediately began to steadily breath. She did not wake up yet though. Her body was still probably trying to recover, Alexander thought, and he suddenly realized something else. This was probably the worst thing he could probably do to Katsumi; once she woke up she would still be alive. He was just prolonging her agony... The thought made him, smile.

Now he was the one smiling as a plan rapidly began to form inside of his mind.

He would take control of Katsumi. She would be his. He would kill her whenever he wanted, and always bring her back. There was no way she would go to anyone else; they would just tell her family, or report her to a school counselor. Sure, she might kill herself, but if she had been willing to do that she would be dead along time ago. There was no way out for her. Not anymore. It was perfect. They were perfect. She needed someone to take control of her, and he needed someone to play God with, well, now was the time. Leaning over once again, he kissed her gently on the lips and whispered to her soundly sleeping face.

"You're mine now Katsumi. I am your god, and you will worship me forever."

Alexander then went to clean up everything that he could; including Katsumi's bloody pussy. That was the only thing that really worried him, and he did debate taking her to the doctors, but after cleaning off the entrance several times the bleeding had stopped so he figured it was not too bad. Once the bleeding stopped he dressed her in a sheer white nightie, leaving panties for later, and then he covered her in the bed with the thick comforter and waited. Well, not really. He actually went to his work area where he watched the video he had recorded of the entire event once they had got to the bed. It made him hard almost instantly, as he remembered the feeling of absolute control he had over her thin little body.

The only precaution Alexander had taken against Katsumi leaving, was locking the dead bolt on the inside of the door. Other then that he was counting on hearing her waking up, so he waited and rewatched the video a few times before getting to some home work. His mind was sort of a mess as he tried to figure out exactly he was going to pull off this whole God thing. In the end he decided that something would come to him once Katsumi woke up, and he was able to talk to her. So when he heard her stirring he entered the bedroom and watched; dressed in a warm robe he hardly looked like the monster he had turned into the night before. However, she looked like just the same innocent angel that she had been the night before. The mere thought sent Alexander's balls churning, and he licked his lips just as her eyes fluttered open.

"Welcome back. Katsumi."

There was a moment before Katsumi opened her eyes when there was no pain, only a calm stillness. She must have been holding her breath, because to her it seemed that she no longer needed to breathe at all. She felt light, warm and comfortable. There was light beyond her eyelids. Katsumi thought she was dead.

Then she inhaled.

Cool air scraped over her dry throat, raw from screaming. A pounding headache throbbed and put her skull in a vice. She shifted slightly and found that every slight movement caused her pain, as though she'd been battered from head to foot. Her pussy was in terrible pain. It was swollen and pulsing in time to her accelerating heartbeat.

Images fell through her mind of Alexander turning on her, trying her up and raping her. She saw the plastic descend over her face again and arched upwards with a cry, her eyes finally opening. She was in a strange room, hisroom. She was in his bed.

He hadn't killed her.

Fucking bastard.

She lifted the comforter and regarded her thin body speculatively. Bruises were blossoming on virtually every inch of her exposed skin. There were nail gouges and scratches from where he had gripped and flung her around, held her down. The white nightie seemed to mock her, draping her in a vestige of the innocence that she no longer possessed. Whether he had intended her to die or not, the fact he had put her in a nightie, dressed her cuts and covered her meant that Alexander now wanted her to live.

Alexander!

Where was he? How could she get away from him?

"Welcome back. Katsumi."

It was as though her internal monologue had been open to him and he had chosen his moment to interject. Katsumi dropped the comforter and dragged her eyes up from her ravaged body. He looked completely at ease, as though nothing of consequence had happened between them. That he could act so casual around her simply chilled Katsumi to the bone. She scrambled out of the bed, her skin still adhering to plastic in places, having to be pulled off of it. Her feet hit the floor and she backed away from him reflexively, her eyes casting around the room in frantic terror.

"Where are my clothes?

He didn't reply. In fact, Alexander gave no indication that he had heard her speak. Katsumi's fear sparked nothing but mild amusement in his expression.

Alexander was clearly unhinged. Sociopathic.

Fuck the clothes. Katsumi bolted for the door and tried to open it, tugging feebly with what amounted to all her strength. She could hear him behind her and swung around, her back to the door now.

"Let me go! You had your fucking fun now let me out of here!"

He was laughing at her. Blind rage eclipsed Katsumi's fright and she lashed out with a clenched fist, bracing against the door and bringing no small amount of force down through her right shoulder and square into his genitals. She wanted him incapacitated and most importantly, unable to fuck her again. Alexander doubled over and went down. Katsumi shoved past him and ran into the first room she came to. It was the kitchen and Katsumi climbed up onto a countertop to open a window. Within moments she was outside and running barefoot around the side of the apartment. She was weak, hungry and in pain but for now pure adrenaline made her feet fly.

