praying Mark hasn't gone out to dump another girl in the lagoon or whatever he does every night after leaving me.
Please let the boat be there. The key is always left in the ignition, that much I know. I'm sure I hear him up on the piano nobile , doing something in the bedroom.
I'm almost sure.
Yes - There it is lined up along the interior quay. Still so weird to see a deep body of water inside a house. Perfectly convenient for a murderer, of course. He only has to open the door of his torture chamber and he can pretty much hurl his victim straight into her watery grave. I dash along the stone dock and my foot skims along the worn slimy edge so I almost slither straight off.
Only lunging for the briccole pole at the last second saves me from diving in. Thank fuck for the red and white stripes. Even faded with age, it stood out in my blurred vision. I squint ahead, not sure I can make it.
The door to the torture chamber red room is between me and the boat. I have to pass it and I need to look inside. With the irresistible urge to know what Mark was doing to some poor girl, maybe I could save her. Maybe I could take her away with me. Or if he has a woman tied up to that cross or one of the other contraptions, I can fetch the Comandante to catch the Ripper in the act.
No I can't hurt him. My heart won't let me do anything that will jeopardize the man I'm in love with. I just need to get away. No keys. Where are the keys? Aren't they always in the boat. I can't make my vision come into focus. The boat in the water in the gloom is a big swirling mess of shades of black. I can't make out where the quay ends and the boat begins.
“Are you okay, my Lady?”
I whirl around and fall into a set of powerful arms.
Mark & Josh
I cannot believe it when the key turns in the lock and the door swings slowly back on its old iron hinges to reveal beautiful soft Riley at last. As though she came to me on purpose.
A virgin sacrifice wearing a totally diaphanous white silk chiffon robe all lacy so I can see her stunning curvacious form right through. It's as though she's bare naked just for me. Offering herself up to me.
I want to lick and suck those pebbled nipples protruding hotly through the gauzy material. I want to open her legs and thrust my tongue into her sweet wet pussy. She's the most delicious thing I've ever seen and my cock immediately swells with ravenous vigor as soon as she comes close.
“Where's your father?” She's incoherent, her speech all slurry.
She says she has to find him. The polizia want to find him.
She says there's a strangler in Venice. Do they think it's my father? She wants to know.
She says she drank some more wine after passing out and now she feels groggy again. Is he drugging her? She turns and runs and I catch her just in time before she falls in the canal, just like we caught her the first time we met her.
She's mumbling about getting away. She has to leave. Her body in my arms makes my fucking dick pound at my jeans. I don't know how long I can resist her.
Maybe I'll wait until she wakes. So she can be sure it's me. Then we'll leave.
I wish we could go now but I can hardly haul a near naked woman from a boat. Not the way the polizia are all over the island. So I lay her out on the bed where I can watch over her, stroking her curves while she sleeps. I'll have her all to myself now. We can stay safe together forever.
Chapter ELEVEN
When I open my eyes again and emerge from the darkness, I'm laid flat on my back. Disoriented and my head all fuzzy like I've been asleep far too long. My eyes feel sticky and when I go to rub them, my wrists pull back against the shackles restraining them.
Despite the gloop, my eyes stretch wide to take in the surroundings. Oh my god. Suddenly my breath is bursting in my lungs like an Olympic sprinter except it's ragged, way too fast and hurts like hell beneath my breasts. Fear is pressing down on my chest while at the same time, the gauzy lace cannot
Please let the boat be there. The key is always left in the ignition, that much I know. I'm sure I hear him up on the piano nobile , doing something in the bedroom.
I'm almost sure.
Yes - There it is lined up along the interior quay. Still so weird to see a deep body of water inside a house. Perfectly convenient for a murderer, of course. He only has to open the door of his torture chamber and he can pretty much hurl his victim straight into her watery grave. I dash along the stone dock and my foot skims along the worn slimy edge so I almost slither straight off.
Only lunging for the briccole pole at the last second saves me from diving in. Thank fuck for the red and white stripes. Even faded with age, it stood out in my blurred vision. I squint ahead, not sure I can make it.
The door to the torture chamber red room is between me and the boat. I have to pass it and I need to look inside. With the irresistible urge to know what Mark was doing to some poor girl, maybe I could save her. Maybe I could take her away with me. Or if he has a woman tied up to that cross or one of the other contraptions, I can fetch the Comandante to catch the Ripper in the act.
No I can't hurt him. My heart won't let me do anything that will jeopardize the man I'm in love with. I just need to get away. No keys. Where are the keys? Aren't they always in the boat. I can't make my vision come into focus. The boat in the water in the gloom is a big swirling mess of shades of black. I can't make out where the quay ends and the boat begins.
“Are you okay, my Lady?”
I whirl around and fall into a set of powerful arms.
Mark & Josh
I cannot believe it when the key turns in the lock and the door swings slowly back on its old iron hinges to reveal beautiful soft Riley at last. As though she came to me on purpose.
A virgin sacrifice wearing a totally diaphanous white silk chiffon robe all lacy so I can see her stunning curvacious form right through. It's as though she's bare naked just for me. Offering herself up to me.
I want to lick and suck those pebbled nipples protruding hotly through the gauzy material. I want to open her legs and thrust my tongue into her sweet wet pussy. She's the most delicious thing I've ever seen and my cock immediately swells with ravenous vigor as soon as she comes close.
“Where's your father?” She's incoherent, her speech all slurry.
She says she has to find him. The polizia want to find him.
She says there's a strangler in Venice. Do they think it's my father? She wants to know.
She says she drank some more wine after passing out and now she feels groggy again. Is he drugging her? She turns and runs and I catch her just in time before she falls in the canal, just like we caught her the first time we met her.
She's mumbling about getting away. She has to leave. Her body in my arms makes my fucking dick pound at my jeans. I don't know how long I can resist her.
Maybe I'll wait until she wakes. So she can be sure it's me. Then we'll leave.
I wish we could go now but I can hardly haul a near naked woman from a boat. Not the way the polizia are all over the island. So I lay her out on the bed where I can watch over her, stroking her curves while she sleeps. I'll have her all to myself now. We can stay safe together forever.
Chapter ELEVEN
When I open my eyes again and emerge from the darkness, I'm laid flat on my back. Disoriented and my head all fuzzy like I've been asleep far too long. My eyes feel sticky and when I go to rub them, my wrists pull back against the shackles restraining them.
Despite the gloop, my eyes stretch wide to take in the surroundings. Oh my god. Suddenly my breath is bursting in my lungs like an Olympic sprinter except it's ragged, way too fast and hurts like hell beneath my breasts. Fear is pressing down on my chest while at the same time, the gauzy lace cannot
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