Title: Distorted
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Rating: M
Summary: A series of attacks verify that a killer is on the prowl,
and eagerly hunting for his next victim. (GC)
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Chapter 4
Catherine reached up and tried to break free of his hold, but the man was to strong.
"Stop fighting." He growled "It won't do you any good."
Catherine ignored him and tried pulling for his mask, but he moved his head from her reach.
"Tisk,Tisk," he scolded slamming her into the wall "You wouldn't want to give me a reason to kill you when I'm done…" he asked holding her against the wall with one hand now at her throat. "Would you?" he continued as he brought a large knife into her view.
Catherine's eyes grew wide and she dropped her hands.
"Good girl." He loosened his grip from her throat.
"Gil!" she screamed the second she felt him let go.
"I don't like that." He snapped at her as he grabbed her hair. "I suggest you shut your mouth." He pulled throwing her to the bathroom floor.
"No!" she protested when she felt him pull her arms behind her back "Stop!"
The masked intruder ignored her as he pressed his knee into her back.
"Please!" Catherine sobbed "Why are you doing this?"
He still didn't reply as he pulled her to her feet. "You and I are going to have a good time. If you're a good girl then you'll live."
"What do you want from me?" she asked hoping to stall what was to come.
The man ignored her , slapped tape over her mouth. " Just in case." He advised and pulled her from the bathroom.
"It's sad isn't it." The man spoke referring to Gil. "He seems so close but yet he's so far away."
Catherine struggled to break free from his hold as he pulled her toward the bed.
"You women always makes this harder then it has to be." He pulled her close to him, so close she could feel his breath on her skin.
Catherine's body began to shake as he caressed her cheek with his cold, glove covered hands.
"It's not going to be a bad as you think." he whispered pulling her face toward him to press his lips against her tape covered mouth.
Catherine struggled against him once more, trying in vain to slip from his grasp.
"You keep fighting me." He stepped away and shoved her, Catherine lost her footing and slammed to the ground.
The man then turned and walked toward Gil;
"Gil!" Catherine attempted to scream his name through the barricade on her mouth, but only muffled sounds came out.
The man looked over at her as he took out his knife once again.
"No!" another muffled plea in hopes to warn the unresponsive man on her bed.
"He's gone." The man spoke pulling off his mask. "Oops...I guess you've seen my face."
Catherine clamped her eyes shut
"Open your eyes bitch!" he charged at her and violently pulled her off the floor.
Catherine refused, opening her eyes to see him didn't mean good things for her. He obviously had no intention to let her live.
"Open your fucking eyes!" he squeezed at her throat.
Catherine's eyes shot open when she felt her air flow cut off.
"There you are!" he smiled ripping the tape from her mouth
"Pl..ple…" Catherine tried to speak, but he wasn't letting go of her throat.
She began to feel her body lose all of its power and he felt her body being to fall.
"Not yet." He let go of her throat and watched her exhausted figure fall to the ground. "I'm not ready to let you go." He whispered crawling to her side.
Catherine looked up at him, all the while trying to catch her breath.
"I want to hear you scream." He whispered, scrapping the knife across her thigh.
Catherine winced at the pain, but was unable to scream for she hadn't yet caught her breath.
The man didn't let up, he sliced her thigh with his knife again, and again watched as she winced in pain, but still she didn't scream.
"You're tough." he dropped the knife and replaced it with his hand. "Let's see how tough you really are."
Catherine closed her eyes and tried to pull her body from his reach.
"Where do you think you are going?" he stood up and watched as she desperately tried to escape.
As soon as Catherine made it to the doorway of her bedroom he headed toward her. "Time's up." he bent down and by her legs he pulled her back to him. "I know I am going to really enjoy this."
"No!" Catherine pleaded "Please don't do this."
The man ignored her please and pinned her body beneath him. He watched as tears streamed down her face.
"He's a very lucky man." he smiled "What does a man like that have that I don't?"
Catherine didn't respond
"You're trembling." he bent down and kissed her neck. If I had you I would make sure nothing like this ever happened."
Catherine closed her eyes and left the tremors in her body take over "Please stop!" she whispered "Ple... please.."
It wasn't until she heard the sound of his zipper that Catherine began to scream, "Good," he smirked "Just what I wanted to hear."
Catherine tried kicking up her legs to knock him off of her, but her attempts failed. Her body slumped backward with no more will to fight. "Is that it?" he asked as he reached under her shirt and cut off her panties. "Is that all you've got."
Catherine clenched her eyes shut when she felt his hands violate her.
"Your telling me no." he kissed her lips "But your body is telling me something different."
Catherine's eyes remained closed as warm tears flowed down her face. She wanted to be sick, she wanted to scream, she wanted Gil to wake up and save her.
Catherine waited but Gil didn't wake up, he didn't save her and she had no more energy left to scream.
"I....I'm...." she began opening her eyes at the sudden urge to vomit. "I'm...going to be.... sick..." she managed to mutter.
Her assaulter opened his eyes in time to watch Catherine's head turn quickly to her side.
"Fuck!" he screamed quickly pulling away from her. "You fucking bitch!" he zipped up his pants., and began pacing the floor in front of her. "You've ruined it," he screamed " You've ruined the moment!"
In this nightmare Catherine felt momentary relief to have him off of her. She struggled to pull her body to sit up, only to have him grab her hair. Flashing the knife in front of her he didn't waste a second, he covered her mouth and plunged the blade into her side.
Catherine's screams were drowned out by his forcefull hand, as he brought the knife down once more only a few inches from the first wound.
By the fourth strike Catherine's legs had buckled and the only thing keeping her up was her attacker.
Blood ran down the front of her legs and covered her bare feet beneath her. The man kissed her once more without mercy, Catherine took this as her last opportunity. If she was to die like this she would make sure she would take enough of him to help in the investigation. The second she felt his tongue enter her mouth she bit down with as much force as possible.
The man screemd at the sudden stab of pain that coarsed through his body. He grabbed her throat and pulled her from him. "You bitch!" he screamed " You stupid bitch!"
Catherine didn't have anything let in her to even look up at him. He reached up to his mouth as he felt warm blood escape his lips. He didn't utter another word he simply let go of her and let her body slump the floor.
Catherine watched as he walked calmy from her bedroom, and listened as he walked out of her home.
TBC
