When Laura awoke, she felt dizzy and her body throbbed in pain. She groaned
softly and tried to reach up and touch the back of her head. She was in a
bit of shock. 'What the hell?! Why can't I move?!' The young teen began to
struggle in her bindings, only to find that whatever held her kept on
getting tighter.
"Help me, please!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
There was movement going on in the darkest corner and it seemed rather restless. Tossing her head back and ignoring the sharp stab of pain from doing so, she flung the glasses back onto her nose, hoping that she could see what was going on better. What she saw was something much less than what she wanted. The Jackal was watching her like a starving animal, moving around tentatively. Her guess was that he was trying to figure out what to do with her next, but right now, she didn't care. All she could do was scream.
~*~
'Why does this whore scream so bloody much?' It's not that he minded really, it was just she screamed so much over little things!
Ryan eyed the young woman cheerfully, admiring the job he did on her. Blood had caked her skin all over her cheeks, neck and chest while the wound on her torso still bled slightly, the dark red color bleeding through the cloth covering her.
"How does it feel to be bound just as I was, eh? Comfy enough?"
The Jackal grinned from ear to ear, bowing his head some so that he could peer up at her in the creepy way. He slowly began to walk toward her, taking his sweet, precious time so that he could watch her struggle and squirm. He could hear her stifle her moans and groans every time she moved to suddenly and he cocked his head to the side some before growling and lashing out at her with his claws, swiping her deep across her left, untouched cheek. He brought his hand up and licked the blood from his hand, watching her intently as she wept.
~*~
Laura was experiencing a new type of pain. She had never felt this way before and if she survived this, she very much hoped she never would again. The blood dripping down her cheek made a soft piddle-paddle whenever it hit the thick cloth that bound her. When Laura glanced down, she could she buckles, leather and a thick, faded material that she couldn't name. 'What in good God's name? The bastard put me in a straight jacket!' The young teen's weeping only increased as she thought of what the being before her would do.
"Come to me, whore."
The Jackal reached out and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her along the floor as he giggled maniacally. Laura just screamed again, but it was half-assed. Her throat was feeling raw and when she had tried to beg him to stop as she had before, all she could do was get out a few raspy whispers. After a few minutes of dragging, her lifted her to her feet and threw her into the wall opposite of him. The woman-child whimpered and coughed up blood, spitting it out next to her. She felt tired again..dizzy mostly, but this time she couldn't let herself black-out. The numb cold on her but was getting a little annoying, but she couldn't complain. It was probably her own fault that he had ripped off her clothes. She shivered beneath the skin, but she wouldn't dare let him she her shiver on the outside.
"Leave me alone, you psycho!" She spat with what left of her voice she could muster up.
Ryan wasn't amused at all. Smirking, he walked over to her and tossed her flat on her back. He got down on his knees in front of her and roughly parted her thighs, causing Laura to panic, but she couldn't move anymore, the straight jacket and her wounds were already wracking her body with pain. She yelped softly when he raked his nails over her inner thighs, tearing the sensitive flesh with ease. Upon seeing her blood, Ryan gave a content sigh before he reached into his pants and released his stiff member. Without a second's thought, he rammed into the teen and pumped in and out of her for his own pleasure, gripping the backs of her thighs hard so that she could feel what he was doing to her better. The woman-child squirmed and screamed softly, but nothing stopped him. She tried kicking as well, but it was no use. Her tears and sniffling only made his thrusts more violent and painful. She could tell he was enjoying himself by the sick and twisted smile he gave her, making her shudder in disgust.
"The poor whore is scared..? Well, that's too bad!"
With a final thrust, Ryan moaned softly. He snapped out of his ecstasy quickly and pulled out of Laura, readjusting his pants as he usually did. He laughed when as he watched Laura roll onto her stomach and start to inch away from him, allowing her to do so for his amusement. When she stopped moving, he just figured she passed out again and flickered out of sight.
~*~
'He's gone, finally!'
The young teen began to inch once more, but this time, toward the door to the dark room so that she may have a chance to get the hell out! In the horror movies that she saw, most of the time people got out by the only door leading out. Laura only hoped she was as lucky. When the top of her head hit the door, she winced and sat still for a minute. When her head cleared up, she rolled onto her back and sat up, slowly but surely. 'Now if I could just open the door.' Laura got onto her knees and turned to face the door. With a serious face on, she grabbed the doorknob with her dry lips, turning her head to turn the knob. Just a little more and she would be out! Her gag reflexes began to work their magic on her and she had to pull away from the knob, though the door did open a crack. With a soft, cheerful laugh, she nudged the door open only to be met with a brick wall. The Jackal wasn't nearly as stupid as people took him for.
