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I see her long, dark, purple hair fall straight down her exposed back. She looks towards the front of the bar and picks up her full glass. I can’t help the way the corners of my mouth turn up as I notice her short, black fingernails.I’ll imagine Thalia, while her black tips are wrapped around my dick later.
She keeps my attention as she brings her drink to her full, black lips. She wraps her lips around the rim of the glass, and I think of the many places on me that I would like them to be.So many black marks on my ivory skin.She turns her head just slightly and catches my pleasing demeanor. Her flirtatious look gets my attention, and she grabs her tiny black purse. Without breaking eye contact, she walks towards me at the other end of the bar.You’ll do.
Her hips sway as she walks in her tight light-washed jeans. Her loose-fitting black silk shirt barely hangs on her slender shoulders by a small silver chain. It hovers down her large chest like a fancy handkerchief.Is that even a fucking shirt or just a piece of overpriced fabric?She stops next to me and sets her glass by mine.
“Are you lost?” she asks loudly over the music blaring through the speakers. My smile widens at the question.
“If I am, would you mind showing me around?” I note the smile she tries to hide. She picks up her glass and brings it up to her lips again. I examine them closely. Her black lipstick sticks to the rim of the clear glass. I mirror her movements and pick up my glass, drinking the remainder of my poorly made bourbon and coke.
“Well, that depends,” she answers.
“Really? Depends on what?” I ask, setting down my glass. My charming glow is still stretched across my face.
“It depends on how well this night goes.” She moves over my body with her large, almond-shaped, brown eyes.Oh,I think this night will go very well.
I lean back in the driver seat of my Lexus as my hands trace the curves along her slender body. She inclines down and pushes her large breasts against my chest as her thighs straddle my lap. I grab her hair on the nape of her neck and bring her in close to kiss her full lips, the black lipstick already smearing.
She lets out a soft moan when I gently bite down on her bottom lip. Her hips move in just the right way as she grinds on my hard dick under my jeans. My hands move up under her shirt and fit one of her full tits in each one. Goosebumps cover her pale skin with the gentle kisses I trail from the middle of her neck down to her collarbone.
“I don’t know your name,” she says through her heavy breathing.
“I never gave it.” I pull her in so that her lips come back to meet mine.
“Don’t you want to know mine?” She pries after kissing me back.
“Tonight, I don’t fucking care what your name is. Stop talking, beautiful, and lie back in the passenger seat for me.”
The look in her eyes is almost sad. The poor thing tries to hide her disappointment with a masking flirty look.I’m sorry, pretty girl. Tonight isn’t about you.
She turns her body with her back to me as she tries to awkwardly get off my lap. Before she can successfully pivot herself around in the seat, I roughly grab the back of her head and slam it hard into the passenger window. Her body falls limp on the smooth leather surface. I fixate on the small drops of blood on the glass and how they correspond to the ones on her forehead.Oh fuck, I can’t wait to see how you taste.Her body slumps down in the passenger seat. Her chest moves slowly up and down while her heavy eyelids close.
Good. She’s still alive.
I watch her form as it slouches against the back of the metal folding chair. Gently, I tied both of her ankles to the front legs of the chair with long, thick, black zip ties. She barely moved when I tightened the heavy plastic strip on each ankle. Her limp arms made it easy to secure her in place when they fell behind her. I taped them with the same duct tape I had used to attach Jace’s body to the roll of carpet.He’s still stored in the supply closet at Thalia’s apartment complex. He will be taken care of soon.
She stirs in her seat, and her lids start to open. Sitting across from her, I scrutinize with my arms folded across my chest.
“There she is,” I say softly. “You hit your head pretty hard. I didn’t think you were going to make it.” Her eyes go wide, and she frantically looks around my storage unit.
“Where thefuckam I?” She asks with tears already spilling down her cheeks.The tears don’t normally come this soon. This one will be easy to break.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to make it out alive anyway.” I calmly explain. She bites her lower lip and lets out a small cry. My focus zeros in on her white canine as it pierces her skin. A small drop of blood falls just past the black lipstick that I smeared across her lips mere hours ago. My chair creaks when I stand, and I walk closer to her tied-up body. I run my finger under her bottom lip and lick her blood off my finger. She doesn't blink as my tongue covers my fingertip.
“Tastes fucking delectable.” I crouch down and whisper just above the tip of her ear. I can't help the smug look on my face while she shifts her thighs in her chair.Even when she knows she’s going to die, she’s still willing to try to fuck anything that’s in front of her.I straighten myself up and walk back towards my chair.
The bottom of her chair scrapes the concrete as she tries to move against her restraints. I sit back down and pay close attention to the terrified woman in front of me, mentally dissecting her every move. She’s fascinating, really. I study how her small, trembling body reacts to its new surroundings.I wonder what she’ll do next.She opens her mouth and screams.Of course. Why do they always scream?
“Help! Someone! I’m in here!” Her voice is a big contrast from earlier this evening. Her smoky, sensual tone has turned into a shrill scream mixed with violent sobbing. She tries her best to move her seat, scraping the bottom of the legs along the concrete to create the most noise possible. She stops her annoying screeching when she notices my long sigh.
“Are you done?” I enquire and her screams turn into loud wails. Her whole body vibrates as she silently sobs on the metal seat. Large tears fall on her flushed cheeks.
I rise up out of my chair and turn around to face my shelf–an arrangement of a few basic tools as well as the trophies I’ve collected. I’ve kept a jar of eyes from the creep at the bar that tried to touch Thalia and his bloody hair tieor whatever women call these fucking things,Jace’s nose ring, and his small bag of cocaine. Ashley’s wedding ring stands out, shining under the harsh lighting.
My eyes continue to trail over the many different shelves.
“Oh, there it is,” I say in a playful tone and grab my switchblade. I turn around and face her, spinning the tip of the knife on my finger. Peering into her eyes, I walk towards her chair.
She screams at full volume again.
