Wanted

The Scenes [2]

We are already inside my condo. She starts to caress my cheeks. She draws herself closer to me by the second. Her lips are so close to me, that I can feel her breathe on my lips. Roshelle starts to graze my lips. I let her, because it is all a part of the plan. Roshelle takes my shirt shirt off, then I take her shirt off. Her bra has the thinnest layer of lace, letting me see her breast without having to take off her bra. Roshelle takes off her skirt; her thong line was so thin, you could see her vagina. Roshelle starts to brush my chest, making her way down. She unbinds my pants. To be honest, I was actually starting to enjoy it.

"Stick to plan..." I remind myself while Roshelle is giving me an oral.

We are already inside the master bedroom, I really don't give much effort because she is supposed to show me a good time. I was just laying there while she is moaning and groaning my name as she was bounces on my cock.

It's four in the morning, and I am sitting in my chair completely naked. She really does know how to show a guy a good time, too bad she has to go; I put the money on the counter. It was about a hundred and fifty dollars. I'm being nice; either way I am going to get it back. She's a slutty itsy bitsy whore, and I'm giving her a fifty dollar tip.

Roshelle takes the money; she grabs the door knob ready to exit. Before she left, she looks back at me and says, "I had fun tonight," I smirk evilly; she won't be having any fun later.

When she turns the knob and is ready to walk out, I strike her from behind and say,

"If you say one fucking word, I'll cut your throat; don't try me." I say while holding a salient knife closely to her neck. Muffled screams and frustrated movements come from her. I chuckle at the satisfaction of seeing her try; pathetic. I walk closer to the wall, still holding Roshelle. Then, bang! I slam her head against the wall. In a matter of seconds, she was laying unconscious on the floor. Perfect, just as I planned. I drag her body into my basement and I tie her to my wall with chains hooked to her wrists.

It is already four-forty in the morning. I am expecting for her to rouse by now. I sit on my chair right in front of her, playing with the knife I threatened her with. Her hand twitches; perfect. I titter; this is my favorite part. She moves her legs, then her eyes flutter open. Fear fills her eyes immediately; I smirk,

"You finally woke up sleepy-head."

"Let me go," she says helplessly.

"Why? You're just some dirty prostitute that no one cares about. If I kill you, I bet no one will even report you missing."

A tear runs down her cheek. I don't really care about her or her life. Actually, I enjoy the fact that I hurt her verbally. I play with the knife in my hand and chuckle. She's terrified of me; I can see it in her eyes.

"Let's see... I can kill you in many ways. I can strangle you to death, stab you, etcetera, etcetera... your choice."

"Please..." Roshelle pleas softly.

"Err! Wrong answer!" I shout.

"Any last words Roshelle Goldsworthy?" I ask her. She stayes quiet, all I heard were soft whimpers.

"I guess not." I respond.

I walk closer to her and caress her soft thin blonde hair from her face. When I touch her, she trembles; completely perplexed. I hesitate.

You're going to stab her.

No you're not.

Yes you are.

Great, my conscious is starting to kick in.

What are you waiting for? Stab her!

No let her live Payne.

Why should I?

I ignore my conscience and extend my arm, gushing the knife through her stomach. I turn the knife around completely in a circle. Screams of pain and agony came from her. I slide the knife out, leaving her to suffer. Too bad she couldn't crouch down and secure herself.

"Why?" She begs. I ignored it; I walked the the table next to the chair, and exchanged the now bloody knife with a toxic bomb.

I put on my gas mask, and say, "have fun," with an evil smirk on my face. The mask makes my voice sound deeper and more blood curdling. I throw the bomb at a spot next to her, and quickly close the door behind me.

I sit in my chair and take out my laptop because all my cameras are hooked up to my laptop; for I can watch them suffer. There she is gagging, and bursting for air. It makes me laugh, the way she was trying. I get up from my chair and walk to the mirror.

"Oh Payne, you've done it again," I smile while talking to my reflection. I fix my hair and continue.

"With your good looks and charm. No wonder your FBI'S most wanted in Dimension B. The guys and Nomis would be so proud. If only they were here with me." I sit back in my chair. Looking at my laptop, I realize that Roshelle is still alive.

"Can't you die already you stupid cunt!(?)" I say annoyingly. Then suddenly she stops moving.

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