What Lurks at Night

3.

It was a foggy day- I was in a warehouse with a male corpse... Josh Solomon. A bright young man, that I knew- I took him under my wing, and was training him, he had the mind to be a good detective. We would have to write this off as another bear attack, the murderers that the entire state has been after still remained unknown. Deep claw marks on his chest and his skull bashed in, his pants were on the other side of the room with his penis, cut off him and deep in his throat. His jaw was dislocated and wide open.

Monsters tortured him...this would make the paper, and tv news later this evening. Dried blood pools around me staining the cement floor in a dark crimson color. My stomach churns at the sight, but I push aside my emotions and focus on the work I was assigned to. I know that this investigation is far from over. But looking around the cold warehouse, surrounded by the remnants of violence and tragedy, it didn't sit right with me to let the feds take over, to bring justice to Josh was important... he didn't deserve this.

"Rylie!" I heard my name called, as I snapped myself out of my thoughts. Looking back behind me there was John standing in the door way.

"Yes John?" Green hazel eyes, slicked back brown hair, and tan skin. My assistant.

"Staring at it won't solve the crime." His tone was sharp and sarcastic, "You're my assistant John, not my boss." I shot back just as quickly.

I walked out of the warehouse, as police around the area began to wrap it in yellow tape. Two victims, a Jane Doe, and Josh. The reporters would be all over us in an hour. Until then we had time to kill, and I was in a rush to get away from here.
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I looked over at her, unconscious form on the mattress I set her on. My brother was adamant that we chain her wrists, so he did. They were chained together and placed above her head, stepping closer, I grabbed both her feet taking off her old worn out converse that were so worn there were small holes in the fabric, I tossed them both aside to the floor. As I pushed up her jeans as far as they would go... looking down at how smooth her legs were, I ran my right hand over her left leg, while I used my other to hold it up. That erection of mine came back... as I lowered her leg and crawled onto the mattress, getting on top of her. Looking down at her, a few strands of ginger hair in her face as I carefully moved it out of the way, pressing my palm to her cheek... trailing my hand down her slender neck, stopping at the crease of her long sleeve shirt I could see the outline of her tits.

The urge to grope just to feel them was strong.
I pulled my hand away as I sat back, with my knees under me. Staring with frustration... I couldn't yet- I shouldn't- my cock was throbbing, begging for release. Skull was downstairs... as I feel a smirk come onto my face. I stand on my knees reaching down and gripping my cock between my hand as I begin to stroke it, with thoughts playing in my head- letting it imagine her sweet moans, and cries of bliss, from only pleasure I could give her. As I take her the way I want to, forcing her onto all fours, slapping her ass till it's red and bleeding while I pile drive into her tight wet pussy, biting her neck marking her as mine. Branding her flesh with my initials- gods the things I want to do. This woman drove me mad- as I throw my head back letting out a pleasured groan feeling my cock explode, and twitch in my grasp, I cum onto her clothed body. As I pant softly, looking down at my masterpiece. When she wakes up, she'll see my cum marked into her clothes.

I got up and off the edge of the mattress. Looking at her, sleeping so peacefully, maybe I should undress her- I know I wouldn't ever want to wake up dirty. My smirk turned into a grin as I walked over to the side of the mattress and began to strip her, taking off her shirt and carefully placing it on a dusty wooden table, and then sliding her jeans off and placing it on the same table. I looked at her, I didn't take her as a lingerie type, her bra was made of sheer lace, and her underwear was cheeky, and made of red lace like her bra. Her skin was smooth, I just jacked off and already I was hard again. I don't think she'd appreciate waking up to semen on her bare body. It was already on her clothes. I walked off, across the room taking a seat down in an old leather chair, nothing to do but wait till she wakes up.

Don't scream- I woke up, with a pounding headache and nauseous. The words don't scream being the last words I remember. Before my world went black. I came to my senses as I looked around where I was at- an old room with old wooden walls, a cracked dirty glass arched window, I was on a mattress and my wrists chained above my head- and- in my underwear. Sudden embarrassment washed over my face, flooding my cheeks red.

"Good evening, flower." A hollow voice rang out, as I turned my head to where it came from- mr pitch black. I remember now... he and his friend- kidnapped me.

"Why the fuck am I naked?!" I snapped my tone high, the sheer embarrassment left me upset.

"Oh- I ejaculated onto your clothes so I took them off so you wouldn't wake up messy." I blinked. This man, if I can call him that- ejaculated onto my unconscious clothed body and undressed me. Just so I wouldn't be messy?

I glared, now pissed off my eyebrows furrowed.
"Put them back on. NOW!" I demanded. He just continued to sit in that ugly leather chair.

"No." The way he spoke so calmly made me uneasy. My stomach formed knots, and my instincts were screaming.

"What's your name?" His voice hit my ears, it sounded hollow, like he had no vocal cords. I wanted to get up and run. But I was stuck here.
I only hoped that their whims weren't cruel.

I came back to reality realizing he asked my name. "...Valora. Everyone just calls me Val." My voice was tired, deadpan, the realization of never getting free, hit me like a ton of bricks.
"What about you...and your friend?" I ask in return. Not much to do but lay on this mattress. Might as well make conversation.

He cocked his head to the side as if thinking. It was just a simple fucking question that deserved a simple fucking answer. "Alec. But use Lurk, and my friend- is my brother. His name, you'll have to ask him yourself." I needed to figure out a way to gain trust. However hard it may be.

"Will you- remove the chains? I'm hungry, and I have to pee." I stated, it wasn't an ask. And it wasn't a demand. It was a statement. I don't know why I said it like that.

Alec. That was an old name long, forgotten and not used- yet I remember it like yesterday. I snapped out of my thoughts, I guess feeding her was the right thing to do. But then I thought about how fun it would be to make her piss herself. I allowed myself to mull on the decision, before looking at her. I got up, walking to her, as I stopped and bent down picking her up off the mattress and slinging her over my shoulder holding her with one arm. As I headed toward the door and went down the stairs, I headed into the kitchen turning a corner, and there was my brother eating raw fish. He looked at me with a questioning look on his face. "She's hungry."

"Why is she in her underwear?"

"I ejaculated onto her clothes and didn't want her to be dirty." I snickered, deciding to slap her ass with my free hand, and it was a hard smack that left it red. My brother rolled his black sockets, knowing this wasn't what he would do but I didn't give a fuck, as I opened the fridge and grabbed- a pudding cup, and a plastic spoon from a drawer and headed back upstairs.

Placing her down, she was upset- upset looked good on her. "That's a good look, you should wear it more often." Tearing open the lid of the pudding and feeding it to her. She rejected it-. "You said you were hungry."

She looked at me rolling her eyes "I can feed myself." She huffed. I couldn't help but snicker. "If I remove those chains, I'd just have to fuck you, till you piss yourself because you're just too attractive for me to hold back. But if you remain chained- well, I can't do that. I have morals. Now eat or starve, your choice." I remarked curtly. Holding the spoon to her mouth once again, as she rolled her eyes again, but took a bite.

I swear what felt like hours was really just a single hour, as I sat on the edge of the mattress, she was fed, she went pee. She had a gag in her mouth cause she wouldn't shut up. I had my hand on her inner thigh, as I trailed my hand over her covered cunt. I ran my fingers along her lace underwear- before pressing my thumb to her clit. Her cheeks were flush with a gorgeous red, she was already wet, poor thing as I withdrew my hand chuckling to myself. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to your virgin cunt-... yet. For now though, you should sleep. Save up that precious energy of yours. Attitude takes a lot of work." I snickered standing up as I headed to the door and left. Closing it behind me. Tomorrow will be a new and exciting day.