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The One With The Victim Her face was soft, beautiful but with the dark light that caressed her face, it looked evil as if her body had been possessed by some monstrous life form. She lay there, motionless, unaware that her capturer was watching, enjoying her pleasurable sleep. Her eyelids slowly moved as if that life form was trying to break free, slow at first but getting more frantic as the time past, what had I done?.Carefully I walked over; her Body still motionless, I made sure that my footsteps didnt wake her. The thin beads of perspiration layered her face and I began to gently lower myself onto the bed. Her eyes slowly opened with a troublesome look. She saw me, staring, but her facial expression didnt change, she knew her fate but she probably thought that if she started to fight me or acknowledge me, I would enjoy it. Taking her right hand and placing it on my leg, I could feel the coldness of her limbs. Her life was running low and not before long, shed be dead.Taking the rope which I had purchased the day earlier from C-mart, I tied it around both of her wrists and then to the headboard. Her limbs had no life, no energy, they were flimsy, and there was no struggle to restrain herself from this torment. With her wrists tied, I began to tie up her ankles; each ankle attached to the opposite posts. Her breathing was calm but it had slight irregularities each time that I touched her. "Why, why me?" she asked quietly. Her voice breathless on each word attempted. She was starting to dehydrate. Without responding I continued to carry out my preparation. Hands tied, feet tied, now for her eyes. Taking the belt from my dressing gown, I sensitively lifted up her head and placed the belt around. Her flowing golden hair had now been replaced by a dark, greasy mane that offered no sexual energy, her young, innocent looks had been destroyed and were now more of an old dying man."Please tell me, why me, youre a nice bloke, why do this? She cried, a collection of tears were building up in her eyes. Copyright © 2000 Owned by Allan McNamara. Any reproduction without Permission is a criminal Offence |