He wished he could have let her go, but his passion controled him to much. The room he went in was a bit smaller and had a small window, opening to the back of the house. They would be undisturbed her for sure. He pushed her belly down to the ground, but pulled her tied wrists downwards, so that she was lying on her arms, her hands pointing to her feed. He put his foot at te strap of her bra, to hold her, while he grabbed her hip and pushed it forward, hoping to get her into a kneeling, face.to-the-ground position.
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Finally, Vernon was back in his old, loneley room. The last adventure had brought some short relief to him, but although pain and guilt again. He wondered how it would be to be free, better dead then living like that.
"If you can call it living at all..." he fell back into that deadlike sleep again.
"If you can call it living at all..." he fell back into that deadlike sleep again.
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Madeline had no choice but to sit the moss colored chair, and wait. Her whole had been ruined by the only way her father could have ruined, by dying. Luckily he hadn't passed the burden of taking care of it onto her mom or herself, but left a will. She doubted anything exciting or life changing was in it, especially for such a harsh man. She was more inclined to believe a bomb would explode before he would give her anything useful or an apology for all the years he left without a word of comfort, leaving her mothers and her own on the edge. Bored, the twenty years old picked at the paste that held the lawyers desk together. This action chipped the black nailpolish off her nails and pepper the square tile flooring. Watching her hands as the wood glue came off, she couldn't help but think it was just her father's taste; cheap. Settling for something more substantial to placate her nerves she drummed her fingers on the desk.
"Mrs. Clummit" was the first thing that came out of the lawyer's mouth as soon as he walked into the office. The door behind him reminded her highschool t.v. shows, where it had a wood frame and textured glass that read Tim Barnes across in bold black letter.
He continued with something that made her insides burn. "I am so sorry for your lose."
"You make money on people's death."
"Awe, I see that is how you want to be so here you go, don't waste your time or anything on your dead father."
In his hand was a key and note that simply stated a bank and a safety deposit box number.
"The deposit box is yours for life, all paid for."
"Thanks." was her only reply, hoping that it would have ended here, in this office. A feeling washed through her, one that said this was going to be a wild goose chase to no end- that, or a very disappointing end.
The first thing Madeline did when she left the lawyers office was dial her mom and set the receiver on her shoulder to fish out the keys to her car.
"How'd it go Maddie?" Her mom answer and Madeline dropped her keys into the snow, she bent down to pick them up only to have everything else spill out of her purse.
"Oh god damn it." she mumbled into the phone, trying to scoop everything back into her purse, not caring that snow was going along into it.
"That bad?" she inquired softly. "No." Madeline answered. "Everything just spilled out of my purse-" she took a deep breath, the cool hair drying her throat instantly. "He left me a key to a safety deposit box, which probably have another key-it's just like the time he emailed me, it's all a big game to him, even after he's dead."
"I'm sorry Maddie." her mom said, and she was only person who seemed to mean it. She felt bad for her, her mom and actually fell in love with the con-artist. "It's okay mom, don't worry about, I got the whole will thing under control and if anything else comes up useful, you know I will let you know."
"Thanks sweetheart."
"It's no problem." Madeline was at her car, looking at herself in the windows. Her brown hair was frizzed from her blue winter coats hood, and with no makeup her face was washed out of color except her frost bit cheeks. In the reflection something flickered behind her, and it set her heart racing with fear. Flipping around she saw nothing but the green Element parked next to her, it's hood and top covered in powdery snow.
"Well," her mom said. "I'll let you go, have a good night. I love you!"
"Love you too, mom."
Parking outside the bank she debated on whether or not she wanted to go through with the entire thing. One thing was for sure, she couldn't get it off her mind, and the fact was she wouldn't be able to stay away even if the note had told her what she was thinking: that this was all a game, something...
"Hello, how may I help you?"
Maddie shrugged off her coat, not carrying she had opted to go without a bra since her jacket was bulky enough to cover it. Inside the bank seemed extremely hot.
"My- Dad left this key for me."
"Oh I see, okay. What's your name?"
"Madeline Climmit."
