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
It was morning already. The cold, pale orange sun was sitting high up there in the sky, poking its head around the clouds. The air hung heavy with the smell of dry bush and bonfires. The cottage still kept its silence, swarm of files buzzing in and out the stubby window. The already smelly corpse had attracted them, perching for a taste of blood or any exposed organ of the two.
"Who's there? Come out from wherever you are!" Dale alarmed, already on her feet. She held a rock with her two hands pointing in all directions she faced. "Wait a minute." She muttered. A she began feeling uneasy.
As luck had it. The priest had entered the next carriage with the driver. Dale took to her heels chasing the train, pushed the door, with all ounce of energy she had left.
Slowly, he twisted up his feet and then down again. The third time he came up again without his pants on.“Shit!” Dale hid her face to keep herself from invading his privacy. At the same time, she was anxious and interested in knowing what he was doing, so she peeped again, permitting her curiosity to get the best of her.
Dale found herself naked with only a bra on her skin. The robe she had worn now circled her feet. “No!” Dale barked at him, “I won’t, and you can’t force me.” She added with a serious face. She was ready to remain adamant and fight with all she had, even if it took her last breath. She bent down and retrieved the robe from off the
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