could just go to sleep and wake up safe and sound in the morning. Yet for some reason, she felt she had to do some things first. She got up and walked into the kitchen and dug through the drawers. There was a large butcher knife in one of the drawers. She grabbed it and looked at the blade.
As she stepped outside the apartment looking around. There was a man in the parking lot beating up another man who was on the ground. He was straddling him, punching him ground and pound style, like you’d see in an MMA fight. Melissa walked toward the man whose back was to her. She recognized him as one of the men from the restaurant, one of the men who had raped her.
As she got closer, she could hear his grunts as he pounded on his victim. He didn’t notice her coming up behind him. Gripping the knife tightly as she stood watching the beating. She didn’t even think about what she was about to do. It felt as if she were standing outside herself, watching this unfold, helpless to stop it. She lifted the knife and thrust it into the side of his neck. He moved at the last second and the blade had grazed him.
The cut was deep enough to draw some blood. The man yelled as he fell to the side, looking up in surprise at the girl.
“What are you doing you little bitch?” he yelled, but she was already on him thrusting the knife at him repeatedly. He put his forearm up to block the blows, causing the knife to graze his arm and hand. She stabbed lower and punctured his stomach several times, then his chest. The knife moved up and down seemingly on its own, stabbing him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere until the man was no longer moving. Even after he stopped moving, she kept going, letting out a scream before stopping.
She stopped and looked down at the man’s blood soaked body. Looking down at herself there was blood splatter on her hands, arms and shirt. She stood and walked over to the man on the ground. His face was bloody and swollen. One of his eyes was open, looking up at her.
“Th-thank you,” he grunted, struggling to speak. “Please help me.”
She knelt down next to him and took his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry for what? I need an ambulance.”
“There is no ambulance tonight. Help isn’t coming. I’m sorry. It’s better for you this way.” she said.
“Better what —” before he could finish, she thrust the knife into his chest, piercing his heart on the first blow. He wheezed and twitched as she pulled the knife out.
“Sorry,” she said as she stood and looked around the parking lot. There were more guys fighting in the street. She slowly walked toward them. As she did so, she stopped and used the knife to cut part of the neckline on the shirt, making it hang looser off her shoulder, showing more skin. Some of the men in the street were also at the restaurant.
As she walked toward them, she heard a woman screaming. She could see they weren’t fighting at all. They were raping another girl. The others were standing in a circle watching, yelling and cheering as they each took their turn. Some of the men had their dicks in their hands, jacking off to the scene before them.
These were some seriously sick fucks. Melissa knew that first hand,though Melissa was no longer home. This night had turned into a night of chaos, death and destruction. If that was what they wanted, then that is what she would give them.
Chapter 16
Randy found some duct tape which he used to secure Elaine into the chair. She cried and sobbed the entire time, begging him not to hurt her. It was far too late for any sniveling on her part. The old Randy may have fallen for it. The old Randy would have been a sucker for her tears and did whatever he had to in order to appease her, only to have her shit on him once again. Not anymore. Tonight he was reborn.
There was a
As she stepped outside the apartment looking around. There was a man in the parking lot beating up another man who was on the ground. He was straddling him, punching him ground and pound style, like you’d see in an MMA fight. Melissa walked toward the man whose back was to her. She recognized him as one of the men from the restaurant, one of the men who had raped her.
As she got closer, she could hear his grunts as he pounded on his victim. He didn’t notice her coming up behind him. Gripping the knife tightly as she stood watching the beating. She didn’t even think about what she was about to do. It felt as if she were standing outside herself, watching this unfold, helpless to stop it. She lifted the knife and thrust it into the side of his neck. He moved at the last second and the blade had grazed him.
The cut was deep enough to draw some blood. The man yelled as he fell to the side, looking up in surprise at the girl.
“What are you doing you little bitch?” he yelled, but she was already on him thrusting the knife at him repeatedly. He put his forearm up to block the blows, causing the knife to graze his arm and hand. She stabbed lower and punctured his stomach several times, then his chest. The knife moved up and down seemingly on its own, stabbing him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere until the man was no longer moving. Even after he stopped moving, she kept going, letting out a scream before stopping.
She stopped and looked down at the man’s blood soaked body. Looking down at herself there was blood splatter on her hands, arms and shirt. She stood and walked over to the man on the ground. His face was bloody and swollen. One of his eyes was open, looking up at her.
“Th-thank you,” he grunted, struggling to speak. “Please help me.”
She knelt down next to him and took his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry for what? I need an ambulance.”
“There is no ambulance tonight. Help isn’t coming. I’m sorry. It’s better for you this way.” she said.
“Better what —” before he could finish, she thrust the knife into his chest, piercing his heart on the first blow. He wheezed and twitched as she pulled the knife out.
“Sorry,” she said as she stood and looked around the parking lot. There were more guys fighting in the street. She slowly walked toward them. As she did so, she stopped and used the knife to cut part of the neckline on the shirt, making it hang looser off her shoulder, showing more skin. Some of the men in the street were also at the restaurant.
As she walked toward them, she heard a woman screaming. She could see they weren’t fighting at all. They were raping another girl. The others were standing in a circle watching, yelling and cheering as they each took their turn. Some of the men had their dicks in their hands, jacking off to the scene before them.
These were some seriously sick fucks. Melissa knew that first hand,though Melissa was no longer home. This night had turned into a night of chaos, death and destruction. If that was what they wanted, then that is what she would give them.
Chapter 16
Randy found some duct tape which he used to secure Elaine into the chair. She cried and sobbed the entire time, begging him not to hurt her. It was far too late for any sniveling on her part. The old Randy may have fallen for it. The old Randy would have been a sucker for her tears and did whatever he had to in order to appease her, only to have her shit on him once again. Not anymore. Tonight he was reborn.
There was a
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