"Yup there you are! May I see some I.D? You'll also have to sign here." She handed her the check in list and Maddie exchanged it for her I.D., small pieces of ice still attached to the edge of it's holder. "Perfect! Go ahead and follow me." the woman escorted her down the hall into a large room that made her think of the movie Ocean's Eleven, and it was all ready open. The attendant took out her key, and asked her to turn hers at the same time she did. It opened the box just a slight amount and she bade her privacy.
Maddie took a deep breath, and opened it.
At first, she thought of laughing, and mostly at herself. She should have known better, once scum always scum. Inside was an old key, rusted and looking like a prop from Dracula. Pissed off she slammed the box, and another lady quickly scurried in, a sour look on her face.
"I supposed you are ready to go?"
"Yea I'm ready."
They repeated the same ritual of the keys and she left to go home and do what she normally did on her day's off, watch Netflix, eat, hot bath, and read.
"Mrs. Clummit" was the first thing that came out of the lawyer's mouth as soon as he walked into the office. The door behind him reminded her highschool t.v. shows, where it had a wood frame and textured glass that read Tim Barnes across in bold black letter.
He continued with something that made her insides burn. "I am so sorry for your lose."
"You make money on people's death."
"Awe, I see that is how you want to be so here you go, don't waste your time or anything on your dead father."
In his hand was a key and note that simply stated a bank and a safety deposit box number.
"The deposit box is yours for life, all paid for."
"Thanks." was her only reply, hoping that it would have ended here, in this office. A feeling washed through her, one that said this was going to be a wild goose chase to no end- that, or a very disappointing end.
The first thing Madeline did when she left the lawyers office was dial her mom and set the receiver on her shoulder to fish out the keys to her car.
"How'd it go Maddie?" Her mom answer and Madeline dropped her keys into the snow, she bent down to pick them up only to have everything else spill out of her purse.
"Oh god damn it." she mumbled into the phone, trying to scoop everything back into her purse, not caring that snow was going along into it.
"That bad?" she inquired softly. "No." Madeline answered. "Everything just spilled out of my purse-" she took a deep breath, the cool hair drying her throat instantly. "He left me a key to a safety deposit box, which probably have another key-it's just like the time he emailed me, it's all a big game to him, even after he's dead."
"I'm sorry Maddie." her mom said, and she was only person who seemed to mean it. She felt bad for her, her mom and actually fell in love with the con-artist. "It's okay mom, don't worry about, I got the whole will thing under control and if anything else comes up useful, you know I will let you know."
"Thanks sweetheart."
"It's no problem." Madeline was at her car, looking at herself in the windows. Her brown hair was frizzed from her blue winter coats hood, and with no makeup her face was washed out of color except her frost bit cheeks. In the reflection something flickered behind her, and it set her heart racing with fear. Flipping around she saw nothing but the green Element parked next to her, it's hood and top covered in powdery snow.
"Well," her mom said. "I'll let you go, have a good night. I love you!"
"Love you too, mom."
Parking outside the bank she debated on whether or not she wanted to go through with the entire thing. One thing was for sure, she couldn't get it off her mind, and the fact was she wouldn't be able to stay away even if the note had told her what she was thinking: that this was all a game, something...
"Hello, how may I help you?"
Maddie shrugged off her coat, not carrying she had opted to go without a bra since her jacket was bulky enough to cover it. Inside the bank seemed extremely hot.
"My- Dad left this key for me."
"Oh I see, okay. What's your name?"
"Madeline Climmit."
"Yup there you are! May I see some I.D? You'll also have to sign here." She handed her the check in list and Maddie exchanged it for her I.D., small pieces of ice still attached to the edge of it's holder. "Perfect! Go ahead and follow me." the woman escorted her down the hall into a large room that made her think of the movie Ocean's Eleven, and it was all ready open. The attendant took out her key, and asked her to turn hers at the same time she did. It opened the box just a slight amount and she bade her privacy.
Maddie took a deep breath, and opened it.
