Perfect murder

Part 13 Doll

As I went in the fancy restaurant matters stared going off. First of all, I was so underdressed that the waiter asked me whether I was the cleaner. And I reckoned I was nicely dressed in black skinny ripped jeans, white tee and leather jacket. Nevertheless, things got even shitier when the clinet was a sexist old guy who thought I was male. After that I decided to go home.
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And now I'm here. Where is here you ask? Great question. Unfortunately, I have no freaking idea. I don't even remember what happen. I know that I am in pink dress and it's really uncomfortable. Okay. Danny think! White plane room with plane white door and no windows. Yes, I did try knocking down the door. And no, it did not work.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Nothing.
Still here and still no idea what to do.
Another hour passed.
'Get her' I hear from the outside of the door. This is a scheme. Probably gona sell me as a whore. Would Eric miss me? What the heck are you thinking about? They would have been nicer, if I was a virgin... But since I am not they beat me up and then cover my bruises with make up. The biggest question I have is why do I look like a freaking doll? Seriously, I have pink fluffy dress, blonde curly wig and blue eye contacts in. And if that is not some weird fetish, I don't know what this could be...

Mother fucker! Fucking piece of shit! The old dude. Now it starts to clear up. He perfectly knew that I was a female. And he did not want to hire me... He wanted to fuck me... Ain't I lucky? I need to get out of here. Where ever I am. Crap. He is kissing my neck and squeezing my butt. Gross... Go with it, Danny, just go with it... My clothes are slowly coming off... My eyes are closed. I cannot bear to see what is gonna happen.
I feel his slimy hands all over me... Shit. What are my opportunities? Kicking his ass and then? They would gangbang and painfully kill me. Tears strat streaming down my face. And then shot. What is going on? I can't open my eyes but I don't feel him on me.
'Danny! It's me' Eric's voice. Could it be true? When I got the courage to peak I saw him, holding my gun. God, I love him so freaking much! I want to hug him tidely but I can't move. Eric steps closer and embraces me. It feels so calming although I am still shaking, I feel safe in his hands.
'How did you...' I ask, incapable of finishing my sentence.
'Shh..' he gently caressed my head. 'I got you. No one is gonna hurt you. No one. I am absolutely capable of doing anything for you. Anything.' his voice is so emollient...
I love him! Shit! I love him wholeheartedly...