feel him cheering me on. The possibility of letting him down is unthinkable. This bitch better go down easy; I will not let her humiliate me.
I shove my hands in my pocket and exhale impatiently. I’ve almost decided to try again another night when headlights appear in the distance. I follow their progress and smile as a bus pulls up at the end of the block. A woman exits the bus. The bus stop is a block away so I can’t see her clearly, but it has to be her. I shift my weight restlessly from one foot to the other as I wait for her to pass my hiding place in the alley. It’s taking her for fucking ever.
At first she just stands there, looking around. Finally, she starts walking my way, her strides so fast that she’s almost running. When she’s close enough for me to hear her shallow breathing, that telltale burst of adrenaline rushes through my system.
Click clack, click clack, the sound of her shoes on the concrete sidewalk gets louder with each step she takes. She’s skittish like a young colt, looking over her shoulder every couple of seconds. Knowing that I’m the reason for her fear fills me with smug satisfaction. I’m inside her head but in a few seconds I’m going to take over her very existence.
Once I take her down, who knows where the night will lead. I wonder what her nipples look like, are they dusky rose or a soft brown? What color is her pussy hair? Does she even have any? Maybe she shaves it or, better yet, gets it waxed. At the thought of stroking silky, smooth pussy lips, I have to fight off the erection that threatens to distract me from my purpose. Plenty of time for that later. Right now, I’ve got to focus because she is almost within reach.
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My fingers stroke the drug-filled syringe in my sweatshirt pocket. Everything is in place. It’s going to be perfect. Perfect.
Click clack, click clack…
“Where ya goin’ in such a hurry? If you want to live, you better scurry, scurry, scurry!”
Oh, the look of terror in her eyes. Fucking delicious. She tries to run but I’m too quick for her. I grab her by her coat collar and slam her into the side of the building with all my might. She drops to the ground and I jam the syringe into her neck.
The bitch is finally mine.
Liam
That son of a bitch just about outwitted me last night. Made me so fucking angry, I left the little bastard in a puddle of his own blood. I was within moments, maybe even seconds, of losing the object of my obsession forever.
I deliberately didn’t offer Madonna a ride home last night, ensuring that she would have to break from her routine and catch a later bus. As much as I fucking hate to admit it, hoodie boy and I must have had the same idea, to nab her after she got off the bus by her apartment. Too bad for him, I was sneaking through the alley next to her building when I saw the son of a bitch waiting for her.
I have to hand it to him, he did make it easier for me to take her when he jabbed that syringe full of drugs into her neck. I didn’t like it, though, because I had no way of knowing what he’d given her. So I monitored her carefully, just in case. The experience has been overwhelming, even cathartic.
As much as I’ve been fantasizing about having my Madonna in chains, at my command, I have been staggered by the sublimely visceral, erotic pleasure that her vulnerability has brought me. Even in the throes of the unknown sedative he administered so viciously, she has mindlessly struggled against her restraints, at one point fighting so hard that the manacles bit into her skin, making her bleed. I’m one deranged fuck because at the sight of her precious blood, I nearly came in my pants like some overly eager fourteen-year-old.
My work is just beginning. The easy part is over—the initial capture. It will be far more challenging from this point on. I need to set the stage for her to bond with her captor -- me. Even though I’ve taken her in order
I shove my hands in my pocket and exhale impatiently. I’ve almost decided to try again another night when headlights appear in the distance. I follow their progress and smile as a bus pulls up at the end of the block. A woman exits the bus. The bus stop is a block away so I can’t see her clearly, but it has to be her. I shift my weight restlessly from one foot to the other as I wait for her to pass my hiding place in the alley. It’s taking her for fucking ever.
At first she just stands there, looking around. Finally, she starts walking my way, her strides so fast that she’s almost running. When she’s close enough for me to hear her shallow breathing, that telltale burst of adrenaline rushes through my system.
Click clack, click clack, the sound of her shoes on the concrete sidewalk gets louder with each step she takes. She’s skittish like a young colt, looking over her shoulder every couple of seconds. Knowing that I’m the reason for her fear fills me with smug satisfaction. I’m inside her head but in a few seconds I’m going to take over her very existence.
Once I take her down, who knows where the night will lead. I wonder what her nipples look like, are they dusky rose or a soft brown? What color is her pussy hair? Does she even have any? Maybe she shaves it or, better yet, gets it waxed. At the thought of stroking silky, smooth pussy lips, I have to fight off the erection that threatens to distract me from my purpose. Plenty of time for that later. Right now, I’ve got to focus because she is almost within reach.
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My fingers stroke the drug-filled syringe in my sweatshirt pocket. Everything is in place. It’s going to be perfect. Perfect.
Click clack, click clack…
“Where ya goin’ in such a hurry? If you want to live, you better scurry, scurry, scurry!”
Oh, the look of terror in her eyes. Fucking delicious. She tries to run but I’m too quick for her. I grab her by her coat collar and slam her into the side of the building with all my might. She drops to the ground and I jam the syringe into her neck.
The bitch is finally mine.
Liam
That son of a bitch just about outwitted me last night. Made me so fucking angry, I left the little bastard in a puddle of his own blood. I was within moments, maybe even seconds, of losing the object of my obsession forever.
I deliberately didn’t offer Madonna a ride home last night, ensuring that she would have to break from her routine and catch a later bus. As much as I fucking hate to admit it, hoodie boy and I must have had the same idea, to nab her after she got off the bus by her apartment. Too bad for him, I was sneaking through the alley next to her building when I saw the son of a bitch waiting for her.
I have to hand it to him, he did make it easier for me to take her when he jabbed that syringe full of drugs into her neck. I didn’t like it, though, because I had no way of knowing what he’d given her. So I monitored her carefully, just in case. The experience has been overwhelming, even cathartic.
As much as I’ve been fantasizing about having my Madonna in chains, at my command, I have been staggered by the sublimely visceral, erotic pleasure that her vulnerability has brought me. Even in the throes of the unknown sedative he administered so viciously, she has mindlessly struggled against her restraints, at one point fighting so hard that the manacles bit into her skin, making her bleed. I’m one deranged fuck because at the sight of her precious blood, I nearly came in my pants like some overly eager fourteen-year-old.
My work is just beginning. The easy part is over—the initial capture. It will be far more challenging from this point on. I need to set the stage for her to bond with her captor -- me. Even though I’ve taken her in order
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