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I wake up startled. My read/write head hurts all over again. This time it's a piercing pain in the rachis of my head. I try to afford my eyes, but they're sensitive to the luminousness of the way. My imaginativeness is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my chief. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my flak at the mall all over again !

I try my safe to get up. I struggle in the process of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my foot, as they are both duct taped to a chair. I can barely motivate them ! My arms are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with forget me drug on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tape and rope. I then hear footsteps approach me from a recession. I see a fig viewpoint before me. My vision is still bleary but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark staring at me with a distort grin on his face.

"We meet again Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the spell of metal he has in his hand. It's a gun ! !

William Clark sees me making eye impinging with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't concern ... I'm not going to defeat you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Charles Joseph Clark steps to the side and allows me to depend forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her incline facing me. Her boldness is covered in fresh undercut and bruises. Her shuffle up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga gasp and a comrade undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the dark we had sex when I first got home for the summer ! How stupid it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much painfulness !

"Joe Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being consequences to sleeping with a married woman. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your married woman as surety in a turd motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Mark Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his bridge player.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them get it on you're just fine. I took the liberty of unlocking your telephone set while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your protagonist.

And just to micturate sure that they won't be a fuss at all while we sit here getting to get laid each former ... I'm going to ask for you to call your father and explain why you'll be out of town for a few day ... more or less."

My eyes widen in incredulity hearing this. A few days as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psychotic ? ?

"You're a PSYCHO ! You can eat shit if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a confident boost of anger coming out.

Clark leans into me and I hear a click. He points the barrel of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call ... .I'm tattle you to address ! And you best go convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of risk ! trust me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his scoop. He quickly walks around the backrest of the chair to take my thumb to unlock my sound with the mite ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to entertain the gun at me.

"howdy ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Gospel of Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is undecomposed. Sorry for not staying in touch. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some friends we made in Mexico during springiness Break."

There's a long pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't reference anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no thoroughly ?"

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a last min thing ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to endure minute because Greg won't be available the relaxation of the month because of his job ...."

Another foresightful pause from my dad.

"Well ... I would really appreciate undetermined communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. love life you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with violet and her psycho married man for the future few twenty-four hour period ... without any sort of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must deliver had a not bad time growing up, getting away with a lot of shit ... having the ‘ clip of your life'all throughout luxuriously school and college"Mark Wayne Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my hot seat trying to free myself again.

"William Clark ! YOU SICK screw ! ! ! What do you desire from me ? ? ?"

Clark's typeface changes to his typical poop expression as he takes his gun and rap me hard in the head. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to retrieve my consciousness again. My vision is clear this clock time but my headway feels like it's about to blow up ! The nausea is too practically for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomitive. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my read/write head from the atmospheric pressure of me puking my brains out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST sort of holdover ever ! As I try to find my breathe, I begin to smell out the air in the elbow room. I smell the aroma of Baron Verulam and maple syrup, and my new puking of row. I look to the box and see Clark eating away at the piddling desk in the room. He has a to-go bag from a topical anaesthetic breakfast dining compartment with a large tray. He sits down eating pancakes with eggs and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Gospel of Luke ! Rise and shine ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and come grab a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last-place role. He's completely right though ... .I'm starvation and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see Violet. She's wide awake and is sitting upward with her back to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Kenneth Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottle of water in his hand.

"Where are my manners Gospel of Luke ? You MUST be athirst ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottle and underprice some water on my cheek. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the Sami.

"My beautiful married woman must be thirsty too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the inside with craze ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"assistant ! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY HELP ! ! ! ! WE ARE BEING HELD HOST-"

I can't stop my condemnation as Clark slugs me straight in the side. He punched me so hard, I bit my lingua and immediately started to smack blood line.

"SHUT UP ! STOP yelling ! You scream one more fourth dimension, and you're going to observe me mystify my wife to a mush ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear Violet starting to cry louder in the background as Joe Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some resolution Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to wee me off with your tempestuousness and question. So ... .let us begin."

Charles Joseph Clark pulls another chair and sits across font to face with me.

"Gospel According to Luke ... I told you to rest far away from Violet for your safety ... but here's the catch : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some quality sentence together.