At first, she thought of laughing, and mostly at herself. She should have known better, once scum always scum. Inside was an old key, rusted and looking like a prop from Dracula. Pissed off she slammed the box, and another lady quickly scurried in, a sour look on her face.
"I supposed you are ready to go?"
"Yea I'm ready."
They repeated the same ritual of the keys and she left to go home and do what she normally did on her day's off, watch Netflix, eat, hot bath, and read.
Once again, Vernon awoke. The key had been touched, and activated his longing once more. Slowly her rose, and walked out on the streets again. Snow was falling, but that did not concern him. It even kept some people from the streets away in the night, and the few still around would pay no attention to him. He was lucky to be al alone in the dark streets as he kept walking. Somewhere late in night, he stopped before a bank. The key was in there, he knew, but not a person close. The bank was shut, overnight. He stood out there in the snow and thought what did happen. It wasn't that difficult to guess. The woman who got in possesion of the key kept it in the bank, locked in some deposit box. That was strange. Who would keep an old rusted key in a deposit box?
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Melanie couldn't sleep, dread filled her dreams with fog filled rooms, chains, brick. It frightened her to the point she was sweating, and after it woke her up the first thing her eyes laid on was the key to the deposit box.
She steadied her breathing and decided that if she was going to doom herself further that she was going to need a big glass of water, than coffee, and some exercise to get herself even. She hated being in a funk, and she had overindulged on Netflix and snickers bars the night before. Even as she poured herself her glass of water her stomach turned from all the calories and chocolate she had set into it.
Her apartment complex had a loung area with a swimming pool, and gender divided workout rooms. Just looking at the place made her heart feel less heavy, and she slung her towel over the tread mill, ready to start of her day. Two hours later she finally felt her normal groove and the bank was open. They went through the whole process, with signing in and I.D's and she left with the key. It felt way to heavy in her hands as she played with outside the bank in the snow.
Suddenly she felt a distinct presence wash over her, but the snow was so heavy it was hard to see anything within two feet of herself. Pushing the key into her purse she felt it time to go home and salvage her last night off from the Diner she worked at. It was slow this time of year, and she treasured everyday she had.
Once home she dumped her purse on the table and took the key to wash. Under the water of her steel sik none of the dirt came off or rust, no matter how hard she scrubbed. Something about that fact bothered her deeply. She could have sworn it was old enough to fall apart in her grasp.
Setting herself down on the couch, she flipped open her computer and looked with "ancient key".
The first thing that came up were Ebay sellers who had "enchanted" the items for sale.
She blew out a breath and looked up ancient key in her area, and the first thing came up was:
Linda's Antique Shop.
So that was her next stop, it was fourteen miles away but somehow she fond herself in front of it, it's large sign carved from wooden in elegant cursive. The "q" of Antique curled down to the side of the door. It was open, but dead she noticed when the woman behind the counter looked at her quizzically.
"Uhm, hello. This is going to be strange but I just recently got..." she pulled the key out of her purse and held up for her to see. "This keys and I was.."
The woman interrupted her, "MOM GOT A QUESTION!"
An older woman appeared behind Maddie, at the top of an ornate staircase that lead to the keepers actual house. Maddie pushed her hood down to see her more clearly. The lady's eyes followed the hand that held the key. At first step, the woman scurried back through the door slamming it like a frightened animal. For some reason it really angered her, and a glance back at the shop keeper didn't afford her anything but a shrug and pop of her bubble gum.
Beating on the door Maddie called. "You know what this is don't you! You in with my father, huh? In with his sick jokes, why are you all fucking with me!"
"I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS!"
"SHUT UP!" Maddie said, in sync with woman on the other side of the door.
"Toss the thing away." Maddie put her ear to the door, listening to the woman who spoke through it.
"Toss it down a drain," she contuined. "Anything! That key will only bring him and he will take you, the witch's lover."
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"The witch's lover? A witch? are you for fucking real?"
"Just get it out of here, that thing it has been in my possession to many time, ruining my life."
Ah ruining her life, that sounded more like her father.
"Why did it ruin you're life?" but the sound she heard was the soft footsteps and a closing door.