It took Alexander quite a long fucking time before he could stand without needing to puke all over everything, and even longer before he could walk, let alone jog, without feeling the need to hurl out his stomach and inner lining. He figured she'd be long gone before he was able to get after her, and the whole time he was rolling on the ground he was thinking of how the hell he was going to leave without getting caught. Then the fence alarm sounded, and he gave a barking laugh. Katsumi had excited the apartment on the inside of the massive grounds of the mansion that it was attached too, and their was only three ways out of the grounds. Through his apartment, the main gates, and a little utility gate along one of the fences. Only they were all locked, and while climbing the fifteen foot fences was not impossible, it was impossible to do so without setting off the fifty-billion or so alarm/detection services that the rich, crazy old bastard had put on this place. Feebly, Alexander rose to his feet, and winced his way into the computer room where a plethora of monitors showed him just where someone was trying to climb the fence. Normally it was to get in, not out.

He smirked as her tiny frame began to very slowly make it's way up the ivy wound stainless steel fence. With a grunt, he bounded to the back door, and opened it. By the time he was halfway to location that Katsumi was climbing his nuts were just sore. No longer were they throbbing, but he did know they would be tender as hell for days, at least!

He stopped his jog around thirty feet from the fence line and called out, "Katsumi! Stop!"

She looked at him like a frightened rabbit.

"Look you said... I might have gotten carried away, a little bit, but can't we just talk about this? I promise I won't do anything right now, nothing that will hurt you... But... If you don't come down, I'll..." He finished in a whisper, "Have to come get you."

As she tried to decide what to do, Alexander prepared himself for a leap, she wasn't that far up yet and he was quite tall. Perhaps one foothold, and then he would be able to launch himself into the air, wrap his powerful arms around her small body, and pull her down to the ground on top of him. He was quite sure that unless she found herself in a position to nut tap him again, he would be able to capture her quickly once they'd both recovered from the fall. But Alexander really did not want to do that. He was hoping she'd just come down... As 'experienced' as he seemed with this, it was brand new to him too, and perhaps he had gotten a little carried away... Still, in the end...

"Wasn't that what you wanted?"

Wasn't that what she wanted?

Alexander actually seemed to be making a serious enquiry. And as for getting 'a little carried away,' it was a minor miracle - or curse depending on your perspective - that Katsumi hadn't been 'carried away' in a bodybag.

She hesitated on the fence, her slim body wavering. Katsumi's feet were bleeding and clinging to the fence was making her feel like her fingers and toes would fall off.

"I wanted to be dead."

Her voice was still hoarse and exertion robbed her of the strength to shout down to him. Katsumi rasped the words quietly and went right on climbing.

The next thing she knew, Alexander's big hands flew around her waist and brought her down, falling with him onto the concrete floor. He cushioned her landing for the most part and was lying on his back, winded, as she scrambled off of him and got shakily to her feet. Katsumi had expended her meagre reserves however and wobbled like a newborn foal before dropping to her knees. All she could do was crawl away, to put distance between them, to resist somehow.

She stopped, admitting defeat maybe ten feet out of his reach and they regarded one another. Katsumi didn't even have the strength for tears. Her eyes were red and her throat constricted but that was as far as it went. Alexander was recovering however, corded muscles flexing powerfully as he finally hauled air into his lungs, fuelling his well nourished and gym honed physique. Katsumi's almond eyes widened and her body shook with terror... well, it tried to shake. What it managed was a pitiful shiver, erratic and accompanied by a cold sweat that rendered her sheer white nightie transparent. She had punched him in the nuts. Despite his apparent concern for whether she had experience what she set out to with him, Katsumi knew that he was going to be repercussions for hurting him. But he had asked her the question now, so he was going to get an answer.

"This was not a game for you... a roleplay." She said quietly, lowering her eyes and avoiding his gaze, on reflex rather than through conscious choice. "You were not acting. You genuinely wanted to kill me because my death would actually get your rocks off. You are capable of killing me... of getting away with it and living with yourself afterwards. You are... sociopathic."

Katsumi could not make herself look up and see what effect her words were having on Alexander. Now she had started however, she pressed on.

"I wanted to be dead... but I'm still fucking here. So I can't trust you to kill me and... I don't want to be the mouse you bite and claw at till it plays dead... or release and give hope to only to pounce on it again." Her voice began to waver now, through fear as much as distress.

"So I can't go through this again with you, Alexander."

"This isn't what I wanted."

As air slowly began to refill Alexander's large lungs and revitalize his powerful limbs he listened carefully to everything Katsumi had to say. He felt it was important that he knew what she was feeling even if it was just so that he could fuck with her even more. The more of her emotions and thoughts that she gave him privy to the easier it would be to not only fuck with her, but terrorize her, pleasure her, capture her, and in the end control her in entirety. He liked the analogy of mouse and cat, because that was exactly what this was about to become. Though he most certainly would not be giving her nearly as much freedom as a cat gave a mouse, because if she tried. Really tried hard, he would be done for. There wasn't a cop or judge in the world that would take his word over the word of a pretty, half-starved, bruised & beaten little girl. Especially one as hauntingly pretty as Katsumi.

