Sinner (18+)

Sinner

Sinner

Prologue

Word count : 1669

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He made his way through the crowd in the roads and kept walking.

He stopped at a much less crowded road. There was a restaurant and just some people walking. He stopped for a moment.

He saw a girl come out of the restaurant and stop under the street light. She was a very little being.
Or so he thought so.

He felt like a predator watching his prey from a distance. Something in her wanted him to just feel her pulse. Feel her pulse die slowly. He wanted to see the life leave her eyes.

He watched as she typed away on her phone. She was calling someone.

She smiled into the phone and he felt his blood boil. He really wanted to feel that pulse die now.
She might have ended that call because she was no longer using her phone. She made her way towards the crowded road and walked.

He followed her. He had that glimmer in his eyes. He followed her and they entered an empty alley.

'What is it with people? Why do they all want to die in an alley?' He thought to himself.

The girl came to a stop and glanced behind her. She couldn't see in the dark but she could make out some shadows. She got the eerie feeling of being alone.

She turned around and screamed loudly. The man that stood there clamped her mouth shut. She clawed at his hands and dug her nails into his wrists.

He pushed her against the brick wall and trapped the fragile little being with his body. She struggled and clawed but he wouldn't budge.

He took a something cloth like out and gagged the little being. Little being. He liked it.

He pushed her hands above her head with one hand and ran his other hand up and down her side. He smelled her hair like some creepy pervert.

He slid his hand down her black dress and felt her shiver under him.

His hand made his way towards her thighs and he sniffed her hair again. The rose scented shampoo she used was his favourite.

Sometimes he would fantasize about washing her hair and treating her like the Queen she was and the next moment, he would fantasize about pulling her hair, choking her and fucking the life out of her.

Their world was twisted. They were each other's salvage. Or so he thought.
The little being trembled and whimpered when his hand rubbed just above her panty line.

He harshly inhaled.. He looked in her eyes which were begging for mercy.

He dipped his hand inside her underwear and not a second after he touched her bud, her legs buckled. She shut her thighs tightly and whimpered again.

The alley was filled with whimpers and noises that she made.

He, however on the hand, was not ready to back off. He touched her bud and pinched it.

She let out a muffled scream. He loved seeing her cry and scream for him.

He started rubbing her little pussy with his big rough hand, and all she could do was whimper and moan.

She was disgusted with herself. A criminal was going to rape her. He was touching her where no one ever touched her, and she was moaning. She liked it.