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Death is the only Escape
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Ashland De'Courte
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Creed smiled.
What was there left for him to do?
He was there and she would be his once again.
It had taken him quite some time to track the woman down. She’d fled like a coward from his grasps leaving him to his thoughts all alone. Leaving him to ponder the things he wanted to do to her...the things he dreamt others were doing in his stead. Every waking moment was a terrible pain for him. He couldn’t eat nor sleep having nothing on his mind but her. He knew where she had gone of course—to her home country where she thought she was safest he assumed. Having been a spy for quite some time it wasn’t hard for him to find out. It was where her stay was that had Creed baffled. She too was clever at closing up loose ends—perhaps a tad bit clever than he in that aspect. But, she was no genius and didn’t have the connections he had and that fact alone led him to the specifics of her new home.
In the dark he sat on her comfy little couch awaiting her arrival. It wouldn’t be much longer now until her advent. Like a fool, as he assumed, she’d proceeded to live her life as if he’d never existed. Some sick part of him was honored. Creed was extremely flattered that his caged bird tried so hard to escape him. It meant that he was in her head. He was so deeply embedded in her mind, body, and soul that she forced herself to believe she was no longer within his clutches. Women were naïve like that and that’s what fueled Creed’s lust for control over them.
Creed stood to his feet standing at an impressive height of 6’8”. He crossed the living area slowly looking out upon the surroundings around her home. “She should be here any moment now…” the man said to himself as he retrieved a cigarette from the inside of his black leather jacket. Pulling the lighter from within the depths of his black slacks he lit his cigarette taking a long drag. His little birdie lived in such a quaint little home… He wondered briefly if it really felt like home to her…or just another cage. Creed was sure to ask her when he had the opportunity.
What was there left for him to do?
He was there and she would be his once again.
It had taken him quite some time to track the woman down. She’d fled like a coward from his grasps leaving him to his thoughts all alone. Leaving him to ponder the things he wanted to do to her...the things he dreamt others were doing in his stead. Every waking moment was a terrible pain for him. He couldn’t eat nor sleep having nothing on his mind but her. He knew where she had gone of course—to her home country where she thought she was safest he assumed. Having been a spy for quite some time it wasn’t hard for him to find out. It was where her stay was that had Creed baffled. She too was clever at closing up loose ends—perhaps a tad bit clever than he in that aspect. But, she was no genius and didn’t have the connections he had and that fact alone led him to the specifics of her new home.
In the dark he sat on her comfy little couch awaiting her arrival. It wouldn’t be much longer now until her advent. Like a fool, as he assumed, she’d proceeded to live her life as if he’d never existed. Some sick part of him was honored. Creed was extremely flattered that his caged bird tried so hard to escape him. It meant that he was in her head. He was so deeply embedded in her mind, body, and soul that she forced herself to believe she was no longer within his clutches. Women were naïve like that and that’s what fueled Creed’s lust for control over them.
Creed stood to his feet standing at an impressive height of 6’8”. He crossed the living area slowly looking out upon the surroundings around her home. “She should be here any moment now…” the man said to himself as he retrieved a cigarette from the inside of his black leather jacket. Pulling the lighter from within the depths of his black slacks he lit his cigarette taking a long drag. His little birdie lived in such a quaint little home… He wondered briefly if it really felt like home to her…or just another cage. Creed was sure to ask her when he had the opportunity.
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Stephanie: http://media1.onsugar.com/files/2012/01/02/4/498/4981324/7c761dff8fc4c488_Untitled-1.xxxlarge_0.jpg
5'6, 36c, brunette with a reddish tint to her hair, green eyes.
Stephanie was driving home from the Agency, she was still deemed unfit to work. No matter how much she wanted too. She needed to get back to doing what she loved to do, to get Him off her mind but they wouldn't let her do it. She was liability, they said, if her emotions got the best of her she would get caught, again, or get killed. They went through all the same questions again and no matter how much she told them she was fine, they would push her return date back.
