Sweet Angel Jocelyn
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 3, 2010
- Location
- The Middle of Nowhere
"Oh yeah, baby." The man groaned as he continued to thrust inside of the woman who was barely moving. Her arms rested at her sides in the position that she had taken on long before so that the work would be done quicker and she would be left alone. He had her legs draped over his arms, his hands on her hips as he continued his motions inside of her.
She could feel his violation, she wasn't able to lose herself during his activities, though for two weeks she'd tried. His grunting was sick, it frayed at her nerves and made her angry and sick to her stomach. Then, she felt it, he stiffened and a sound of something akin to a growl came from his chest. She knew what that meant. The man had released inside of her. Again. "Oh yeah. That's got to be a treat for you, whore." The man said, slapping at her thigh.
Every time the man had taken her like that, she had been hit, and smacked, and scratched. Even one time he'd cut her with a knife. This time had been easier for her, not that she'd liked it much. The man was still smiling down at her as he buckled his pants back up.
"Time to finish this." He said, pulling out a knife. "You were my favorite toy so far." He told the woman who was laying on the cold cement floor. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, her red hair almost black from the dirt that clung to it, tangled from not being able to be brushed.
Before she could say anything, or even blink, she felt the slice over her side as he dragged the knife over her. She gasped, but the sound was muffled as the door was thrown, or kicked, open and the sound of a group of men rushing in, could be heard. The next second, the knife was dropped and the man was turning to confront the police.[/i]
She could feel his violation, she wasn't able to lose herself during his activities, though for two weeks she'd tried. His grunting was sick, it frayed at her nerves and made her angry and sick to her stomach. Then, she felt it, he stiffened and a sound of something akin to a growl came from his chest. She knew what that meant. The man had released inside of her. Again. "Oh yeah. That's got to be a treat for you, whore." The man said, slapping at her thigh.
Every time the man had taken her like that, she had been hit, and smacked, and scratched. Even one time he'd cut her with a knife. This time had been easier for her, not that she'd liked it much. The man was still smiling down at her as he buckled his pants back up.
"Time to finish this." He said, pulling out a knife. "You were my favorite toy so far." He told the woman who was laying on the cold cement floor. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, her red hair almost black from the dirt that clung to it, tangled from not being able to be brushed.
Before she could say anything, or even blink, she felt the slice over her side as he dragged the knife over her. She gasped, but the sound was muffled as the door was thrown, or kicked, open and the sound of a group of men rushing in, could be heard. The next second, the knife was dropped and the man was turning to confront the police.[/i]