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.But she tempted me, like always.Damn it, my cock was straining at the thought of fucking her for the first time.I picked up the cuffs attached to the chains and secured her wrists and ankles to the metal frame of the bed.My chest was heaving as I looked down at her.I closed my eyes to calm myself down.I needed this to be perfect and she needed a bit longer to come to.I’d waited so long, I could wait five more minutes.I went to the table next to the bed and examined my tools, all neatly lined up in a row.Longest to shortest.I liked order.My cricket bat had been scrubbed clean and freshly oiled.It had taken some cleaning, with fragments of brain matter from girl number six stubbornly clinging to it.The wrench was spotless and gleaming.My carving knife was next, but that definitely needed cleaning properly, it had blood on it already.A syringe and some bottles of Methadone were handily placed, to keep them nice and compliant.Last, but not least, was a box of matches.I’d never used them before, but I figured Mia’s waist length hair was the perfect kindling.Why just ruin her face and body when I could burn off one of the things that she used to tantalise me with? I still couldn’t believe that she’d rejected me, three times.She didn’t deserve to be pretty anymore.I hummed to myself as I walked over to the old stone sink in the corner of the vast empty space.I always hummed Roxanne by “The Police,” as I got myself into the right frame of mind.My natural frame of mind, not this persona I was forced to wear to fit in.The song seemed fitting, a song about whores, for whores.I turned on the tap and meticulously washed and scrubbed the knife until the water below changed from red to clear and I could see my face in the knife’s reflection.Why didn’t Mia want me? I was good looking.No, not good looking, I was handsome.A had a head of dark hair, chiselled features and a body that was sculpted and toned.I worked out.A lot.Why the fuck didn’t she want me? What did her precious Gabe have that I didn’t? I laughed again.He didn’t have her.Not anymore.She was mine now.I heard her muttering and smiled to myself.She was finally coming around.Showtime.NightmareI kept drifting in and out of consciousness, flashes of street lights, the noise of a car’s gear stick crunching, a voice talking to me.Everything was dreamlike, snippets of lucidity before I crashed back under.I felt my eyelids flutter again and tried to lift my head, but it felt so heavy, along with the rest of my body and limbs.When I managed to open my eyes, everything was out of focus, I felt like I was drunk, incredibly drunk or high even.I was aware that I was lying on a very uncomfortable bed, one of the broken springs was digging into my back, and it felt like I was spinning on a fairground ride, with nausea clawing at my stomach, a dry mouth and a seriously sore neck.My brain was racing, but all the thoughts running through my head seemed to make no sense.The last that I remembered was checking for my taxi outside Milo’s house and him suddenly grabbing me from behind.Hurting me.I heard a noise and tried to turn my head, but it just lolled to the side.I could barely make out the rough silhouette of someone standing next to me.‘Gabe?’ I slurred.My voice sounded wrong and my throat hurt.I tried to reach out my hand to him, but its progress was suddenly stopped by a loud clattering of metal chains and a painful tightening around my wrist.I twisted it and winced as I felt rough metal scratch at my skin.Was I handcuffed? I didn’t have a clue what was going on.Suddenly I heard a voice talking, but it sounded all distorted, like a slow motion cartoon, with me underwater.I knew for sure that wasn’t Gabe’s voice, besides he’d never leave me in this confused state without comforting me.‘Mia, Mia, Mia.What am I going to do with you now that I’ve finally got you?’‘Milo?’ I couldn’t comprehend why I felt so ill, nor why was I handcuffed to a bed with Milo looking after me.‘I wanted you the moment I saw you, you were going to be the one that I worshipped, but you tuned out to be just like all the others, didn’t you? Pretty blue eyed, brunette whores,’ his voice hissed in my ear.‘Do you know how hard it’s been finding the right time to take you with that idiot always at your side? I should’ve finished him off with my car when I had the chance, while he was lying in the street unconscious.It would have been so easy.’‘Milo,’ I moaned.The room was spinning faster and faster, but the longer I tried to keep my eyes open, trying to focus on his face and to listen to what he was saying, the worse I felt.Why was he being so nasty to me? What was happening? It sounded like he was telling me that it was him all along that had hurt Gabe.Where was Gabe? I wanted him so badly right now.‘You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mia.You don’t normally dress like this up there, when you’re parading your body.Let’s remove some for you.’‘No,’ I begged.I felt metal sliding up my leg, closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, up over my stomach and then repeated all the way down the other side.A couple of sharp tugs and my yoga pants were ripped from under me.I held my breath as the room spun and the scissors cut through my crop top like butter.‘Please, no,’ I pleaded.I wasn’t wearing a bra.The scissors made short work of the straps over my shoulder and the material was peeled back and yanked away, leaving me in just my knickers.‘Your tits are even better than I remembered,’ came the voice as his hand ran down my breastbone, between them.‘Stop it,’ I cried.‘You don’t give the orders, I do,’ he hissed.‘Let’s get rid of these knickers, so I can see my prize in all its glory.’ I thrashed my head as I felt the small strip of material being ripped by his hands and slithered from underneath me.I was naked, cuffed and vulnerable.Why was Milo doing this to me? I felt my stomach churn and saliva flooding my mouth.I instinctively knew that I was going to be sick and tried to roll, to hang my head over the side of the bed.As I tried, I realised that not only were both sets of hands chained, so were my feet.I just managed to tilt my face as I threw up.My head was pounding as I retched again and again, and I started sobbing as I felt the warm wet fluid gliding over my bare skin.‘For Christ’s sake.You dirty bitch,’ he snapped.‘Now I’m going to have to clean you up, no one wants to fuck a whore covered in vomit, do they?’‘Don’t,’ I whispered and heard a heavy sigh.‘It’s inevitable, Mia.We were always inevitable.Well, I guess I’ve waited this long, another few minutes isn’t going to kill me.’I heard footsteps leaving as I cried to myself, my stomach turning again at the vile smell invading my nostrils, as well as the taste of bile my mouth.I closed my eyes tightly, which seemed to help, as I took pained gasps for air between the sobs that wracked my body.This wasn’t like Milo, surely this wasn’t happening? He sounded so angry and … psychotic.I couldn’t believe how badly I’d misjudged him, that all along everyone had been right, that he wasn’t trustworthy.I was terrified and totally defenceless chained to this bed.It sounded like he was going to … I could hardly bring myself to think it, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to rape me.I gasped as I was hit with the sudden realisation that not only had Milo abducted me, but that he was the Campus Killer, and unless I did something and fast, I was never getting out of this alive [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]