Chapter 13:

Tears welled up in Elena's eyes as she wrapped her arms reassuringly around Vera, she wanted to be brave, but she worried that there was no hope. She prayed these evil people would just take what they needed, then leave peacefully without any harm coming to her or Vera. Her elderly friend rested her head on Elena's shoulder as Vera began crying "Please...I'll give you money, if that's what you want" and Elena gently rushed her fingers through Vera's silvery grey hair. Charles rolled his eyes before yelling angrily "I'm not running a social club, shut the fuck up" then he waved the gun towards the livingroom and advised "bitch, I'd be quiet if I was you...now get the fuck, in there". Tiffany was fiddling with the front-door keys she snatched from Vera, as Charles guided the two petrified victims into the livingroom. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled sinisterly, before grabbing her weapon which she'd tucked into her pants. Charles smiled cheerfully when Tiffany casually strolled into the room, before he announced "please, everyone...make yourselves comfortable", then nodding towards the sofa, he insisted "take a seat".

Vera trembled with fear as she sat down and Elena sat beside her, her arms still resting gently around Vera. "Don't worry, everything will be okay" she whispered into Vera's ear as she softly rested her hand on the elderly womans. Clutching his shot-gun, Charles threw himself onto the sofa facing them before yelling angrily "hey, this isn't a fucking social gathering", then he glanced at Tiffany who was peeking out of the window and asked "babe, anything out there". Tiffany stood motionless, playing with her gun before spinning around on her heel and answering "no, everything seems normal". Rushing over to Charles, Tiffany sat on the armchair behind his head and gently tickled his forehead, before Vera whimpered "what do you want"

"Money" cheerfully answered Charles as he rested on the sofa and Tiffany massaged his temples, "Babe, that feels great" he murmered happily before asking Vera "do you ever get stressed, am not going to lie...today's been a very stressful day"

"If you want money, I'll give you money" tearfully replied Vera

"That wasn't the fucking question" snapped Charles, before yelling "why can't you answer, a fucking question. All I wanted, was a fucking answer". Leaping to his feet, Charles grabbed his shot-gun which had been resting on his chest, then charged towards Vera with his fists clenched before Elena cried "please, she's an old woman...who is scared". Charles cackled psychotically before turning around, he calmly walked back to the sofa then sat down. "Now, tell us, were the money is" demanded Tiffany as she continued to play with the gun

"Okay...Okay, just let us live" begged Vera her hands clasped together

"You're in no position, to bargain" giggled Tiffany who was now circling the two victims

"Tell them, Vera...just tell them" mumbled Elena with tears falling down her face, before sneering at Tiffany and Charles with disgust then shouting angrily "you're both monsters"

"Oh-my-god" sighed Tiffany with frustration as she rubbed her temples, then complained "I've got a really bad headache...all I asked, was were the money is"

"Upstairs, there's a plant pot by the stairs...it's buried in the soil" revealed Vera between sobs

"How much?" asked Charles with a sardonic grin

"Around ten thousand, my money...it's all in the bank" apologized Vera

"That's plenty" Charles chuckled before turning to Tiffany, stroking her cheek and saying "keep an eye on them, I'll go and get the money". Tiffany yawned with boredom as she watched Charles who was delighted, rush out of the room. He ran up the staircase, then instantly noticed the marble plant pot, he grabbed his knife which was tucked into his sock and used it to dig through the soil. He felt amazing, happy and lucky as he grabbed the bundles of cash and threw it into a bag he'd kept in his pocket. "I've got it" announced Charles rushing down the stairs, before bursting into the livingroom and leaping onto Tiffany. They both fell onto the couch, Tiffany was giggling childishly as he pecked her neck and fondled her breasts. "Charles...stop" laughed Tiffany as she pushed him away, before her face slackened and her brows furrowed "oh, god...I'm sorry" apologized Tiffany as a feeling of dread overwhelmed her.

"Fucking hell...Tiffany, how could you" furiously snapped Charles as he stood up and slammed his hands against his sides. "They know both are names" explained Charles

"Please...we didn't hear any names" claimed Elena

"Shut up" grunted Charles

"We've got to do something, Charles, we've got to" mumbled Tiffany with a hint of sadness

"Okay, have we decided" replied Charles as he held his shot-gun

"I don't think...I can be here" admitted Tiffany

"You can do this" assured Charles before insisting "get your gun ready"

"No...I can't kill someone, it's totally different to robbing someone" explained Tiffany almost tearfully before she scurried towards the door

"Tiff...don't..." Charles yelled out, but it was to late, she'd already ran out of the room. Elena was shocked, she knew what was coming, but she didn't want to die, she was desperate to survive. "Okay ladies, time's up" calmly smiled Charles as he pointed the gun towards them, before boasting "don't worry, I've done this before". Elena closed her eyes before jumping off the couch, she broke out into a run and quickly rushed out of the room. Letting out a blood-curdling scream, her eyes flickered back and forth, checking if he was behind her or not as she scurried down the hallway. "Tiffany, Tiffany...fucking Elena's out" yelled Charles who wouldn't leave the livingroom, worried about Vera making a run for it. "You've got your money, now let me go" desperately begged Vera, before Charles whose face was contorting with anger charged towards her.

