Someone was here and they weren't trying to keep quiet. Pale blue eyes
stared out from the hole in the cage on his head, his gaze falling upon the
stairs. A grin unfurled upon his dead lips and he walked out of what was
left of his half-burnt cell. The fire wasn't exactly too successful on
burning down the basement, but it was good enough to burn half of it.
Who could that be?
The ghost known as the Jackal began to giggle softly, his hand reaching into the front of his straight jacket, his fingers wrapping around the cold frames of a pair of glasses. When he pulled them out and held them at eyes level, he inspected the clear glasses before tossing them onto the bottom step. His fun was just beginning.
~*~
Laura was being a bit careless now since she was close to the bottom of the stairs. A soft clinking noise was heard and she looked down, an unusual shape reflecting the light of the moon. Now taking two stairs at a time, she stumbled about three times. She could make out the object now, a pair of clear glasses.cool. 'These look awesome.' Laura grinned and snatched them up, unfolding them quickly and putting them on.
"Whoa.these feel funky." A soft whisper emitted from her lips.
Giggling now, she hopped down from the last stair and onto the ground with a 'thud.' The cell before her looked pretty big and all the padding had been burnt off, showing only the cement that had held the cell in place. The air was musky, but not to strong. Laura could have sworn she was being watched, you know, that weird feeling that you get like needles biting into your skin.
"Paranoid now, aren't we, Laura?" her own question made her paranoia take another leap.
By now, Laura was feeling a little anxious. It made her feel like she had butterflies and she loved it. The Jackal was watching her carefully, lust clear in his eyes. He had been denied women for so long, even after he had been set free from his prison in the glass house. This woman-child wasn't the most beautiful he had ever seen, but she was good enough. Walking up to her until he was just a mere three inches away from her, he reached out and dragged a single sharp nail down the center of her back, stifling his giggles as he watched her shiver.
"What in the seven hells.?" Laura spun around on her heel only to be roughly shoved backward into the cement wall by the Jackal.
Hello!
Laura was having trouble getting on her feet. The impact between her head and the wall had nearly knocked her out, causing her vision to go black and her head to spin. If this wasn't real, she then obviously didn't know what was. The pain had began to throb throughout her whole body as she sniffled, blinking back tears. Ryan didn't feel like waiting for her to recover. Lashing out at her, he slashed the sides of her face, her neck, her chest, and her torso. Laura screamed and Ryan laughed psychotically. Ryan ripped the black t-shirt from the teen's body along with her bra, staring down at her with a pleased grin.
Look at all these goodies.
The Jackal grabbed Laura's breasts and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between his index finger and his thumb. The young woman screamed, shutting her eyes tightly and thrashing around in attempts to throw the ghost from her.
"Get off, get off, and get off!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Not until the evaluation is all done, sweetie.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of the woman-child's jean shorts and underwear, he ripped them from her body, cutting her outer thighs as he did so. A blood-curdling scream came from Laura's lips and tears began to spill from the corners of her eyes, her hand lashing out in fists and slaps. Not a single attempt hit him. The fact that she was trying to hit him only angered Ryan, causing him to slap her hard.
"Ugh." Laura turned her head to the side and spit out blood.
Don't like my fun now, do we? Ryan hit her again, harder.
A yelp rang out around the area when she was hit again. Laura's blood loss was causing her struggles to mellow down some and the Jackal noticed this. Smirking, he wrapped one hand around the teen's neck until she had to take in her breaths with shallow gulps. Laura opened her eyes and peered into the dead, pale-blue ones of her attacker while her hands tried to grab his wrists. Ryan chuckled and fumbled around with the front of his straight jacket, reaching in, grasping his erection, and freeing it of its barrier. Parting her legs with his knee, he positioned himself between her legs, blew her a kiss, then plunged into her viciously, ignoring her cries as he broke through her virginal shield.
Laura nearly passed out as the monster on top of her rammed into her blindly. She had given up trying to stop him; all she wanted to do was breathe easily and get the hell out! His grasp on her neck was tight, causing her to sputter whenever she tried to take a deep breath. The wounds on her body had felt like hot coals being dropped on her skin. Laura had never thought that rape could hurt so badly. She had begun to beg softly for him to stop, but his grip on her throat tightened and he shifted his weight so that she could feel the full impact of his thrusts.
~*~
'I was enjoying myself tremendously! I knew that the woman beneath me was getting the little 'thrill' she was looking for and it made me grin. She's stopped moving now.that's no fun..'
