The bartender must've not noticed the man slipping that pill in her drink. Or maybe he did notice, and he was in on it too? Regardless of who knew that, she woke up to the man she was flirting with in her drunken stupor the night before. He stood at the kitchen counter a feet away from her, pouring liquid from a bottle onto a napkin.
She was chained to the top of the dining table in the kitchen, bound so tightly that she couldn't feel her hands ir feet. Duct tape covered her mouth, supressing her sobs.
He turned away from the counter to face her, napkin in hand, dark intentions played out in his head. His dark eyes move over her exposed body on the table and his mouth curved into a twisted smile. In one swift , fluid motion, the man ripped the duct tape from her mouth, releasing her sobs echo through the kitchen.
'Please, please don't rape me...' She begged him. He gave a shock expression. 'Rape you? I'm shock actually... Offended that you'd assumed that to be my intentions.' he replied a dissapointed look on his face. 'I'm not a rapist. Rapists disgust me.' Not a second after that, the man's face went back to the twisted smile. He chuckles, looking straight into her eyes, 'No, what I'm about to do is much, much more... satisfiying.' pleased with his choice of words.
He then forced the napkin onto her face and she shook on the table in a vain effort to escape, his cruel smile never fading. The last thing she heard before slipping into unconsious was, 'I wonder if you taste as good as you smell...'
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A book full of HORROR || One shots
ParanormalThis is just a collection of horror stories for you who enjoy them. Paranormal actives, odd creatures and other mysteries. But do beware as this may haunt your living soul forever...
