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always did like this part the most. The more she
struggled to release herself, the more he pressed down and the harder his
erection became. He could feel her gasping and struggling to breathe, her
muffled sounds worked well as background noise, complimenting the lighting and
shadows. Her grasp became less urgent now and he moved his hand away from her
nose and mouth and settled his grip firmly across her throat moving the
pressure to her windpipe. Ling Ling could only manage
a small gasp. Her mind was in turmoil now as she could feel her lungs screaming
for air. She fought unconsciousness as the black spots danced and flickered in
front of her eyes, the crushing pain across her neck spiked through her whole
body. Now she didn’t have the energy to fight. Her body began to submit as the
black closed in around her. Her eyes became glassy as she looked up again for
the last time at her killer, his face now out of focus and slipping further
away. She lay still as he moved in an out of her body. Her knees flopped open
wide on either side of her, whilst he continued to move back and forth forcing down
on her with as much strength as he could muster. Now he had forgotten her
completely, lost in his own fantasy, his eyes closed enjoying himself to the
end. He could feel the odd twitch and movement beneath him, but this just
heightened his pleasure.
Finally Ghost Face finished, his eyes were closed tightly, his head
back. Sweat was dripping off his pale forehead falling onto her semi naked
body. His hair flopped across his eyes, no longer the neat, slick back style
that he had arrived with. He looked down at the girl beneath him. Her face now
softened in death, her long black hair framing her head and shoulders, only her
wide eyes gave away the terror that she had endured. He removed his hand from
her crushed neck, leaving behind the indents of his fingers and the first signs
of the familiar bluish purple bruising. Her arms dropped down to the side of
her body.
He calmly made his way to her small bathroom, and turned on the
single naked bulb using the pull cord, careful to wipe away any fingerprints from
the small plastic end piece. There was just a plain, unframed mirror on the
wall over the sink, a toilet and a basic shower. He carefully removed his
clothes, folding them one by one, resting them on the toilet seat lid before
stepping into the shower. He scrubbed his body in the hot water, ensuring that
every last bit of her was cleaned away. Stepping out, he dried himself down
with one of her towels and wiped down the shower cubicle behind him. Next he
dressed himself, and meticulously wiped down every last surface. He walked out
of the bathroom and over to the bed, and looked at Ling Ling .
In that short time, deep bruises had formed across her neck, appearing like a
scarf. He had enjoyed her very much. He gazed at her for a moment longer, losing himself in his thoughts, then reluctantly
continued his clean up. He reached into her bedside drawer to retrieve his
$1’600 dollars, careful to wipe down the handle and anything that he touched
and put the money back into his pocket. Taking one last look at her body, he
switched off the side lamp taking with him the red silk cloth, a small trophy.
He walked over to his shoes and slipped them on, using the towel to wipe any
footprints that they may have been left behind. He undid the chain and silently
let himself out of the apartment taking the towel with him. He swiftly
retraced his steps down the winding staircase and back again onto the main
street. Satisfied that no one had seen him exit, Ghost Face crossed the road,
and made his way back towards the now silent harbour and to the refuge of his apartment.
Exhausted, Ghost Face had arrived back to his apartment at 4am and
managed to sleep fitfully for five hours. At 9am daylight finally stole his
sleep. His mind was immediately engaged before he climbed out of bed. The
previous evening was now a distant memory, stored away until he
struggled to release herself, the more he pressed down and the harder his
erection became. He could feel her gasping and struggling to breathe, her
muffled sounds worked well as background noise, complimenting the lighting and
shadows. Her grasp became less urgent now and he moved his hand away from her
nose and mouth and settled his grip firmly across her throat moving the
pressure to her windpipe. Ling Ling could only manage
a small gasp. Her mind was in turmoil now as she could feel her lungs screaming
for air. She fought unconsciousness as the black spots danced and flickered in
front of her eyes, the crushing pain across her neck spiked through her whole
body. Now she didn’t have the energy to fight. Her body began to submit as the
black closed in around her. Her eyes became glassy as she looked up again for
the last time at her killer, his face now out of focus and slipping further
away. She lay still as he moved in an out of her body. Her knees flopped open
wide on either side of her, whilst he continued to move back and forth forcing down
on her with as much strength as he could muster. Now he had forgotten her
completely, lost in his own fantasy, his eyes closed enjoying himself to the
end. He could feel the odd twitch and movement beneath him, but this just
heightened his pleasure.
Finally Ghost Face finished, his eyes were closed tightly, his head
back. Sweat was dripping off his pale forehead falling onto her semi naked
body. His hair flopped across his eyes, no longer the neat, slick back style
that he had arrived with. He looked down at the girl beneath him. Her face now
softened in death, her long black hair framing her head and shoulders, only her
wide eyes gave away the terror that she had endured. He removed his hand from
her crushed neck, leaving behind the indents of his fingers and the first signs
of the familiar bluish purple bruising. Her arms dropped down to the side of
her body.
He calmly made his way to her small bathroom, and turned on the
single naked bulb using the pull cord, careful to wipe away any fingerprints from
the small plastic end piece. There was just a plain, unframed mirror on the
wall over the sink, a toilet and a basic shower. He carefully removed his
clothes, folding them one by one, resting them on the toilet seat lid before
stepping into the shower. He scrubbed his body in the hot water, ensuring that
every last bit of her was cleaned away. Stepping out, he dried himself down
with one of her towels and wiped down the shower cubicle behind him. Next he
dressed himself, and meticulously wiped down every last surface. He walked out
of the bathroom and over to the bed, and looked at Ling Ling .
In that short time, deep bruises had formed across her neck, appearing like a
scarf. He had enjoyed her very much. He gazed at her for a moment longer, losing himself in his thoughts, then reluctantly
continued his clean up. He reached into her bedside drawer to retrieve his
$1’600 dollars, careful to wipe down the handle and anything that he touched
and put the money back into his pocket. Taking one last look at her body, he
switched off the side lamp taking with him the red silk cloth, a small trophy.
He walked over to his shoes and slipped them on, using the towel to wipe any
footprints that they may have been left behind. He undid the chain and silently
let himself out of the apartment taking the towel with him. He swiftly
retraced his steps down the winding staircase and back again onto the main
street. Satisfied that no one had seen him exit, Ghost Face crossed the road,
and made his way back towards the now silent harbour and to the refuge of his apartment.
Exhausted, Ghost Face had arrived back to his apartment at 4am and
managed to sleep fitfully for five hours. At 9am daylight finally stole his
sleep. His mind was immediately engaged before he climbed out of bed. The
previous evening was now a distant memory, stored away until he
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