On The lake
part 2
--warning has some disturbing scenes, for mature audiences only!--
"Come on sweet stuff, can you stand?" the man asked, as he got out of the car and walked to the passenger side where Kate was sitting nervously, hands clamped together, her knuckles white with pressure. She tried to stand but immediately sat down again. She had a pounding headache. Moaning she put her head in her hands and tried to make the pain subside. But the man would not permit this. "Oh, you have a hangover do ya? Well, suck it up lady cause you're coming inside with me - hangover or no hangover." With that, he swung her up onto his back, and carried her into his apartment. Fiddling with his keys only made Kate even more nervous and she weakly stood beside the door, waiting for him to open it. After what seemed like forever, the door swung open, and he pushed Kate in roughly. Kate, barely being able stand, let alone walk staggered and then fell on the floor. "No, no, no. You're a weak little thing, aren't ya?" he said pushing her towards what seemed like the bedroom. The apartment was disgustingly messy. There were dirty pots, pans and other utensils littered everywhere. The fridge was open, a bunch of rotting vegetables, fruits and other pieces of food were in it. There was grease and grime in the walls and floors. Once inside the bedroom, the man pushed Kate roughly onto the bed. This room seemed to be the cleanest room in the apartment. The bed had red covers and the windows had matching curtains. There was no other pieces of furniture in the whole room. Kate, finally managing to get her breath back whispered as loud as she could. "Who are you and what'd you want with me?" The words came out strangled and sounded as though it was not her voice.
"What did you ask me?" he taunted, in a sickeningly sweet tone which Kate knew meant trouble.
"What do you want with me?" she asked him again, much louder this time, and with more confidence.
"WHAT?!?" he yelled.
"I said. 'What do you want with me?'" Kate tried to yell but immediately regretted it, as a burning sensation began to climb up her throat.
"As for who I am, let's say you can call me James. As for what I want, I want you to make love to me." he told her, walking towards the bed.
"No." was all Kate said. she had promised her mother that she wouldn't - not until she was married. Anyway, she was catholic and that was part of her beliefs.
"Make love to me." he demanded again louder
"No!" Kate stood firm to her answer, if he wanted sex with her, the only way he would get it was if he raped her.
"Now, now, now!" he yelled, now inches away from her face. Kate could now smell his breath, moldy and rotten, like the morgue full of dead carcass' - none of them taken care of. As she was beginning to faint from the torrid smell, Kate began inching her way across the room. Away from James and his deathly smell. Toward the door. "Oh, no you don't. You're not leaving until you do as I say." he told her snidely, then moved in-between her and the door- cutting Kate off from her only means of escape...
Kate immediately began to try and disappear into the wall, but it didn't work. Once again he stated his dirty request.
"Make love to me. I know you want to, yes, you do don't you? Huh? Tell me how much you want it."
"No." he was doing it again. Words, phrases all jumbled up were twisting, twirling inside her unable to escape. "No, I hate you! Please let me go, I'm begging you - please." she whispered until hoarse, tears streaming down her face into little pools on her shirt.
"No, ya gonna have to do better than that baby." James began to advance onto her as he followed her across the room. Inch by inch. Left than right. Kate tried to escape until James made a mistake. He was in the middle of undoing his fly when Kate saw an opening and made a dash for the door.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, realizing what had happened. "Come here you!" he said rushing after her.
Kate had now escaped into the kitchen. "Think you can get away, huh? Well guess what?" said James as he slowly opened a drawer next to Kate and slid his had inside. Kate watched, seconds feeling like minuets, sweat beginning to pour down her forehead as she waited for what ever was in the draw to come out.
Inside, Kate knew what it was going to be and half of her almost hoped that it would do it's duty and kill her in an instant, sending blood flying everywhere or quietly without any mess or sound.
The other part of her wished that she could run away from this place, all the bad memories, all that had happened in the past weeks. Everything. But she knew it wasn't that simple. Suddenly, James drew out the long-awaited tool. Ready to use it, James lifted it out and held the knife to Kate's throat. "Now, your going to have to listen to me, aren't you?" were what Kate heard last before she landed on the cold, hard, greasy floor...