"Please, no, don't hurt me" screamed Vera before Charles grabbed his soil-stained blade and slashed her arm. She threw herself onto the floor, begging for mercy as she crawled helplessly towards the door. She was in agonising pain as Charles grabbed fistfuls of her hair then began bashing her face into the floor. Blood was pouring from her mouth, the elderly woman was desperately clinging onto her life, Charles smiled when he heard her skull crack before he released her from his grip. Whatever she was saying, Charles couldn't understand and he didn't care. He kneeled beside her, then with a swift movement, slit her throat from ear to ear. The sound of the old woman gurgling and choking on her blood made Charles delighted, he watched as the carpet became crimson red and her body finally stopped moving.

Tiffany was panicking and petrified, clutching onto her gun she raced frantically through the house, searching for Elena. "Fucking, bitch" she muttered to herself, she didn't want to take someones life away from them, but if she had to, she would especially if it meant saving herself and Charles from a long-term stay at prison. She could hear the womans cries and crazed rants, the crazy bitch sounded demented. Tiffany realised the woman was in the kitchen, she could have a weapon, she may be waiting for Tiffany, waiting to attack. Holding her gun, Tiffany caustiously stepped towards the kitchen before she noticed Elena rush past the kitchen door. Tackling her to the ground, Tiffany cried "why, why", Tiffany wanted to know why Elena ran. Couldn't she have simply faced death, she was doomed to die anyway. As Tiffany pinned Elena to the floor, she no longer felt weak and powerless, instead she felt strong and powerful, she felt the same as when she stole the drugs of Paco. Andrenaline was rushing through her veins, she was overwhelmed with excitement and a sense of adventure, she felt like an outlaw. Bonnie and Clyde, that's who she thought of, that's who she believed she was like with Charles. Two outlaw lovers, who everyone feared. She wanted to feel it, she wanted to feel someone die by her hands, she wanted to feel her life slowly drain from the body.

Charles staggered towards Tiffany looking relieved, "babe, you got her" he sighed with a slight smirk before Tiffany whipped Elena across the face with her revolver. "Pass me your knife" demanded Tiffany with a look of madness in her eyes. Charles looked at Tiffany proudly as he tossed her his knife, Tiffany grabbed it then smiled "thanks, sweetie". Elena murmered "please" before closing her eyes tightly and screaming in agony, as she felt a searing pain in her chest. Tiffany viciously stabbed the woman repeatedly, blood was spewing from the gaping holes in Elena's chest and stomach, it was oozing from the wounds and splattering across Tiffany's face. She was cackling and giggling. Charles looked at her admiringly, as she let out an orgasmic sigh and collapsed onto the body. She looked beautiful, Charles looked at the woman, he decided at that moment, he loved. He seemed hypnotized, before rushing over and grabbing her tightly around the wrists "what are you doing, Charles" questioned Tiffany. He dragged her up the stairs, then burst into the first bedroom he found. Throwing the giggling Tiffany onto the bed, he pounced on her, stroked her cheek and kissed her lips. "Oh, Charles, I..." she was cut off as Charles slowy started to move his lips on hers. Their lips moved in time with each other and Charles raised his hands up to her hair and tangled his fingers in it. His other hand, he pulled up to her face and cupped her cheek in his hand. She raised up his blood soaked shit and slwly started to feel his muscular body. Tiffany moved from his lips to his neck, thrusting herself onto his thighs. Charles delicately placed his hands on her lower back, slipping one hand down the back of her tight denim jeans. She was in a total daze, all she cared about was how good it felt kissing Charles.

"I-Love-You" panted Charles through the hard kissing and touching, that did it for Tiffany. She peeled of her top and jeans, then pressed her chest against Charles', while slowly running her hands over his crotch. He started kissing her jawline, he was leaning over her as he did so. He moved from her throat, down to her collar, then gently pecked her breasts. He touched her body so gently and passionately, she smiled when he gently kissed her stomach. Tiffany sat up and unbuckled his belt with one hand, using the other to run his fingers over his stomach. He then climbed on top of her, turned her head to the side and slowly licked her neck. She moaned with pleasure and delight as he rubbed her breasts and gently entered her with a powerful thrust. For the first time, Tiffany was having sex with the first man and only man she had ever loved. It wasn't forced, or a truly horrific experiance. Instead it was nice, pleasurable and romantic.

Chapter 13 finished

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