The Jackal pulled out of Laura and gazed down at her with that sick, twisted look in his eyes. Readjusting his clothes, he grabbed the unconscious teen by the hair of her ponytail and dragged her out of the cell and to somewhere new.
Who could that be?
The ghost known as the Jackal began to giggle softly, his hand reaching into the front of his straight jacket, his fingers wrapping around the cold frames of a pair of glasses. When he pulled them out and held them at eyes level, he inspected the clear glasses before tossing them onto the bottom step. His fun was just beginning.
~*~
Laura was being a bit careless now since she was close to the bottom of the stairs. A soft clinking noise was heard and she looked down, an unusual shape reflecting the light of the moon. Now taking two stairs at a time, she stumbled about three times. She could make out the object now, a pair of clear glasses.cool. 'These look awesome.' Laura grinned and snatched them up, unfolding them quickly and putting them on.
"Whoa.these feel funky." A soft whisper emitted from her lips.
Giggling now, she hopped down from the last stair and onto the ground with a 'thud.' The cell before her looked pretty big and all the padding had been burnt off, showing only the cement that had held the cell in place. The air was musky, but not to strong. Laura could have sworn she was being watched, you know, that weird feeling that you get like needles biting into your skin.
"Paranoid now, aren't we, Laura?" her own question made her paranoia take another leap.
By now, Laura was feeling a little anxious. It made her feel like she had butterflies and she loved it. The Jackal was watching her carefully, lust clear in his eyes. He had been denied women for so long, even after he had been set free from his prison in the glass house. This woman-child wasn't the most beautiful he had ever seen, but she was good enough. Walking up to her until he was just a mere three inches away from her, he reached out and dragged a single sharp nail down the center of her back, stifling his giggles as he watched her shiver.
"What in the seven hells.?" Laura spun around on her heel only to be roughly shoved backward into the cement wall by the Jackal.
Hello!
Laura was having trouble getting on her feet. The impact between her head and the wall had nearly knocked her out, causing her vision to go black and her head to spin. If this wasn't real, she then obviously didn't know what was. The pain had began to throb throughout her whole body as she sniffled, blinking back tears. Ryan didn't feel like waiting for her to recover. Lashing out at her, he slashed the sides of her face, her neck, her chest, and her torso. Laura screamed and Ryan laughed psychotically. Ryan ripped the black t-shirt from the teen's body along with her bra, staring down at her with a pleased grin.
Look at all these goodies.
The Jackal grabbed Laura's breasts and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between his index finger and his thumb. The young woman screamed, shutting her eyes tightly and thrashing around in attempts to throw the ghost from her.
"Get off, get off, and get off!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Not until the evaluation is all done, sweetie.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of the woman-child's jean shorts and underwear, he ripped them from her body, cutting her outer thighs as he did so. A blood-curdling scream came from Laura's lips and tears began to spill from the corners of her eyes, her hand lashing out in fists and slaps. Not a single attempt hit him. The fact that she was trying to hit him only angered Ryan, causing him to slap her hard.
"Ugh." Laura turned her head to the side and spit out blood.
Don't like my fun now, do we? Ryan hit her again, harder.
A yelp rang out around the area when she was hit again. Laura's blood loss was causing her struggles to mellow down some and the Jackal noticed this. Smirking, he wrapped one hand around the teen's neck until she had to take in her breaths with shallow gulps. Laura opened her eyes and peered into the dead, pale-blue ones of her attacker while her hands tried to grab his wrists. Ryan chuckled and fumbled around with the front of his straight jacket, reaching in, grasping his erection, and freeing it of its barrier. Parting her legs with his knee, he positioned himself between her legs, blew her a kiss, then plunged into her viciously, ignoring her cries as he broke through her virginal shield.
Laura nearly passed out as the monster on top of her rammed into her blindly. She had given up trying to stop him; all she wanted to do was breathe easily and get the hell out! His grasp on her neck was tight, causing her to sputter whenever she tried to take a deep breath. The wounds on her body had felt like hot coals being dropped on her skin. Laura had never thought that rape could hurt so badly. She had begun to beg softly for him to stop, but his grip on her throat tightened and he shifted his weight so that she could feel the full impact of his thrusts.
~*~
'I was enjoying myself tremendously! I knew that the woman beneath me was getting the little 'thrill' she was looking for and it made me grin. She's stopped moving now.that's no fun..'
The Jackal pulled out of Laura and gazed down at her with that sick, twisted look in his eyes. Readjusting his clothes, he grabbed the unconscious teen by the hair of her ponytail and dragged her out of the cell and to somewhere new.