SomewhatPsycho
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It's filthy weather. Torrential rain that keeps people off the streets, that reduces visibility and that washes evidence away. A freezing downpour that aided by the wind falls at a 45 degree angle. City rain that tastes like grit.
My quarry is walking briskly towards home, hunched over in a hooded parka that's ridiculously oversized on her body. All I can see is the rear view but I know this girl. I know how she walks, what she wears, where she goes and who she sees. She's become of increasing interest to me and I have done my homework. She however is completely unaware of the danger she's about to find herself in. I toss a fag butt into a drain and smack the glass in the driver side window of a black, featureless transit van, before diving into the back. It's time.
We catch the girl up and on Jake's signal I slide open the side door, leaning my six foot, three inch frame out over the pavement, my unruly mop of rain sodden black hair blowing back as my leather clad torso bears down on my oblivious victim, arms outstretched like some kind of fucked up angel of death.
Which is what I am.
I snatch the girl off the street and toss her into the van, flinging her hard into the metal wall to stun her, knowing her heavy coat will muffle the inevitable clanging noise. I don't want her fighting or screaming until I've got the van closed. Her parka aids me in this, the oversized coat tangling her up and disorienting her. By the time she's scrambling to her knees and filling her lungs I'm ready. I flip her onto her back, making sure to knock the wind out of her and sit down hard on her legs. Then when she gasps I stuff her mouth full of cloth and duct tape it shut.
I smile down at her. A great wide victorious shit eating grin edged with malevolence.
Then I back hand her hard across her taped up face. Watching the pain and shock go through her. Her eyes water and streak her make-up. Now is not the time to fuck this little bitch up however. My dick twitches into a semi and I know she's aware of it. Let her stew. Let her see that it's her suffering that arouses me, far more than her hot little body ever will.
She lifts her hands and it might have been a placatory gesture but I don't give enough of a fuck to find out. My fist shoots out and closes around her throat. I lean down to speak slowly and clearly right into her face - as it turns purple.
"Lets get a few things straight, poppet. I'm much bigger and stronger than you and I'm far more of a cunt. You make too much noise, resist when it's futile or otherwise fuck with my gameplan and I will take great pleasure in making you wish you hadn't. All will become clear when I'm good and ready. So for right now you have two choices: Take your coat off and let me tie your hands and wrists... or put up a pointless fight and get stripped and hogtied. Your call."
I ease my weight off of her and watch her carefully.
My quarry is walking briskly towards home, hunched over in a hooded parka that's ridiculously oversized on her body. All I can see is the rear view but I know this girl. I know how she walks, what she wears, where she goes and who she sees. She's become of increasing interest to me and I have done my homework. She however is completely unaware of the danger she's about to find herself in. I toss a fag butt into a drain and smack the glass in the driver side window of a black, featureless transit van, before diving into the back. It's time.
We catch the girl up and on Jake's signal I slide open the side door, leaning my six foot, three inch frame out over the pavement, my unruly mop of rain sodden black hair blowing back as my leather clad torso bears down on my oblivious victim, arms outstretched like some kind of fucked up angel of death.
Which is what I am.
I snatch the girl off the street and toss her into the van, flinging her hard into the metal wall to stun her, knowing her heavy coat will muffle the inevitable clanging noise. I don't want her fighting or screaming until I've got the van closed. Her parka aids me in this, the oversized coat tangling her up and disorienting her. By the time she's scrambling to her knees and filling her lungs I'm ready. I flip her onto her back, making sure to knock the wind out of her and sit down hard on her legs. Then when she gasps I stuff her mouth full of cloth and duct tape it shut.
I smile down at her. A great wide victorious shit eating grin edged with malevolence.
Then I back hand her hard across her taped up face. Watching the pain and shock go through her. Her eyes water and streak her make-up. Now is not the time to fuck this little bitch up however. My dick twitches into a semi and I know she's aware of it. Let her stew. Let her see that it's her suffering that arouses me, far more than her hot little body ever will.
She lifts her hands and it might have been a placatory gesture but I don't give enough of a fuck to find out. My fist shoots out and closes around her throat. I lean down to speak slowly and clearly right into her face - as it turns purple.
"Lets get a few things straight, poppet. I'm much bigger and stronger than you and I'm far more of a cunt. You make too much noise, resist when it's futile or otherwise fuck with my gameplan and I will take great pleasure in making you wish you hadn't. All will become clear when I'm good and ready. So for right now you have two choices: Take your coat off and let me tie your hands and wrists... or put up a pointless fight and get stripped and hogtied. Your call."
I ease my weight off of her and watch her carefully.
