It was three o'clock, the next morning. Daniella woke up shivering and a throbbing headache. Everytime she moved her head, the pain got worse so she lay still, trying to recall where she was and where she had been the night before. She blocked her nostrils, irritated by the odor she perceived, struggled up to a corner of the room and sat staring at Nicky who was fast asleep, dried tear marks stained her face.
Times past seasons, mixed things changed. There she was in her shirts and jeans, the blonde teenager growing into a male's choice, growing to become a dazzling young lady, but situations left her more like an outcast amongst freeborn, as usual she was always found doing house chores. Dale now had a bent figure. She had acquired that from the constant grass cutting, sweeping and scrubbing she was always assigned and forced to do. She had five round scars right on the back of her fist, two on her left and three on her right, they had been gotten from cigarette burns.
There she was in his dungeon, flat on her back, hands tied sideways, legs tied sideways, she hung there in the air so close to the floor. Ken had it upgraded. There were now several hanging poles, more sophisticated torturing tools, he also had his robbery equipment. It proved more than a dungeon. Dale had jus
Dale tried to be as quick as possible. She crawled forward to pick up the garment, opening up fresh wounds. “Ouch, ugh!" She groaned in pain and lay still panting for some time."You've got twenty seconds left!" Ken alarmed from out the door.
Nicky stood speechless for some seconds. It was back, she had felt it before. That familiar feeling, it was worse than fear. It was the same she felt seventeen years ago. "Why?" She grew worried for her, not for her present state but for what Ken was going to do to her when he found out.
Nicky knew she had chosen to perform on a tightrope stretch sideways at the large mouth of the abyss and a single mistake would spell doom for her. She now had a ghostly look on her marked face. she packed up and climbed out the lair, sealed its surface with the carpet and fridge in place. Droplets of blood stained its way towards Dale's room, Nicky began scrubbing o
Ever met a hungry man before? Like intensively hungry? His looks are dangerous and pitiful. At this point Ken was hungry, he hadn't seen this coming. Thinking fear and brutality was the best way to keep his companion checked, finally he was left with no one, nobody.Ken galloped about in search of his prey, his veins were palpab
The hunter took out the bundles of cash and stuffed them in her bag and lifted Dale up his shoulder. Dale had fallen unconscious, her hands swinging from sides to side. The huge man took giant steps. His gun hung on his side, a hand to hold Dale’s lap and the other held the bright flashlight.He had gotten to the camp, three tents were made. Two for the hunter and Bill
It was morning already. The cold, pale orange sun was sitting high up there in the sky, poking its head around the clouds. The air hung heavy with the smell of dry bush and bonfires. The cottage still kept its silence, swarm of files buzzing in and out the stubby window. The already smelly corpse had attracted them, perching for a taste of blood or any exposed organ of the two.