Still at the killer's place...house, "You wanted to play games so fucking badly. So, I'm going to play them right back. But better, my dear. My little friend here is going help me out here with it. Should keep you fucking busy for the next twenty-four hours", the killer tells me while patting the machine...like it's a bloody dog or something. With an evil laugh. Then, they add, "Bye, my dear. Don't miss me too fucking much" still with an evil and lustful giggle. Also, with a smile even though I truly couldn't see it...the smile. Due to that bloody ski mask their still wearing. But I just bloody knew they were. Sick bloody bastard!
They turn the machine on while still an evil and lustful giggle. Along with, bloody smiling about it. I'm bloody sure even though I still couldn't see it...the smile!
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All of a sudden, the machine starts moving in and out of me...my arse and lady bits...over, over and over again...continuously. The dildos were pretty good size. But not their bloody size. Now, couldn't have that now could we, you sick bloody bastard? This is going to be a very long one. Twenty-four bloody hours of this bloody crap. Bloody hell!
They grab a remote off the machine while I don't holler or even scream out loud...at all. I just bloody take it. What else could I bloody do? Besides, giving this bloody bastard that kind of satisfaction...pleasure...whenever I do it. I don't bloody think so! I'm not going to do that! But however, I did cry..a little. But that's because I'm furious as bloody hell at them, myself and this bloody situation I'm currently in.
They walk out of the room while closing and locking the door behind them.
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On the other side of the door...outside of it, they just wait by the door while listening to see if I holler or even scream out. Because of this bloody machine fucking me.
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After some time...whenever they don't hear me screaming or even hollering out...like how they'd wanted and/or needed me to be, they just turns the machine up...a little bit more. Then, they just stay there and wait while turning the machine up even more so until they finally overhear me screaming and hollering out loud. Because of the bloody thing...the machine...which I truly tried not to...scream or even holler out. But bloody hell! A woman can only take so bloody much...hurt, pain and/or etc..
The bloody machine just keeps continuing to fuck me. It fucks me so bloody hard. Fast. I just cum so many different times on...whenever I had to...which will be twenty-four hours worth of this bloody crap. Bloody hell!
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In the meantime...back at the station, "Let's just go out and search some more for her", the sheriff tells both of the guys...DeWayne and Nik...while getting more frustrated about all of this. Plus, still worrying and etc. about me. Hoping and praying, I'm still alive.
"You got it, sir", they both reply...at the same time.
They all...DeWayne, Nik and the sheriff...walk over to the doors.
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The sheriff opens one of the doors. They all...DeWayne, Nik and the sheriff...walk out of the station...one right after the other one...Nik leads the way. They all walk over to their own vehicles while digging their keys out of their front pants' pockets. Nik's taking his bike this time around so they could separate. It's more ground to cover that way...going to different places from one another.
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A Partner's Journal
Mystery / Thriller'A Partner's Journal' is story/book about a police detective named Raven Spencer. She lives in a very small town...which is called Salem Creek. Where everybody knows everybody...too dang much and well. And everything that everybody says, does and...
