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Title: Tired Hearts
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A/N: Can I make a point that this isn't going to be a lovely chapter, it will be very graphic and I don't want to offend any one. This is an R rating! I can't accept any responsibility for people being upset by the chapter. I have warned you, if your not old enough then you shouldn't be reading this. Thanks
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Katrina was waiting for her boyfriend; her father disapproved of her seeing someone six years older than her. But Andrew was sweet. He was her first serious boyfriend, they had been dating for nearly eight months and so far her dad was none the wiser! She couldn't wait to see him, she always thought this way. As she walked down the dimly lit street with terraced houses behind her she felt worried. She looked over her shoulder nut saw no one. At sixteen she had an active imagination and often thought she was being followed. She always watched those murder reports on cable and often worried that it might happen to her. She knew how to handle it though. She carried pepper spray in her bag and one of those 'Safety alarms'. As she walked up to the bus stop where Andrew would pick her up in five minutes she smiled, she saw a car heading towards her and knew it wasn't him. Andrew usually came to from the road she had just walked up.
Andrew smiled at the pretty girl beneath him. Since his dad had died he was rolling in money. Good old dad had left him the jackpot! And Andrew was enjoying every penny of it. This prostitute was a pretty one, with firm breast a little bit of a belly but by the price she asked for it was no wonder she could afford to eat. Most of the hookers he used were scum, they charged nothing and loved doing it. As he pushed into her for the last time before exploding into the rubber around his sex he let out an almighty moan causing the girl underneath to play along.
Glory as she called herself to her punters hated this one in particular, He was always ruff and held her wrist down and gave her bruises. That's why she charged him so much. She had grown up in a home waiting for someone to rescue her. They never had, her mother had had her and left her to die in the back of an old car. At fourteen she had run away and started her life as a hooker. She was use to it now. You responded to the punters moans and groans, you smiled sweetly and if they wanted a cuddle afterwards (Which this one never wanted) you whispered sweet endearments into their ears. This one though made her hate herself. But she could over charge him and give her four-year-old daughter a treat. Roughly she had about eight punters a day. Six days a week, every week of every year since she was only young. She was only eighteen now but somehow had the mind of a forty year old. She loved the way every one else was out being great things. But as all the other brasses said
"Remember Glory, we sitting on a goldmine mate! Just you remember!"
Her mates were good to her and all helped out with Susan her daughter. As he withdrew himself from her she smiled sweetly. He walked to the bathroom and she heard the shower turn on. Within five minutes she had wiped herself clean and was dressed, awaiting her other half of the money. And Andrew walked from the bathroom fully dressed he looked her up and down and snorted in her face.
"What you want?"
"Me money." She stated it simply if he thought he could get away with not paying he better think again. Instead a large wad of cash was put in her hand, she smiled and turned to leave.
"Same time next week?" Glory's voice sounded fake and professional.
"Yep, now fuck off." His voice was dry and hard. She chuckled to herself as she shoved the wanker's two hundred quid into her purse.
Andrew turned and looked at the clock in his apartment. He was late but was to out of his head on speed to care. But he knew he'd get an earful from the little girl he had acquired to look good on the end of his arm. And maybe one day she let him pop her cherry! He started humming to himself as he jumped into his Mercedes. It was a humid night so he popped the hood off.
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Katrina had waited for nearly as hour. She was so gonna kill that idiot of a boyfriend! She was fuming. She didn't see the normal guy pull up behind her. She didn't hear the clopping of his shoes until it was too late. When she woke up she was sitting in the back of a car and her hands and feet were tied with duck tape. In her mouth her tongue was fury and as she tried to open her mouth she realised her mouth was taped up as well. She began shaking and wriggling. This annoyed Ted and as he pulled the car up he chuckled loudly. He opened the door and then walked to the back door and violently opened it. He grabbed the young frightened girl and growled inwardly. He watched her as she squirmed at his touch. Ted's mind was whirling; he hated this little slag in her tight short black skirt and her disgusting, vile cleavage showing top with no sleeves. She might as well be selling her body to complete strangers. His thoughts were making him angrier by the second. He kicked her to the floor and kicked her once more in the ribs. He left her lying in complete pain satisfied that she wouldn't be able to move and went back to his car. He had often walked down these woods with Faith, the thought of her made his blood boil.
Katrina had never been so scared and so hurt in her life. The strange man scared her more than any one ever had. She had an idea that he was going to get violent and hurt her again. She knew she would probably be raped but she had no idea that she would be lucky to have just that what Ted was going to do to her would not be wished on any one by their worst enemy. She tried to move but she couldn't she was paralysed with fear. She heard leaves and twigs breaking under someone's heavy foot. She hoped it wasn't her abductor, she prayed to a God that after ten years of never uttering his name. She begged for his help.
Ted moved towards the little girl with his mask on and an army knife tucked in his belt. Though the thickness of the leather mask he smiled his private smile. He took his army knife from his belt and cut the girls legs free
"Be a good girl now." He said slowly. Katrina closed her eyes and prayed harder. She felt the coldness of the metal blade against her leg as he cut away her skirt. She felt the blood dripping down her thigh. She kept trying to move her legs but couldn't. Ted smiled again as he felt her stiffened up as he cut away her thongs. They where red, Faiths favourite colour. He tensed up and stared at the dark haired sixteen year old. She looked like his Faith now.
"You're a slag Faith. You strayed away and now you'll learn. I'll teach you that's what's mine is only mine. No-one can have you never…"
He paused and sighed
"I love you Faith. You made me this, you did this." He pushed his finger roughly inside her and made her tense. She was as dry as Faith had been the first time he had used his finger on her.
Katrina cried, tears fell down as he spoke to someone called Faith she realised she would never get out of here alive. She felt him push a finger into her and tried to scream, it was only muffled by the duck tape. Her tears fell and her body was violently shaking. He turned her over and removed her shredded skirt. She was now naked down below. He cut open her wrist restraints and watched her hands fall to the ground limply. He turned her once more to face him and ripped the duck tape from her mouth. Her dry lips pulled with it causing them to bleed. He looked at Katrina now, she was no longer Faith she was now a slag. The one who had caught his eye and he could imagine releasing his seeds into. He took the knife and slid the blade down her arm watching the blood pumping from the wound. He cut open her top and then her bra. Katrina gathered up all her strength and kicked him. But he just lent back and laughed she tried desperately to get up but only fell down again.
"Please…" she cried out weak and pathetically. He laughed in her face and with one small shove pushed her to the floor. Then he took her. He felt her lining within break and was more satisfied. He took her hard and with every push he either hit her sliced her or held her down. Her raped her over and over until he was exhausted he looked down on her. She was gone know and he knew it, she had past out after the first time. Now he checked her pulse while still inside her. When he felt one he slapped her so hard she awoke she stared at him as he stabbed her in the neck. Within minutes the gargling noises stopped and she was dead. He picked the corpse up and bent her over a log, and then he took her from behind. Never before did he ever experience such a wild orgasm.
Finally he pulled himself together and moved the body to a sitting position he then clothed himself and walked from the murder scene. His clothes were now blood stained but he had anticipated this and once in the car changed into a spare t-shirt and jeans. He then put his beloved mask into the bag and put the knife into a tin. He drove away feeling relieved of stress and not an ounce of guilt in him. Now he was going home to Faith, all his anger gone, and she was forgiven for cheating.
A/N I know this wasn't a pleasant chapter but at least now you understand Ted's mind. He is a horrible sick man with a mind illness. However I did pre warn you that this was a descriptive chapter. Let me know what you think… oh and don't worry spuffyness will return. Please review. Thanks.