Back at home she was exhausted, and more flared than she normally was. Her blood was boiling at how she had been treated the last few nights and still could only blame herself. Laying on the bed she stripped her hoodie off and laid on her side, petting her sheets for comfort.
She steadied her breathing and decided that if she was going to doom herself further that she was going to need a big glass of water, than coffee, and some exercise to get herself even. She hated being in a funk, and she had overindulged on Netflix and snickers bars the night before. Even as she poured herself her glass of water her stomach turned from all the calories and chocolate she had set into it.
Her apartment complex had a loung area with a swimming pool, and gender divided workout rooms. Just looking at the place made her heart feel less heavy, and she slung her towel over the tread mill, ready to start of her day. Two hours later she finally felt her normal groove and the bank was open. They went through the whole process, with signing in and I.D's and she left with the key. It felt way to heavy in her hands as she played with outside the bank in the snow.
Suddenly she felt a distinct presence wash over her, but the snow was so heavy it was hard to see anything within two feet of herself. Pushing the key into her purse she felt it time to go home and salvage her last night off from the Diner she worked at. It was slow this time of year, and she treasured everyday she had.
Once home she dumped her purse on the table and took the key to wash. Under the water of her steel sik none of the dirt came off or rust, no matter how hard she scrubbed. Something about that fact bothered her deeply. She could have sworn it was old enough to fall apart in her grasp.
Setting herself down on the couch, she flipped open her computer and looked with "ancient key".
The first thing that came up were Ebay sellers who had "enchanted" the items for sale.
She blew out a breath and looked up ancient key in her area, and the first thing came up was:
Linda's Antique Shop.
So that was her next stop, it was fourteen miles away but somehow she fond herself in front of it, it's large sign carved from wooden in elegant cursive. The "q" of Antique curled down to the side of the door. It was open, but dead she noticed when the woman behind the counter looked at her quizzically.
"Uhm, hello. This is going to be strange but I just recently got..." she pulled the key out of her purse and held up for her to see. "This keys and I was.."
The woman interrupted her, "MOM GOT A QUESTION!"
An older woman appeared behind Maddie, at the top of an ornate staircase that lead to the keepers actual house. Maddie pushed her hood down to see her more clearly. The lady's eyes followed the hand that held the key. At first step, the woman scurried back through the door slamming it like a frightened animal. For some reason it really angered her, and a glance back at the shop keeper didn't afford her anything but a shrug and pop of her bubble gum.
Beating on the door Maddie called. "You know what this is don't you! You in with my father, huh? In with his sick jokes, why are you all fucking with me!"
"I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS!"
"SHUT UP!" Maddie said, in sync with woman on the other side of the door.
"Toss the thing away." Maddie put her ear to the door, listening to the woman who spoke through it.
"Toss it down a drain," she contuined. "Anything! That key will only bring him and he will take you, the witch's lover."
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"The witch's lover? A witch? are you for fucking real?"
"Just get it out of here, that thing it has been in my possession to many time, ruining my life."
Ah ruining her life, that sounded more like her father.
"Why did it ruin you're life?" but the sound she heard was the soft footsteps and a closing door.
Back at home she was exhausted, and more flared than she normally was. Her blood was boiling at how she had been treated the last few nights and still could only blame herself. Laying on the bed she stripped her hoodie off and laid on her side, petting her sheets for comfort.
Vernon knew it was no use standing here and waiting. He did not know how long he had to wait until the new owner showed up, he could not spent days or weeks standing there in the snow, drawing attention to him. And it was no use trying to get into the bank, even with his abilities. The key alone was of no use for him. He could not touch it himself. So he went away and hid, and waited. He didn't have to wait that long. He sensed that the key was moved, and started to walk. He feeled the key moving, in a speed of a normal person, then it was steady. The person had reached a steady place. He got closer, then again it moved before he was there, and he had to change the position. After a while, he got close to the antique shop where he had been some time, may it be weeks or years. But the key was gone again, moving. Patiently he turned around and started walking again. Through the thick snow, he saw a glimpse of somebody, but could not make out any details like size, age, haircolor or even race. But it was a woman, as he knew. She had dissapeared into an apartment-block. Although daylight, it was hard to make out anything in the thick snow. He could see in the darkness, but the thick snow irritated him a bit. But he had found the place. She was in there, somewhere, and he could sense the key. He checked the building, trying to figure the best way to get inside.
