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Authors: Shaun Hutson
Tags: Horror, Horror Fiction
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shower.' That infernal grin was beginning to form on his face once more.
Tina finished washing hurriedly and stepped from the shower, drying herself with a towel as Harrison watched.
'I was thinking about you too,' he said, swigging from the glass of whisky. 'You could have been killed when that bomb went off. I don't want that happening again.'
Tina dried her hair then wrapped the big bath towel around her. She padded into the bedroom and sat down at her dressing table, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, glancing towards the bathroom door every so often. Harrison emerged a moment later, a cigarette jammed between his lips, the tumbler still gripped in one large hand. Tina pulled a pair of curling tongs from a drawer and set them on one side to heat up.
Harrison moved to within a couple of feet of her, gazing hypnotically at her, finally catching her eye in the reflection in the glass.
'I think it'd be better if we stayed here tonight,' he said, moving closer, snaking one hand into the damp mass of her hair. 'Just to be on the safe side.'
She felt him touching the back of her neck with his free hand then he put the whisky glass down and began massaging her shoulders. She reached up to touch his hands as his grip grew a little too strong. Again the briefest glimmer of fear flickered across her eyes.
She heard his breathing become harsher as he rubbed and stroked her neck more frenziedly, one of his hands finally sliding forward beneath the towel to grip her right breast. He squeezed hard and she groaned as she felt his nails scratch her once more in that most delicate place. He pulled the towel free, exposing her nakedness, his excitement now almost uncontrollable. She felt his penis straining against his trousers, pressing into her back.
And still he held her firm by the back of the neck as a dog might hold a rabbit.
Tina squirmed as she saw and felt his thick fingers slither round to her throat where he now stroked and squeezed.
'I wish you'd tell me who you were talking to on the phone, sweetheart,' he crooned, his hand tightening on her throat, his other hand kneading her breast roughly. 'We shouldn't have secrets from each other you know.' He released her breast and began fumbling with the zip of his trousers, finally pulling out his swollen organ which he rubbed against her smooth back. She felt the clear fluid oozing from the head, smearing her skin and she did her best to hide her disgust, more concerned about the force with which he was holding her neck. His fingers dug more deeply into her flesh.
`Tell me who it was,' he whispered, turning her round so that her face was level with his groin, so that she was gaping at his throbbing stiffness.
She reached forward and eased his trousers and underpants over his hips, closing her right hand over his shaft, feeling his strong hand pushing her towards his rampant member.
'Who were you talking to?' he rasped, the softness all but gone from his voice.
'I told you, a friend,' she insisted.
He gripped her by the hair and dragged her up so that she was looking into his face. His eyes blazed wildly.
Tina yelped in pain and tried to struggle free of his grip but he merely twisted her long hair around his fist until she feared the golden strands would be tom from her scalp.
'I know you'd never lie to me,' he said, breathing whisky fumes in her face.
'Frank, for God's sake...' she whimpered, the pain now forcing tears from her eyes. She beat at his chest, aware still of his erection throbbing against her.
'You wouldn't lie to me, would you?' he whispered venomously.
'No,' she blurted, tears now running down her cheeks.
He reached for the curling tongs, now almost unbearably hot. He could feel the searing heat as he gripped them, bringing them close to her face.
`Frank, please ...' The words trailed off as he jerked her head back savagely.
He moved the blistering hot tongs closer to her face and she tried to wrench her head to one side to escape the
Tina finished washing hurriedly and stepped from the shower, drying herself with a towel as Harrison watched.
'I was thinking about you too,' he said, swigging from the glass of whisky. 'You could have been killed when that bomb went off. I don't want that happening again.'
Tina dried her hair then wrapped the big bath towel around her. She padded into the bedroom and sat down at her dressing table, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, glancing towards the bathroom door every so often. Harrison emerged a moment later, a cigarette jammed between his lips, the tumbler still gripped in one large hand. Tina pulled a pair of curling tongs from a drawer and set them on one side to heat up.
Harrison moved to within a couple of feet of her, gazing hypnotically at her, finally catching her eye in the reflection in the glass.
'I think it'd be better if we stayed here tonight,' he said, moving closer, snaking one hand into the damp mass of her hair. 'Just to be on the safe side.'
She felt him touching the back of her neck with his free hand then he put the whisky glass down and began massaging her shoulders. She reached up to touch his hands as his grip grew a little too strong. Again the briefest glimmer of fear flickered across her eyes.
She heard his breathing become harsher as he rubbed and stroked her neck more frenziedly, one of his hands finally sliding forward beneath the towel to grip her right breast. He squeezed hard and she groaned as she felt his nails scratch her once more in that most delicate place. He pulled the towel free, exposing her nakedness, his excitement now almost uncontrollable. She felt his penis straining against his trousers, pressing into her back.
And still he held her firm by the back of the neck as a dog might hold a rabbit.
Tina squirmed as she saw and felt his thick fingers slither round to her throat where he now stroked and squeezed.
'I wish you'd tell me who you were talking to on the phone, sweetheart,' he crooned, his hand tightening on her throat, his other hand kneading her breast roughly. 'We shouldn't have secrets from each other you know.' He released her breast and began fumbling with the zip of his trousers, finally pulling out his swollen organ which he rubbed against her smooth back. She felt the clear fluid oozing from the head, smearing her skin and she did her best to hide her disgust, more concerned about the force with which he was holding her neck. His fingers dug more deeply into her flesh.
`Tell me who it was,' he whispered, turning her round so that her face was level with his groin, so that she was gaping at his throbbing stiffness.
She reached forward and eased his trousers and underpants over his hips, closing her right hand over his shaft, feeling his strong hand pushing her towards his rampant member.
'Who were you talking to?' he rasped, the softness all but gone from his voice.
'I told you, a friend,' she insisted.
He gripped her by the hair and dragged her up so that she was looking into his face. His eyes blazed wildly.
Tina yelped in pain and tried to struggle free of his grip but he merely twisted her long hair around his fist until she feared the golden strands would be tom from her scalp.
'I know you'd never lie to me,' he said, breathing whisky fumes in her face.
'Frank, for God's sake...' she whimpered, the pain now forcing tears from her eyes. She beat at his chest, aware still of his erection throbbing against her.
'You wouldn't lie to me, would you?' he whispered venomously.
'No,' she blurted, tears now running down her cheeks.
He reached for the curling tongs, now almost unbearably hot. He could feel the searing heat as he gripped them, bringing them close to her face.
`Frank, please ...' The words trailed off as he jerked her head back savagely.
He moved the blistering hot tongs closer to her face and she tried to wrench her head to one side to escape the
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