hurt and it’s her fault. His heart pounded deep in his throat as burning heat flickered from his chest up his neck and throat until it cradled his head on either side. The cottony buzz of barely contained rage drowned out everything but him, the lee side of the hill and the indignation that held him by the scruff of the neck.
He threw open the vans rear doors, grabbed Diane by the ankle, and with a twist of his body, yanked her out into the daylight. With the sun shining in her face, she blinked hard trying to squirm away as he fiercely stalked her.
Her eyes grew wide watching him. Every motion screamed ‘predator,’ ‘feral,’ his shoulders bunched, and his body seemed to slink toward her. Pure focused malice glittered in gem-like eyes she would have thought quite beautiful under different circumstances.
His teeth clenched, lips drawn back in a savage animal snarl, he dropped his knee into her belly, “Did you really think you could get away with it? HUH! Did you really? Do ANY of YOU?” he raged grabbing her by the hair.
Diane had no clue how or why she’d become the target of his fury. Her body, with the impact of his knee into her belly simply seemed to ‘pop’. Things broke inside, not the least of which were bones, but the worst of which were soft delicate organs, some of which she knew, as blood rose into the back of her throat, were already mortally damaged with such a simple move. In spite of her certain doom, her eyes tried to plead with him, her head shook back and forth in denial and her body tried to escape this impossible creature atop her.
How can he be the same man? She wondered fleetingly, picturing again the bright soft smile he’d beamed at her in the parking garage as he helped her gather up her things, It’s not possible, but it was.
Again, his steely fists rained down on her, leaving her dazed and grateful for the sudden disconnection from the excruciating agony inside.
“Each and every one of you sick, evil… you’ve got ONE tool and you use it without a thought for the lives or the PEOPLE you FUCKING TEAR APART!”
She shook her head in denial, aware of the sensation of his hands sliding up her skirt and grasping her hose then clawing them down with one hand while the keen edge of his blade pressed against the base of her throat inviting her blood out beneath it.
“Oh, yeah!” he nodded, “Oh, YES YOU DO! Don’t you DARE lie to me, bitch!”
The color red rose in a line down the length of her blouse, trailing behind the edge of his knife, every frantic, struggling breath accentuated now by that burning line of red against white, “You’re gonna tell her, you’re gonna be a fucking billboard, and then she’ll HAVE to see!”
“ Maybe there’s something wrong with HIM? Maybe he’s broken and can’t feel what love REALLY is…”
His jaw clenched against the mocking voice inside, he threw his head back, teeth grinding, “Oh, yes I can! Show you I can you fucking bitch!” he ground out while beneath the tape Diane gagged on her scream.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” he flipped her over, his knife hand swinging over and over, the pommel came down again and again until bone cracked and her body lay twitching beneath him.
Panting he tossed the skirt up over her hips, his eyes locked into the memory of another day. Please, please… he slid the jumpsuit off his naked shoulders, his hand gliding over his gasping chest and quivering belly, watching the blade graze his sweat-slicked skin.
He swept the woman’s hair, blood and scalp bits off the pommel into the grass, then ran the cool metal down the side of his pulsing hardness. When the first pearly drop of moisture emerged into the open daylight he grasped his shaft firmly, spreading that bit of wetness with his thumb before climbing astride her. His fingers jabbed into her recesses for a split second before he forced his way into her, barely eliciting a squeak.
He grasped her around the chest, holding her against
He threw open the vans rear doors, grabbed Diane by the ankle, and with a twist of his body, yanked her out into the daylight. With the sun shining in her face, she blinked hard trying to squirm away as he fiercely stalked her.
Her eyes grew wide watching him. Every motion screamed ‘predator,’ ‘feral,’ his shoulders bunched, and his body seemed to slink toward her. Pure focused malice glittered in gem-like eyes she would have thought quite beautiful under different circumstances.
His teeth clenched, lips drawn back in a savage animal snarl, he dropped his knee into her belly, “Did you really think you could get away with it? HUH! Did you really? Do ANY of YOU?” he raged grabbing her by the hair.
Diane had no clue how or why she’d become the target of his fury. Her body, with the impact of his knee into her belly simply seemed to ‘pop’. Things broke inside, not the least of which were bones, but the worst of which were soft delicate organs, some of which she knew, as blood rose into the back of her throat, were already mortally damaged with such a simple move. In spite of her certain doom, her eyes tried to plead with him, her head shook back and forth in denial and her body tried to escape this impossible creature atop her.
How can he be the same man? She wondered fleetingly, picturing again the bright soft smile he’d beamed at her in the parking garage as he helped her gather up her things, It’s not possible, but it was.
Again, his steely fists rained down on her, leaving her dazed and grateful for the sudden disconnection from the excruciating agony inside.
“Each and every one of you sick, evil… you’ve got ONE tool and you use it without a thought for the lives or the PEOPLE you FUCKING TEAR APART!”
She shook her head in denial, aware of the sensation of his hands sliding up her skirt and grasping her hose then clawing them down with one hand while the keen edge of his blade pressed against the base of her throat inviting her blood out beneath it.
“Oh, yeah!” he nodded, “Oh, YES YOU DO! Don’t you DARE lie to me, bitch!”
The color red rose in a line down the length of her blouse, trailing behind the edge of his knife, every frantic, struggling breath accentuated now by that burning line of red against white, “You’re gonna tell her, you’re gonna be a fucking billboard, and then she’ll HAVE to see!”
“ Maybe there’s something wrong with HIM? Maybe he’s broken and can’t feel what love REALLY is…”
His jaw clenched against the mocking voice inside, he threw his head back, teeth grinding, “Oh, yes I can! Show you I can you fucking bitch!” he ground out while beneath the tape Diane gagged on her scream.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” he flipped her over, his knife hand swinging over and over, the pommel came down again and again until bone cracked and her body lay twitching beneath him.
Panting he tossed the skirt up over her hips, his eyes locked into the memory of another day. Please, please… he slid the jumpsuit off his naked shoulders, his hand gliding over his gasping chest and quivering belly, watching the blade graze his sweat-slicked skin.
He swept the woman’s hair, blood and scalp bits off the pommel into the grass, then ran the cool metal down the side of his pulsing hardness. When the first pearly drop of moisture emerged into the open daylight he grasped his shaft firmly, spreading that bit of wetness with his thumb before climbing astride her. His fingers jabbed into her recesses for a split second before he forced his way into her, barely eliciting a squeak.
He grasped her around the chest, holding her against
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