A run to remember (the savage)

[Marilyn]

A sharp pain strikes through my head and I have to fight the darkness form taking me. I try to speak but I'm suddenly pretty weak. I reach for the wall to support myself from falling as you again start to fuck me.

[the savage]

I see your hand goung out, tryin to support yourself. I am sure the second that hapoens your head will be flying back to hit me. I was lucky the last time that my nose didn't shatter. Grunting, I slam my hand down, the blade of my hand, onto your forearm. Rewarded with a gasp.

[Marilyn]

since I could not catch my balance in time, I fall over to my side on top of something that goes right in to my rib. I cry out in pain as both my arm and my rib feels like they broke. As I lay there on my back, you stand up. Your body casting a dark, cold shadow over me. "No...." I whisper.

[the savage]

I can hear something inside you breaking. By grabbing your arm I see that it is still intact. Oh well, must have been the rib. That is even better. My hand starts probing, pushing the shard deeper inside you. Letting your own body tear itself to shreds.

[Marilyn]

I gasp, but it feels like I cant get no air. Instead I cough blood and my eyes widen. "Please don't kill me" I try to say, but I don't think you can understand it. Again you lower yourself on to me and as you press down on my ribs you enter me again, this time not as "gentle" as before...

[the savage]

My hips are slamming upwards. Gripping your sides. I can see blood leaking from your lips. A good sight. Grabbing the back of your head I jerk you forward. Pressing my lips against yours. Tasting he delicious blood on my tongue. Teeth sinking deep inside your lip and taking a chunk from it. Feels good. "Think you are going to survive?"

[Marilyn]

I'm so numb from the pain. And yes, I do see myself becomming a girl in the raped and killed statistics. Its not a pretty thought... " please don't..." I say against your lips. "Please don't kill me"

[the savage]

"You only die if I decide your suffering is no longer amusing." Thrusting up, I last only a few more pumps before I spurt ito you. I look at your bloodied and bruised face and push you onto the floor. Grabbing somemduct tape and wrapping your wrists up behind yor back. "We've spent long enough here. It is too risky."

[Marilyn]

I shake my head as you say those words. I really thought you where done with me. What more could you want?? And where are you taking me?
Suddenly I feel every pain you have inflicted on my body,the broken rib, my nose and most of all my wrist. The engine starts and we are on the move. I kick the wall of the car and yell for help, but even though we are so close to others noone can hear me but you...

[the savage]

I hear you whimperig in pain as I drive. Carefully obeying every single law of the road. With thos cargp the last thing I want is a police officer at my window. There is no way I would be able to talk my way out of it. And a dead cop gets so muh more attention than a missing woman. Especially with no sogn of a struggle.

"Keep crying back there. It makes me horny." The dri e is long. Into an underground parking space. Not bringing you out in the open air.

[Marilyn]

The last bit of control I thought I had vanished as I no longer know where we are. It has to be somewhere under ground, its darker then before.

I have stopped crying, trying to save my strength for what is about to come. And then the van stops..

[the savage]

I can hear you stifling your cries with an effort o will. I knew that was the best way to make you stop the annoying sound, make you think it is giving me some sort of pleasure. It wasn't and now it's gone. Grinning I get out of the car and go to the back. Carefully scanning for others I open the door. "Welcome home." Grabbing your ankle and dragging you out to fall the three feet to the concrete.

[Marilyn]

The parking-lot is empty, and the sound of my fall echoes through it. My hands are taped behind my back so I fall right on my shoulder. At least it protected my head. I gasp for air in pain and roll around over to my other side to ease it. "Why are you doing this?" I ask, "Please, just leave me here and go, I promise I wont tell anyone!"

[the savage]

I kick you, as hard as I can, in the side. Listenjng to the wuff of air escaping you. That is all I really want to hear from you. Ever, "I am doing this because I can. Nothing special about you. I don't hate ypu, I wasn't obsessed woth you. I like rape, I like violence, and you are pretty." Grabbing you by the hair and hauling you to your feet. Hearing the yelp of pain as I push ypu through the doors to mynplace.

[Marilyn]

"No!" I beg as you push me through the doors. I can barely stand on my feet but I don't want to anger you. I hit the wall in the hallway and sink down to the floor. I hear you lock the door but I don't want to look at you. I can feel you staring at me and it makes me ice cold.

[the savage]

My eyes are traveling over you. Taking in the bloodd stainin yor ass. The shapely form of it. Even has those dimple things on either hip. Always did love those. Yor words, they matter much less to me. Instead I walk forward and slam my hand ito your kidney. Growling as I do. "Speak only when spoken too."

[Marilyn]

"Nnnaaah!!!" I scream out. Holding my hands out to protect myself but it don't help, you drag me up on my feet and push me in front of you. I save my pleadings for later. First I need to know what you want from me next. Silent tears running down my face as we enter the next room.

[the savage]

"I think we can start by torturing you." Pushing you, hard as I can. Sending you stumbling forward. No arms to protect yourself, I laugh as you go flying into the wall. Grinning at thensound of flesh on wood. Licking my lips as the door swings shut. "In here we have everything." I grab your head and twist, pulling you back into me at the same time. Whispering in your ear, "What's your worst nightmare."

[Marilyn]

You. You are my worst nightmare. But I can't bring myself to say it. You are standing behind me, your body pressing against mine. I have never felt so scared in my life. Your hands starts to touch me, pressing places it hurts the most. I try not to scream, but a low whimper past my lips.

[the savage]

Hands everywhere, still probing and finding the spots that hurt. Push until it hurts, and you know where to aim your next shot. It should be fun, since you have more than enough bruises. "Answer me. Do you fear fire? I'll suspend younover a roaringnine and rape you while you char. Do you fear drowning? I'll dunk you and hold you until the bubbles stop to revive ypu." Hand closing around your throat, fingers digging into the veins there.