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The key sat beside her, irritating her with its simpleness.
Why? Why? Why?
She knew why, and unfourtunately she felt more like her father's child for the curiousity such a simple thing could invoke. Thats probably why he had been so good at the cons he did, he provoked something so raw and innocent as curiousity. It was completely within your own power to control, and you couldn't blame anyone else for it.
Curiousity could make you do very strange things.
"Damn it." she felt like going to sleep, to forget it all. The fact that she was wide awake just seemed to irritate her more. It was five o'clock, and within the next hour it would get dark as it usually did in the winter months. Maybe she hoped that by than she feel more sleepy.
She hadn't ate much of the day and felt like grilling something up on the patio burner she had gotten from her mom when she moved out. Technically it wasn't allowed, but it was small enough that it was out of sight over the decks boards. The only thing that scared her about being out there were the two long beams that held it up. Only the top floor apartments had decks, and she worried about them just collapsing with no support for over twenty feet from the ground up.
Why? Why? Why?
She knew why, and unfourtunately she felt more like her father's child for the curiousity such a simple thing could invoke. Thats probably why he had been so good at the cons he did, he provoked something so raw and innocent as curiousity. It was completely within your own power to control, and you couldn't blame anyone else for it.
Curiousity could make you do very strange things.
"Damn it." she felt like going to sleep, to forget it all. The fact that she was wide awake just seemed to irritate her more. It was five o'clock, and within the next hour it would get dark as it usually did in the winter months. Maybe she hoped that by than she feel more sleepy.
She hadn't ate much of the day and felt like grilling something up on the patio burner she had gotten from her mom when she moved out. Technically it wasn't allowed, but it was small enough that it was out of sight over the decks boards. The only thing that scared her about being out there were the two long beams that held it up. Only the top floor apartments had decks, and she worried about them just collapsing with no support for over twenty feet from the ground up.
It wasn't a problem for Vernon to move into the apartment house as it was getting dark. He moved up the stairs until he knew he was in the right floor - one of the top ones. He listened carefully before he opened the door slowly without sound. The person wasn't in the room he came in. He remained silent and checked the room carefully, moving on. Maybe he could get her to come with him and unlock the door to set him finally free- if it would not happen again what had happened before to often.
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Vernon passed the still warm grill as he entered her apartment.
It looked like something out of a warehouse. Everything clean and in place, but oddly mismatched. One wall was an atomic blue color, paired with a bright red folding hair and rusty cream tweed couch. One whole wall was covered with shelves that held books in a clutter, some stuck on top and others so many different size and bindings.
The living room table sat a dish of half eaten steak and corn, the fork fallen to the floor. On the couch, she was there. Her boyd was covered in a crochet blanket her Grandmother loved to make and through its holes could her legs be seen up her silk shorts made with a soft velvet color. Her hair spilled across her face and down her shoulders before the tips grazed the throw pillow she had fallen asleep on.
It looked like something out of a warehouse. Everything clean and in place, but oddly mismatched. One wall was an atomic blue color, paired with a bright red folding hair and rusty cream tweed couch. One whole wall was covered with shelves that held books in a clutter, some stuck on top and others so many different size and bindings.
The living room table sat a dish of half eaten steak and corn, the fork fallen to the floor. On the couch, she was there. Her boyd was covered in a crochet blanket her Grandmother loved to make and through its holes could her legs be seen up her silk shorts made with a soft velvet color. Her hair spilled across her face and down her shoulders before the tips grazed the throw pillow she had fallen asleep on.
Vernon moved closer silently, trying to fight back his growing arousement and excitement. He wished he could just explain why he was here and if she could free him from the curse, but he doubted that she would really believe that story. If he could speak about is as well. He felt that damn beast in himself roaring. So he remained silent and got closer to get a look of the brunette girl on the couch. It was no problem for him to see in the nearly dark room. By now he had just seem a glimpse and was curious of her appearance.