"I wanted to be dead... but I'm still fucking here. So I can't trust you to kill me and... I don't want to be the mouse you bite and claw at till it plays dead... or release and give hope to only to pounce on it again."

There was a slight flaw in Katsumi's logic, one that Alexander was eager to point out, but for the time he focused on getting to his feet and crossing the short amount of perfectly clipped and cut grass until he was standing over her. Looming imposingly and casting a long shadow across her tiny frame. Looking down at her face that would not return his gaze no matter what it seemed. As she began to tremble he knelt at her side and placed a hand against her stomach. The shock of his touch alone enough to jerk her body in fright. Finally she met his gaze as she finished her words.

"So I can't go through this again with you, Alexander."

He smirked down into her eyes. Yes, you can. And you will.

"This isn't what I wanted."

Leaning down carefully Alexander slipped both of his powerful arms underneath her tiny frame, and lifted her off the grass until he was standing at his full height. Using his shoulder, he bumped her head up so that she was forced to look back at him. He waited until Katsumi was staring into his eyes, not just simply looking into them. Once he was sure that he had her full, undivided, and uncomplicated attention he did two simple things. Leaning over he brushed his lips against hers, still holding her gaze. Then he whispered soft words carefully into her ear.

"You don't know what the fuck you want Katsumi. You never have. You thought you wanted to kill yourself, but you never did. You thought you wanted me to kill you, but you were afraid because I was too real? What kind of bologna bullshit is that?" Shifting her body into a more comfortable position he carefully began walking back towards his apartment. Every step, and every word feeding fire to the fuel of anger inside of him. "You think after all of that I can just let you go? You think after fucking you like that, and doing those things to you I can just let you leave. Do you really think I'm dumb enough to just let you go, get away scott free after you nearly popped my balls? Haha, damn you must be the dumbest Asian I've ever met."

As he entered the house, he went straight for the bed, and gave her a little toss onto the center. The plastic crackled, and he sneered at her as he went over to the camcorder he had stored to record their whole nights debauchery. He held it up, and gave it a little wiggle.

"Of course none of this really matters, now that I have this."

The fright in her eyes would have given him a boner, if he had not so recently been punched in the nuts.

Awkwardly he scratched them, "You're mine Katsumi. I'm not sure when I'm going to kill you, but I am going to kill you... I've always," Alexander sighed, and then smirked a devilish little grin. "Grown bored with things. Girls, are no exception. You, are no exception. In fact, you are not an exception to anything except for being hopelessly lost, and now hopelessly trapped. Just to prove that to you... You're going to get me hard, and give me a blowjob before I drive you back to your boring ass life. That way the next time I see you, i don't just simply go and cunt punch you into the next century."

Closing on her quickly, but not as quickly as he'd moved earlier. Alexander simply straddled Katsumi's weak frame; pinning her arms against her side with his powerful legs and using his hands to brush her hair out of the way while removing his cock. Placing the limp, but large piece of flesh against her lips he carefully situated his hand around her slender face, so that just in case she thought her life was worthless and tried to bite his dick. It wasn't a real fear though, knowing he had the video probably had her quite scared to try any sort of aggressive tactic. That last nut shut would probably be her last gasp, for a little while anyways.

If he had given her freedom and told her to suck him Katsumi would have tried to refuse. It would have ended like this however, with him pinning and forcing her. Katsumi's mind was reeling with shock, unable to process what Alexander had said so calmly. He was going to kill her. When she became boring he was going to kill her. She didn't really believe that he was going to let her go home. If he did, the first thing she was going to do would be to call the police. Even if he had videotaped the whole thing, nobody could say she had consented or enjoyed herself.

Could they?

Fevered memories rose into her mind of that one moment when she had capitulated to his assault on her senses, moaning and meeting his gentle thrust with her hips. Would that be enough to implicate her in all of this?

Surely not.

Even if his defence was that she had consented, there was no way that what he had done to her was consensual. That he was experienced enough with coercion and rape to make her body betray itself for a few brief moments, well that should just count against him all the more!

What if he had raped before?

What if he had killed before?

Her attention was called forcibly back to Alexander's cock. He crammed it into her tiny mouth, filling it with pungent, swelling flesh. She couldn't believe he was capable of getting an erection again already.

Tears spilled sideways from her eye-corners as Katsumi reluctantly started sucking his cock. Within moments, Alexander's huge length was pressing against her gag reflex, making her retch onto him a little. He had her trapped beneath him, giving him total control of how deep he went. Once she had started, Katsumi decided to try her best to make him cum as soon as possible. The suggestion that he would take her home was a powerful motivator and if he was sincere, Katsumi didn't want Alexander to have time to change his mind. She had never sucked a cock before. She tried her best but Katsumi was terrified of hurting him further, which made her ministrations to his cock hesitant and gentle at best, reluctant and boring at worst.