Ken drove down the path, through the lonely streets into the highway, thoughts raced through his mind.
"I knew my plan would be so successful. Yes, Nicky got what she wanted. At least I warned her not to dare me. Well, my family is now complete, I have my own daughter now and I'm going to train her to be nothing like her mother and more of m
It was three o'clock, the next morning. Daniella woke up shivering and a throbbing headache. Everytime she moved her head, the pain got worse so she lay still, trying to recall where she was and where she had been the night before. She blocked her nostrils, irritated by the odor she perceived, struggled up to a corner of the room and sat staring at Nicky who was fast asleep, dried tear marks stained her face.
Times past seasons, mixed things changed. There she was in her shirts and jeans, the blonde teenager growing into a male's choice, growing to become a dazzling young lady, but situations left her more like an outcast amongst freeborn, as usual she was always found doing house chores. Dale now had a bent figure. She had acquired that from the constant grass cutting, sweeping and scrubbing she was always assigned and forced to do. She had five round scars right on the back of her fist, two on her left and three on her right, they had been gotten from cigarette burns.
There she was in his dungeon, flat on her back, hands tied sideways, legs tied sideways, she hung there in the air so close to the floor. Ken had it upgraded. There were now several hanging poles, more sophisticated torturing tools, he also had his robbery equipment. It proved more than a dungeon. Dale had jus
Dale tried to be as quick as possible. She crawled forward to pick up the garment, opening up fresh wounds. “Ouch, ugh!" She groaned in pain and lay still panting for some time."You've got twenty seconds left!" Ken alarmed from out the door.
Nicky stood speechless for some seconds. It was back, she had felt it before. That familiar feeling, it was worse than fear. It was the same she felt seventeen years ago. "Why?" She grew worried for her, not for her present state but for what Ken was going to do to her when he found out.
Nicky knew she had chosen to perform on a tightrope stretch sideways at the large mouth of the abyss and a single mistake would spell doom for her. She now had a ghostly look on her marked face. she packed up and climbed out the lair, sealed its surface with the carpet and fridge in place. Droplets of blood stained its way towards Dale's room, Nicky began scrubbing o
Ever met a hungry man before? Like intensively hungry? His looks are dangerous and pitiful. At this point Ken was hungry, he hadn't seen this coming. Thinking fear and brutality was the best way to keep his companion checked, finally he was left with no one, nobody.Ken galloped about in search of his prey, his veins were palpab
The hunter took out the bundles of cash and stuffed them in her bag and lifted Dale up his shoulder. Dale had fallen unconscious, her hands swinging from sides to side. The huge man took giant steps. His gun hung on his side, a hand to hold Dale’s lap and the other held the bright flashlight.He had gotten to the camp, three tents were made. Two for the hunter and Bill
Dale was surprised to find out that the area was now developed, new houses constructed along the street, a large supermarket was built near a fuel station with buyers rushing in and out the building. Dale wondered if it was there the whole time or if she was in a strange street."Where are we?" Dale asked
The loud sounds had jerked Dale back to life. She turned and found her guardian angel in great pain, her left arm gripped to the bullet wound at the right side of her waist. The two watched each other and though they looked in silence they spoke words of consolation. Dale began crying, she was sorry for the pain she had put her through. "Mum," was all she could say.
On hearing her last words, Dale forced her eyes open, frequently blinking to master the itchy liquids in her eyes and forcing her lens to focus. She found Zoe utterly naked standing before her. "You are crazy," Dale stated out of anxiety, but then Zoe maintained a stern look and pointed at the far end of the
“Out the room. Now!” Zoe screamed charging towards Dale.“Boss, please you’re gonna have to take things easy.” A man tried stopping her.
"Wow! That was deep, thanks boss." Zoe appreciated and began rubbing his face. "Well I needed that too, and really I love this place." He replied, scanning the ceiling.
"Wow!" Dale marveled at her skills but of course she did these sayings within her. "Please I'm sorry." He pleaded crying and shaking like a prey in the hands of a lion.
Dale dropped each morsel of the pasta into the ready polluted water and each time she did this the water foamed and soon the bucket of water turned into a lather-bath for a baby. Finally there was somone to contend with and since Zoe and the priest had decided to be on the top of her kill chart, Dale considered this pleasure.
"What's the matter with her? So soft! A real chicken. I'm sure it was this attitude which led to becoming the holy sex slave to the priest. Rubbish!" Dale yelled in anger. Dale kept back her gun and sat on her bed still provoked by what just happened. And then she thought of Jessy and remembered an advice on a situation like this but found non
It was five minutes to five that morning. First it was a crowing rooster and then a flock of them joined the business of awareness. And then when it was five, the steel tower bell was now being rung, this object was loud enough to wake whoever lived miles away from it. Dale had always heard this from afar and never expected such as she was still cuddling on the comfy b