Lindsay woke slowly. She moved slowly, finding herself restricted in movement. She opened her eyes in horror. Lindsay was lying on a bed, cuffed to the posts. The bed was coated in petals. She wore a black lace, spaghetti strap nightgown. Lindsay tugged at her cuffs, but she had no movement to gain. She pulled harder, desperately trying to free herself.

"You're awake." said a velvet voice. Lindsay stopped pulling at the cuffs. "I thought you'd be out a little longer. Hannah and Dina certainly were."

The man stepped out of the darkness. He was tall, possibly six foot four. His arms were thick and muscular. He wore no shirt, revealing his tone chest. His hair was short, tipped blonde. Lindsay slid herself back against the wall.

"You don't have to be scared." he said.

"You killed Hannah and Dina. Now you're going to kill me." Lindsay replied.

"No. I won't kill you. I don't want to kill you." he said.

"Then why are you doing this?" Lindsay asked. Her voice shook from fear.

He walked closer to her. He sat on the bed in front of Lindsay. Lindsay tried pushing herself further from the man. He reached out and touched her cheek gently.

"I've heard about you, Miss Monroe. You have a fine eye for detail and a strong passion for your work. You're also quiet beautiful." he said. He kissed Lindsay cheek.

Lindsay squirmed at his touch. His hands came to her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, pinning her. He kissed down her cheek and neck. He kissed every inch of her shoulder. Lindsay squirmed, trying to free herself form his touch.

"Stop! Stop please!" Lindsay pleaded.

He stopped kissing her. He walked to the nightstand near the bed and opened a black case. Lindsay's eyes widened in horror as he pulled out a syringe and vial. She watched the clear liquid filter into the syringe slowly. He switched the vials and continued filling the syringe. The man picked up a third syringe and filled the syringe a third of the way. He tapped the glass twice and ejected what bubbles were inside. He turned back to Lindsay, syringe in hand.

Lindsay tried backing away, but the cuffs held her tightly. "No don't please!"

He grabbed Lindsay's foot and pulled her down the bed. He straddled her and held her left arm against the bed. Lindsay thrashed about beneath him. She screamed loudly. She kicked beneath him, accomplishing nothing. He pushed the needle into her arm roughly. Lindsay screamed in pain. She could feel the syringe injecting the drug into her system. The effects hit Lindsay within seconds. She gasped in a haze. The room grew fuzzy around her. He released her, letting the drugs take over. Lindsay inhaled slowly. Her chest felt heavy as the drugs continued clouding her mind.

Then he straddled her again. He kissed her lips hungrily. Lindsay felt no energy to fight back. She moaned and tried pulling away from him. His hand reached down to her thigh and slowly worked his way up her nightgown. Tears formed in Lindsay's eyes. He kissed and touched her everywhere. He over powered her easily. He didn't need to wait for exhaustion, this was all about overpowering her. Tears rolled from Lindsay's eyes. He pushed up her nightgown. Lindsay screamed as loud as she could, but she knew it was useless. No one was going to help her. He had his victim now.

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yes...this is how sick and twisted i really am. and i am now anticipating tons of hate mail now.

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