She had a death grip on the wheel of her S-Class Mercedes and and just drove for the first ten minutes, she didn't know where she was going and she didn't really care. One month. It has been one month since she left him and still he haunts her dreams and plagues her mind when she is awake. No amount of kick boxing or target practice got Him out of her head.
'Creed.' She cringed at his name. Everything he did to her every thing he made her do. She would shoot him the next time she saw him but she never wanted to see him again. He did things, got into her head. Made her want him. She slammed on the gas and drifted the corner to get to the road that would take her home. Nothing but trees and isolation. She didn't realize how much the landscape looked like his when she bought the place. She just knew it was far away from the real world.
She parked her car in the garage and entered her place. She was immediately assaulted with the smell of a cigarette. Images of Him came to mind, the simplest thing made her on edge now. 'Im just imagining things.' She thought to herself and opened the freezer door. Ice cream made the world to round, so ice cream was her drug of choice for the moment. She heard a creek behind her and in a flash she had a gun in her hand pointed to the source of the noise.
Her heart stopped when her green eyes looked up into his. She clicked off the safety and her bottom lip started to tremble. She swallowed nervously and looked for away out. This was either a vivid night mare or she was back in hell. They stared at each other for a while before she found her voice again "What are you doing here? How did you find me?" Her voice was shaking and she hated it. It made her sound weak. She didn't want to sound weak in front of him.
The last she saw him she drugged him with some really heavy duty sleeping pills. The Agency gave them to her to use at the perfect moment, they made the user seem dead. Slow heart beat, no response what so ever. Totally comatose. She used his phone but deleted all the evidence. She met at the rendezvous point and she was brought back. She stared at him, a mix of fear and hate and another emotion she couldn't pin down.
5'6, 36c, brunette with a reddish tint to her hair, green eyes.
Stephanie was driving home from the Agency, she was still deemed unfit to work. No matter how much she wanted too. She needed to get back to doing what she loved to do, to get Him off her mind but they wouldn't let her do it. She was liability, they said, if her emotions got the best of her she would get caught, again, or get killed. They went through all the same questions again and no matter how much she told them she was fine, they would push her return date back.
She had a death grip on the wheel of her S-Class Mercedes and and just drove for the first ten minutes, she didn't know where she was going and she didn't really care. One month. It has been one month since she left him and still he haunts her dreams and plagues her mind when she is awake. No amount of kick boxing or target practice got Him out of her head.
'Creed.' She cringed at his name. Everything he did to her every thing he made her do. She would shoot him the next time she saw him but she never wanted to see him again. He did things, got into her head. Made her want him. She slammed on the gas and drifted the corner to get to the road that would take her home. Nothing but trees and isolation. She didn't realize how much the landscape looked like his when she bought the place. She just knew it was far away from the real world.
She parked her car in the garage and entered her place. She was immediately assaulted with the smell of a cigarette. Images of Him came to mind, the simplest thing made her on edge now. 'Im just imagining things.' She thought to herself and opened the freezer door. Ice cream made the world to round, so ice cream was her drug of choice for the moment. She heard a creek behind her and in a flash she had a gun in her hand pointed to the source of the noise.
Her heart stopped when her green eyes looked up into his. She clicked off the safety and her bottom lip started to tremble. She swallowed nervously and looked for away out. This was either a vivid night mare or she was back in hell. They stared at each other for a while before she found her voice again "What are you doing here? How did you find me?" Her voice was shaking and she hated it. It made her sound weak. She didn't want to sound weak in front of him.
The last she saw him she drugged him with some really heavy duty sleeping pills. The Agency gave them to her to use at the perfect moment, they made the user seem dead. Slow heart beat, no response what so ever. Totally comatose. She used his phone but deleted all the evidence. She met at the rendezvous point and she was brought back. She stared at him, a mix of fear and hate and another emotion she couldn't pin down.
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