Revenge and Innocence..

Prologue

The more the clock ticks, the more her heart pounds.

Tick, tock, pound.
Tick, tock, pound.
Tick, tock, pound.
Pound, pound, pound.

The more her heart pounds, the more pain she feels, the more she screams.

Pain, scream.
Pain, scream.
Pain, scream.
Scream, scream, scream.

Never ending screams. He had done this to her. He brought her alive in such a new way. It was a way she had never known before, a way only he was designated to show her. The terror in her blue eyes was pure and raw, and all for him. It was just the way he liked it. It was so erotic how her body twisted and writhed with the new pain and sensations coursing through her as she tried to escape the bonds on her wrists and ankles. She screamed but the sound was muffled considerably by the gag he had shoved in her mouth hours ago. Couldn't have her drawing attention. Not yet anyways. It was too bad. There was so much for them to do, so many screams he wanted to hear, but it just wasn't to be. It was too dangerous. There wasn't enough time.

He kept a strict schedule, something he never strayed from. Keeping the schedule was very important. It allowed no room for mistakes or upstarts. It gave him enough time to enjoy his little play things then move on to the next. He wished for once that he could be a little lax. She had been an excellent choice, the sound of her screams were unlike any other, but the schedule was in place for a reason. He had to be strong. He could not stray.

It didn't matter now anyways. He'd already found his next toy. His groin jerked in anticipation. The new toy would be above all the others. He just knew it. Even now he was forming the plan, laying out a new schedule. He would have to tread carefully, do his research, and then finally put the plan in motion. He'd incorporate enough space for more time to enjoy his next toy. For now though, he had a perfectly good play thing he was dying to finish off.

He laughed. It was a manic sound even to his own ears that bubbled from deep in his chest. He didn't care that he sounded crazy. He was having so much fun. Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing.

His victim struggled against the bonds, but she was well and truly immobilized. She couldn't fight him. Did she really think that she could escape him or the prison he had chosen for her? She wouldn't escape until he chose to let her go. Still, like many others before, his little toy fought against the drugs he continuously pumped into her system. She knew what was coming for her-mostly. He could see it in her eyes, but in truth, she couldn't possibly know what he had planned for her. He groaned and his body hardened at the thought of the next phase. The final stage. He traced the knife over her lips and down her bare body. His victim shivered from feeling the cool metal of the blade on her skin, her eyes widened, her breath hitched. It was time.