Frantic, I pulled back on her hair. Her neck lay delicately on my knife as I inhaled the scent of her strawberry locks.
Her hair draped over the pillow saturated in sweat and tears. Her wrists were tied to the straps I specially installed into the floor. Her ankles were the same; however had a little more slack to let her slide, but not kick.
"A fate worse than death," I whispered in her ear as I slid my hand over her breasts.
I dug the tip of the knife into her soft flesh edging out the lining under her perky nipples.
She winced as she spittled out of her gag.
"You're a little whore. Aren't you?" I smiled as her brown eyes glared at me with rage. Tears filled her bloodshot eyes.
I lapped up the blood slowly looking up into her hateful eyes as she bucked.
She was so beautiful. Her hair smelled like lavender and her pale skin, her luscious skin tasted of the finest sweets ever to grace mankind.
I traced my fingers along her stomach. As I reached lower I tickled her clit.
Oh, how I loved to see pleasure amidst so much agony.
I lapped at her delicate flower while her body trembled.
My excitement spilled over the mattress.
“Now you've gone and done it,” I complained as she glared, “No dessert for you, you tease.”
Outraged I marched out of the room leaving her tied while I readied myself for my daily tasks.
“Her fault,” I muttered as I filled a bowl of cereal to the brim. The milk lifted the flakes over the top and scattered them over the small coffee table in the living room.
“I wish all them damn whores could get their act together and do something meaningful for a change,” I ranted as I heaved the spoon into my mouth, “Men are so much more accomplished than these leeches dressing up in these short outfits trying to devour us and control us. Not me. I'll be damned if I let one of those gold digging bitches try to sculpt me into their dream husbands.”
I flipped on the flat screen and watched the news for the first time in about a week. I realized I had spent too much time into this one. She was just so beautiful.
Dammit. Get a hold of yourself. You gotta make this one last.
There was a small segment of the young woman displayed, but nothing hopeful. He did make sure to have her leave a well thought out letter to her parents. Nothing of importance, just an average runaway letter. It's best to have them close to the legal age. Once they’re an adult the police figure it's a rebellious decision which leads them to looking less.
I found them in various places. Although, I had only two others. They always fought me, leaving me no choice but to find another. I tried to be more selective with this one. Watching the whole night before I made my move. She was very vulnerable and trusting leaving me with the idea that she could be the perfect pet.
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