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Melanie was sleeping peacefully when a wash of uncomfortable came around her. She had awaken, and everything was eerily quite. Her heart quickened before she ventured a peak outside of her lids.
It was dark, her eyes were adjusting the only light spilling a small line across the carpeted floor. Something felt out of place, she squinted, unaware that she staring directly at where his shoulder was.
What is that?
She stared for moments, unsure if she was simply not recongnizing her familiar apartment from the sudden shift from deep sleep into full consiousness. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand before slipping it under the crochet blanket that covered her. Whatever it was it was, it was just out of reach to her. Placing her feet on the ground, she reached her hand out to him, hoping it could clear up whatever it was by remebering what it felt like.
Her hand touched hot skin and and the light hair of his arm. She stopped, suddenly alarmed by what she was feeling. Alarm rang in her system as she didn't recongize it as anything familiar in her apartment but as a person's arm.
"Holy shit." she breathed. Melanie's eyes screamed the terror that she felt, dilliating in response to her heart beat and breathing.
It was dark, her eyes were adjusting the only light spilling a small line across the carpeted floor. Something felt out of place, she squinted, unaware that she staring directly at where his shoulder was.
What is that?
She stared for moments, unsure if she was simply not recongnizing her familiar apartment from the sudden shift from deep sleep into full consiousness. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand before slipping it under the crochet blanket that covered her. Whatever it was it was, it was just out of reach to her. Placing her feet on the ground, she reached her hand out to him, hoping it could clear up whatever it was by remebering what it felt like.
Her hand touched hot skin and and the light hair of his arm. She stopped, suddenly alarmed by what she was feeling. Alarm rang in her system as she didn't recongize it as anything familiar in her apartment but as a person's arm.
"Holy shit." she breathed. Melanie's eyes screamed the terror that she felt, dilliating in response to her heart beat and breathing.
The way she was lieng under the blanket he could tell only, that she had long brown hair, and she was young. As she woke suddenly, she moved up and got his arm just by accident - now he had to react. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up and put his other hand quickly over her mouth, pressing her with her back towards him, so that she would have no possiibility for an overreaction. Maybe now it was time to check "what he had caught" this time.
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Whoever it was lashes out at her wrist, snatching it up in his hands. It rendered her unable to move, and forced her to stand on her tip-toes. His hand caught her mouth even though she resisted and kicked at the empty air. Melanie pried at the fingers that held her mouth closed and bit at the flesh of it, screaming as she much as she could in hopes a few would escape. She couldn't shake him and trying to only put more pressure on her arm to the point she thought it might break. It had all ready gone numb and tingled in pain.
She whined at the pain it caused and made herself still. Her breathing was skyhigh from trying to yell and catching it was a struggle. It pushed the strands of air that had fallen in her face to move slightly.
"Wuu wuu wuu wuunt?" her speech was was muffled but it was clear enough to understand she had ask: What do you want?
She whined at the pain it caused and made herself still. Her breathing was skyhigh from trying to yell and catching it was a struggle. It pushed the strands of air that had fallen in her face to move slightly.
"Wuu wuu wuu wuunt?" her speech was was muffled but it was clear enough to understand she had ask: What do you want?
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He groaned, oh god that was probably the worst response to ever get from the question what do want? It completly changed the air of the room from possible burgulary to something far more sexual and personal. Melanie had thought before about how she would react to this type of a situation. Her mother had warned her about starting off on her own with no husband or boyfriend even.
Her mom had told her "If a man only wants your body or wallet, just give it to him. It sounds horrible but would rather die? I'd rather you not die, but I also would rather nothing happened to you."
Her thoughts broke apart when her feet stumbled, Vernon had dragged her backwards and her weight dipped almost breaking her arm. Melanie dug the heels of her feet into the carpet trying to keep herself upright and close, the hold he had her in was unbelievably painful and she could feel the tears starting to come.
Her mom had told her "If a man only wants your body or wallet, just give it to him. It sounds horrible but would rather die? I'd rather you not die, but I also would rather nothing happened to you."