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part 2
--warning has some disturbing scenes, for mature audiences only!--
"Come on sweet stuff, can you stand?" the man asked, as he got out of the car and walked to the passenger side where Kate was sitting nervously, hands clamped together, her knuckles white with pressure. She tried to stand but immediately sat down again. She had a pounding headache. Moaning she put her head in her hands and tried to make the pain subside. But the man would not permit this. "Oh, you have a hangover do ya? Well, suck it up lady cause you're coming inside with me - hangover or no hangover." With that, he swung her up onto his back, and carried her into his apartment. Fiddling with his keys only made Kate even more nervous and she weakly stood beside the door, waiting for him to open it. After what seemed like forever, the door swung open, and he pushed Kate in roughly. Kate, barely being able stand, let alone walk staggered and then fell on the floor. "No, no, no. You're a weak little thing, aren't ya?" he said pushing her towards what seemed like the bedroom. The apartment was disgustingly messy. There were dirty pots, pans and other utensils littered everywhere. The fridge was open, a bunch of rotting vegetables, fruits and other pieces of food were in it. There was grease and grime in the walls and floors. Once inside the bedroom, the man pushed Kate roughly onto the bed. This room seemed to be the cleanest room in the apartment. The bed had red covers and the windows had matching curtains. There was no other pieces of furniture in the whole room. Kate, finally managing to get her breath back whispered as loud as she could. "Who are you and what'd you want with me?" The words came out strangled and sounded as though it was not her voice.
"What did you ask me?" he taunted, in a sickeningly sweet tone which Kate knew meant trouble.
"What do you want with me?" she asked him again, much louder this time, and with more confidence.
"WHAT?!?" he yelled.
"I said. 'What do you want with me?'" Kate tried to yell but immediately regretted it, as a burning sensation began to climb up her throat.
"As for who I am, let's say you can call me James. As for what I want, I want you to make love to me." he told her, walking towards the bed.
"No." was all Kate said. she had promised her mother that she wouldn't - not until she was married. Anyway, she was catholic and that was part of her beliefs.
"Make love to me." he demanded again louder
"No!" Kate stood firm to her answer, if he wanted sex with her, the only way he would get it was if he raped her.
"Now, now, now!" he yelled, now inches away from her face. Kate could now smell his breath, moldy and rotten, like the morgue full of dead carcass' - none of them taken care of. As she was beginning to faint from the torrid smell, Kate began inching her way across the room. Away from James and his deathly smell. Toward the door. "Oh, no you don't. You're not leaving until you do as I say." he told her snidely, then moved in-between her and the door- cutting Kate off from her only means of escape...
Kate immediately began to try and disappear into the wall, but it didn't work. Once again he stated his dirty request.
"Make love to me. I know you want to, yes, you do don't you? Huh? Tell me how much you want it."
"No." he was doing it again. Words, phrases all jumbled up were twisting, twirling inside her unable to escape. "No, I hate you! Please let me go, I'm begging you - please." she whispered until hoarse, tears streaming down her face into little pools on her shirt.
"No, ya gonna have to do better than that baby." James began to advance onto her as he followed her across the room. Inch by inch. Left than right. Kate tried to escape until James made a mistake. He was in the middle of undoing his fly when Kate saw an opening and made a dash for the door.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, realizing what had happened. "Come here you!" he said rushing after her.
Kate had now escaped into the kitchen. "Think you can get away, huh? Well guess what?" said James as he slowly opened a drawer next to Kate and slid his had inside. Kate watched, seconds feeling like minuets, sweat beginning to pour down her forehead as she waited for what ever was in the draw to come out.
Inside, Kate knew what it was going to be and half of her almost hoped that it would do it's duty and kill her in an instant, sending blood flying everywhere or quietly without any mess or sound.
The other part of her wished that she could run away from this place, all the bad memories, all that had happened in the past weeks. Everything. But she knew it wasn't that simple. Suddenly, James drew out the long-awaited tool. Ready to use it, James lifted it out and held the knife to Kate's throat. "Now, your going to have to listen to me, aren't you?" were what Kate heard last before she landed on the cold, hard, greasy floor...
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