"Help me, please!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
There was movement going on in the darkest corner and it seemed rather restless. Tossing her head back and ignoring the sharp stab of pain from doing so, she flung the glasses back onto her nose, hoping that she could see what was going on better. What she saw was something much less than what she wanted. The Jackal was watching her like a starving animal, moving around tentatively. Her guess was that he was trying to figure out what to do with her next, but right now, she didn't care. All she could do was scream.
~*~
'Why does this whore scream so bloody much?' It's not that he minded really, it was just she screamed so much over little things!
Ryan eyed the young woman cheerfully, admiring the job he did on her. Blood had caked her skin all over her cheeks, neck and chest while the wound on her torso still bled slightly, the dark red color bleeding through the cloth covering her.
"How does it feel to be bound just as I was, eh? Comfy enough?"
The Jackal grinned from ear to ear, bowing his head some so that he could peer up at her in the creepy way. He slowly began to walk toward her, taking his sweet, precious time so that he could watch her struggle and squirm. He could hear her stifle her moans and groans every time she moved to suddenly and he cocked his head to the side some before growling and lashing out at her with his claws, swiping her deep across her left, untouched cheek. He brought his hand up and licked the blood from his hand, watching her intently as she wept.
~*~
Laura was experiencing a new type of pain. She had never felt this way before and if she survived this, she very much hoped she never would again. The blood dripping down her cheek made a soft piddle-paddle whenever it hit the thick cloth that bound her. When Laura glanced down, she could she buckles, leather and a thick, faded material that she couldn't name. 'What in good God's name? The bastard put me in a straight jacket!' The young teen's weeping only increased as she thought of what the being before her would do.
"Come to me, whore."
The Jackal reached out and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her along the floor as he giggled maniacally. Laura just screamed again, but it was half-assed. Her throat was feeling raw and when she had tried to beg him to stop as she had before, all she could do was get out a few raspy whispers. After a few minutes of dragging, her lifted her to her feet and threw her into the wall opposite of him. The woman-child whimpered and coughed up blood, spitting it out next to her. She felt tired again..dizzy mostly, but this time she couldn't let herself black-out. The numb cold on her but was getting a little annoying, but she couldn't complain. It was probably her own fault that he had ripped off her clothes. She shivered beneath the skin, but she wouldn't dare let him she her shiver on the outside.
"Leave me alone, you psycho!" She spat with what left of her voice she could muster up.
Ryan wasn't amused at all. Smirking, he walked over to her and tossed her flat on her back. He got down on his knees in front of her and roughly parted her thighs, causing Laura to panic, but she couldn't move anymore, the straight jacket and her wounds were already wracking her body with pain. She yelped softly when he raked his nails over her inner thighs, tearing the sensitive flesh with ease. Upon seeing her blood, Ryan gave a content sigh before he reached into his pants and released his stiff member. Without a second's thought, he rammed into the teen and pumped in and out of her for his own pleasure, gripping the backs of her thighs hard so that she could feel what he was doing to her better. The woman-child squirmed and screamed softly, but nothing stopped him. She tried kicking as well, but it was no use. Her tears and sniffling only made his thrusts more violent and painful. She could tell he was enjoying himself by the sick and twisted smile he gave her, making her shudder in disgust.
"The poor whore is scared..? Well, that's too bad!"
With a final thrust, Ryan moaned softly. He snapped out of his ecstasy quickly and pulled out of Laura, readjusting his pants as he usually did. He laughed when as he watched Laura roll onto her stomach and start to inch away from him, allowing her to do so for his amusement. When she stopped moving, he just figured she passed out again and flickered out of sight.
~*~
'He's gone, finally!'
The young teen began to inch once more, but this time, toward the door to the dark room so that she may have a chance to get the hell out! In the horror movies that she saw, most of the time people got out by the only door leading out. Laura only hoped she was as lucky. When the top of her head hit the door, she winced and sat still for a minute. When her head cleared up, she rolled onto her back and sat up, slowly but surely. 'Now if I could just open the door.' Laura got onto her knees and turned to face the door. With a serious face on, she grabbed the doorknob with her dry lips, turning her head to turn the knob. Just a little more and she would be out! Her gag reflexes began to work their magic on her and she had to pull away from the knob, though the door did open a crack. With a soft, cheerful laugh, she nudged the door open only to be met with a brick wall. The Jackal wasn't nearly as stupid as people took him for.