OOC: This is closed for the above, but I hope you all enjoy reading this. This will be a story about a man who finds a runaway, a very bad man, and keeps her all to himself. There will be rough sex and some cum humiliation, and some pissing involved as well, so read if you dare *insert evil laugh here*
Description of the bad man: He is pretty much only in his mid-twenties. He has jet black hair and piercing greeen eyes. His mouth is always curved in an upturn little smirk on his face. He walked around the town with a large overcoat on, something like a trenchcoat but a bit lighter. He has a black hat that resembles a cowboy hat, but not quite. No one really knows about the man or his past, but maybe the woman that comes into his life this night may learn more than anyone ever would want to know.
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IC: The bad dude was walking around town one dark, dank night. He had his syringe handy on him and spun it around in his fingers as his boots made the same monotone 'click-clack' sound on the pavement. There were many people around, and he didn't like that...all because of the stares he would get from them. Those stares are what made him so angry most of the time, and he coudln't help but to feel this constant anger flowing through his veins whenever he went out. He neeeded to release some stress, and he needed to do it before he went insane.
He came up to an alleyway and snuck into it like a shadow in the night. He sat there and waited, looking and lurking for any hot little number to come his way. He had done this many times in the past, but none of his little victims were ever the same again. Good thing no one knew where he lived, for if anyone entered his house, they would find about ten or fifteen women walking around naked, their minds compltely blank and reprogrammed to only do their duty. They had a happy life now, and they would forever.
The bad man had no name, he had no face really, just a bat in the shadows and a devil in teh streets. No one questioned him or said hi because of how he carried himself, but if anyone got to know him, if anyone dared to be brave enough to survive his horror and not have their mind wiped out, they would find out how kind the man could be. The handsome man was just lonely, he always had been since he moved away from his home. He didn't understand why he was an outcast...but the fact that he was a mute...not deaf, just a mute probably didn't help his disposition.
Description of the bad man: He is pretty much only in his mid-twenties. He has jet black hair and piercing greeen eyes. His mouth is always curved in an upturn little smirk on his face. He walked around the town with a large overcoat on, something like a trenchcoat but a bit lighter. He has a black hat that resembles a cowboy hat, but not quite. No one really knows about the man or his past, but maybe the woman that comes into his life this night may learn more than anyone ever would want to know.
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IC: The bad dude was walking around town one dark, dank night. He had his syringe handy on him and spun it around in his fingers as his boots made the same monotone 'click-clack' sound on the pavement. There were many people around, and he didn't like that...all because of the stares he would get from them. Those stares are what made him so angry most of the time, and he coudln't help but to feel this constant anger flowing through his veins whenever he went out. He neeeded to release some stress, and he needed to do it before he went insane.
He came up to an alleyway and snuck into it like a shadow in the night. He sat there and waited, looking and lurking for any hot little number to come his way. He had done this many times in the past, but none of his little victims were ever the same again. Good thing no one knew where he lived, for if anyone entered his house, they would find about ten or fifteen women walking around naked, their minds compltely blank and reprogrammed to only do their duty. They had a happy life now, and they would forever.
The bad man had no name, he had no face really, just a bat in the shadows and a devil in teh streets. No one questioned him or said hi because of how he carried himself, but if anyone got to know him, if anyone dared to be brave enough to survive his horror and not have their mind wiped out, they would find out how kind the man could be. The handsome man was just lonely, he always had been since he moved away from his home. He didn't understand why he was an outcast...but the fact that he was a mute...not deaf, just a mute probably didn't help his disposition.
