Weapon: Machete
There you are~
I can see you and your topsy-curvy body scampering from something.
Scampering away from me.
Oh, you can run but you can't hide. Not in these woods. Not in MY woods. I chuckle at the thought. I look down and, obviously, the hardness is visible. Very visible. It's uncomfortable, true, but my lust overrides it. Nothing can make me quit now.
"Help!" you scream. "Please, somebody help me!"
Oh, no you don't. No one will hear you. Not tonight, not in this area, especially not tonight.
I made sure of that.
You scream again and this time I can detect a hint of fear. Or is it excitement making me hear un-hear-able sounds? Truth be told, your voice makes my hard on harder.
Branches and shrubs are hindering my way but thankfully I have my trusty machete, perfect just for this moment.
Swish, swing, thud.
Swish, swing, thud.
"Help!"
I can definitely outrun you. I can easily have you. But where's the thrill?
You keep on running and suddenly you stop. Hesitation now on your tracks, and I can see why.
A house.
A fucking house. In the middle of the woods? Yes, most definitely. With my money, I can make anything happen, so why not a fucking house in the woods, right?
I use the machete again to down a shrub and that makes you bolting towards the house. Yes... yes... go inside the fucking house. Where I can play with you and no one will hear it. Not in this time...
"Help!" you shout the moment you step on the patio and throw yourself at the door which immediately opens. You close it hard and I can just hear you scrambling for anything to block the fucking door.
Oh, honey. Ha ha.
The door's nothing for my six foot five built, of course. But where's the thrill in that? So, I start hacking on it with my trusty machete.
"No! Please! Go away!" you shout.
Did I mention that your voice makes me harder than ever?
"Don't run anymore, honey. Wait for me there," I say.
"No! Please! Help!"
Hack!
Hack!
Hack!
"A little bit more, honey. Soon I'll be fucking your body!" I call.
One more hack and the door gives up, and a push makes the objects barring it fly in different directions.
Silence.
"Oh, sweetie, we're playing hide and seek?" I climb the short, carpeted stairs.
One.
Two.
Three.
I listen. No other sound.
Four.
Five.
Six.
I look back behind me and survey the mess.
What is it they say when you have a weapon in hand? Yeah, don't look back. And you obviously know it well because at that moment you give a mighty push and send me flying down, down, down the stairs. But if you think you can get away then that's bad. You squeal as you feel my hand on your ankle. You're a little too late for the door, no?
Now, I have you, and I can do whatever I want with your body. And I just have the right bed.
I carry your protesting self up towards my ready room. Claw me, slap me, scream as hard as you can, you can't get away now.
You scream some more as I rip your dress from your body. Still you try to get away but no, darling, I have my ropes here. Scream all you want. I'm gonna fuck you so hard 'til my penis drops.
I survey my work and admire it. You tied up, red welts on your body due to struggle.
"Holy fuckable, you."
Your screams as I ravage you are truly worth it. It makes me want you more.
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You reach your hand on the coffee table and open the drawer. From there, I can see you take out something. You open your hand and by the moonlight, two glittering rings are shining. You sigh and give me a contented smile, all the while fixing the rings on our fingers.
"Happy anniversary, darling," you say, smiling giddily.
And once again, I remember why I had fallen in love with you three years ago and keep on loving you more as time goes by. I feign my sigh and say, "You and your meticulous role-playing games. Happy anniversary. I love you."