Her thoughts broke apart when her feet stumbled, Vernon had dragged her backwards and her weight dipped almost breaking her arm. Melanie dug the heels of her feet into the carpet trying to keep herself upright and close, the hold he had her in was unbelievably painful and she could feel the tears starting to come.
While he had her in the middle of the room, he kept on hand over her mouth, but he let go off her arm to run his other hand over her body, sliding her over her breast. He was anxious to see her face, but hewanted to check her body as well. It had been all to harsh and to quick to really estimate what kind of woman he had hit upon this time.
Lisa was passing the old antique shop when she saw a key in the window. Key's always fascinated herand this one in particular she was drawn to. So she entered the shop.
Lisa was 32, medium height and the first thing people tended to notice were her breasts, but then she did like to wear tight tops that left little to the imagination. Her hair was auburn and wavy and she had it tied up and held in place with a clasp. When released it went a quarter of the way down her back.
Buying the key, she took it home and took it up to her bedroom and placed it on her dressing room table, hanging it on the glass frame.
Turning, she glanced at the bed. she'd found it in an antiques shop with and ornate metal headboard and at each corner was a metal bedpost.
That evening as she prepared for bed, she turned the key over in her hand and it felt warm. Leaving it there, she slid beneath the bed sleeps in her knee length silk blue night wear.
Lisa was 32, medium height and the first thing people tended to notice were her breasts, but then she did like to wear tight tops that left little to the imagination. Her hair was auburn and wavy and she had it tied up and held in place with a clasp. When released it went a quarter of the way down her back.
Buying the key, she took it home and took it up to her bedroom and placed it on her dressing room table, hanging it on the glass frame.
Turning, she glanced at the bed. she'd found it in an antiques shop with and ornate metal headboard and at each corner was a metal bedpost.
That evening as she prepared for bed, she turned the key over in her hand and it felt warm. Leaving it there, she slid beneath the bed sleeps in her knee length silk blue night wear.
Vernon awoke one more time, and he feeled the presence of the key once more. The curse wasn't over yet. He walked out; it was still cold, and winter, and it was dark night. Strange that it seemed almost night every time when the cursed key send out it's call... Once again, they key hadn't moved that far - did his victims always return it to the shop, or had it been passed on by hand, or simply found in a layer, the attic or dustbin? Who knows, it didn't matter at all. Finally he stopped before a house. They key was inside, he knew.
Lisa twisted and turned, something felt odd, but she wasn't sure what. maybe she'd left the back door open?
Pulling on her night gown, and doing the tie up round the middle she descended the stairs, her hand sliding along the stair rail, and went into the kitchen and checked the door there, but it was locked. Best check the fron door whilst i'm here she thought, going to it and opening it.
She opened the door slightly, to peek through and thought she saw a shadowy figure, but assumed her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Pulling on her night gown, and doing the tie up round the middle she descended the stairs, her hand sliding along the stair rail, and went into the kitchen and checked the door there, but it was locked. Best check the fron door whilst i'm here she thought, going to it and opening it.
She opened the door slightly, to peek through and thought she saw a shadowy figure, but assumed her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Vernon moved in, and closed the door behind him. He already felt himself growing as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He tried a smile, but it didn't work, so he just kept staring at her, and moved forward, to touch her hair. He wished to see that dark-red, auburn mane flowing over her shoulder.
Lisa was frozen with fear, her body shaking slightly, as she stood there and he reached out to touch her hair.
"Leave, please leave." she pleaded and then he touched her hair and she couldn't take it any more, she bolted towards the front door, like a scared rabbit.
"Leave, please leave." she pleaded and then he touched her hair and she couldn't take it any more, she bolted towards the front door, like a scared rabbit.
As she darted forward, he grabbed her by her wrist and hurled her backward, slamming her back against the bannister. He hept holding her arm upwards, and pulled the belt from her nightgown out with his other hand. He tied her wrist above her head to the bannister, and grabbed her other am and tied her wrists together, secured by a post of the bannister.
