The Cop and the Maiden ( SithLordOfSnark x schatten )

[schatten]

The evening was coming up while Ann was sneaking around in the buildings of an abandoned factory. Twilight was all over the scene, and she knew exactly that she should not be there. But all this was thrilling her up and raising her emotional enjoyment. And she got all time of the world, as her mother was not caring much about her, she was more for her today's lover, for quick money, alcohol, and drugs. And her father... left them all when she was a little kid.

Ann loved "the danger" and doing the forbidden. She was out for shop theft today, and she got some very sexy "gothic" clothing she was wearing for the first time. Black and intentional ripped tights, her beloved high heeled boots, a very very short, hot jeans pants ( also in "destroyed look" ) and a gray t-shirt. Also new was a black leather jacket.

Just now she entered one of the halls by a broken window. She enjoyed to feel the cold air on her skin, the moldy atmosphere around and all this concrete made solid walls and constructions. There was some large machinery in a part of the hall, steal made devices, pipes, cranes. She stood with her back to a steel beam, her hands up over her head around the cold and rough material, and closed her eyes. She was about to dream away into another world. A world of love, of desire, of sex, of satisfaction. And of course of pain, torture, and death.

 

[SithLordOfSnark]

Jackson had been doing his nightly patrol when he saw something suspicious. A woman was sneaking into a building she had no business being in. He had pondered radioing it in, but he decided to investigate on his own. Pulling his flashlight, he walked up to the building and fiddled with the door finding it to be locked. Pulling out his skeleton key which opened every door in the city, he unlocked the large metal door and pushed it open before stepping inside and raising his flashlight. "Show yourself." He called out.

 

[schatten]

Ann heard a crack at the door, and soon was alarmed. There was again this fear welling up and thrilling all her senses. This fear in combination with all her desire and excitement. Then there was a voice, commanding and rough. She had to run, and she knew, but some magic of the moment was pinning her to the position she was in. She was enjoying, a weird and insane sensation of being in danger, of being vulnerable. She was the prey and the hunting just began.

 

[SithLordOfSnark]

Holding up his flashlight, Jackson shone it deeper into the room as he moved further inside. "Come out." He called out to the mostly empty building as he moved his flashlight around to see if he could catch a glimpse of someone. He kept his gun holstered as he waved his light around to try and find the source. He made his way deeper into the large warehouse. "Show yourself!" He shouted out again, a little louder then previous times.