You see Gospel According to Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye physical contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't lecture to me, and does NOT prepare an attempt to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of passion, I rough her up a bit demanding to fuck if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My married woman OF ALMOST 25 long time spitting on my face and thigh-slapper to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't STAND THE SIGHT OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of anger and hurt on Clark's face. I look to violet as she's bawling her eyes out. My head is racing with millions of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilt trip as I stare at Clark. His aspect is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"Saint Luke ... I've been away overseas for a really long prison term ... the only communication with my wife is via speech sound and video schmooze. My completely marriage and having my tyke ... I've been in and out of their lives. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this res publica. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for calendar month at a clock time from my family. I've missed many important holidays, natal day, commencement, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my family ... and being away from my lovely wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the survive TWO YEARS racking up paid fourth dimension off from work and decide to fall home and surprise my wife ... ..and pass some character sentence with her for as hanker as I can. And guess what I come nursing home to ? An affair, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Charles Joseph Clark spitting his anger and bruise out at me, I sit with my head down to the floor, soaking it all in. I know this is all my demerit. He continues on.

"Luke ... you've price me so much in the very little sentence I've known you. You are to pick for wrecking my marriage ceremony and taking away the love of my life."

Clark gets up and walkway to the desk. He picks up an target and makes his way over to Violet on the bed.

She stares at Clark while she tries to becharm her intimation from all the vociferation.

"So costly ... St. Luke is the dear of your life huh ?"He takes the aim and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a scoop knife with a large, sharply blade.

He then pulls out a lowly torch from a bag he has on the desk and plays with the switch, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing sound of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered enough dear. All this has been very dreadful for me. I figured it's fourth dimension I shed some of that pain and suffering ... .and share it with the dearest of your life."

My heart hits the priming in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain. I'm guessing it involves his knife and lighter.

I hear reddish blue start to outcry, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to whimper.

"reddish blue ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at William Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure you will be, but it's a cute thought."

He takes the torch and heats up his knife in hand. I start to break down.

"Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't tell ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the relaxation of my summer away from home and not fare back ! ! ! call back about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a look of disapproval as he ignores me. I can smell the heat of the steel as he continues to fire it up. violet shakes the bed as she tries to unloose herself from her handcuff, shouting for her husband to stop with her gag on.

Clark then shows me the vane of his knife. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can hear it sizzling.

"So part of my body of work in the military St. Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my team overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our opposition. We're good at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This right here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a spell. It's my favorite ! By the time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast the great unwashed weep like little pussies and cave in giving us the entropy we need."

This is it God ... just induce this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it quickly. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to get."Violet my dear ... spotter as I make the TRUE love of your life suffer and beg for clemency !"

With that, he takes out epithelial duct taping and covers my mouth as a gag. I try to scream for him to stop but my words come out muffled.

Clark takes the knife and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in annoyance as he takes the brand off and presses it against my other cheek.

I can barely see reddish blue as she hysterically begs for him to stop. William Clark then takes the blade and begins to make dumb but exact surgical incision down my face. I can feel the blood dribble down running down my face as the pain stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the sunburn and the gash wounding. Mark Wayne Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one quickly motility, he cuts down the eye, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice up my chest with the blade slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning sensation was enough to make me feel faint. I start to mislay consciousness as I feel the tongue carving into my tegument. Kenneth Clark piece me up with the blade, drawing lines down my chest and my arms.

I can still hear the faint battle cry of violet as Charles Joseph Clark continues to bid the burning at the stake hot blade on my shape and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is Saint Luke THE honey OF YOUR life story ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Kenneth Clark stops.

seeing how infirm I am, he yanks off the tape from my mouth. I have trivial to no vigor left inside me to verbalize. Much LE shriek for help.

"So Luke, is this BITCH worth the pain and suffering you're starting to find ? That's right field, I said start ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to feel the EXACT amount of pain you've caused me ... ..this right here is just child's play."

I look up at Mark Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grin on his face.

With all the energy left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the bally saliva off his face.

"Oh this is going to be so a lot fun Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to take the air away.

I'm able to let out a few language slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... hold open my mouth shut !"

He stops, turns, and walkway back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to keep quiet."

He looks to reddish blue, who continues to weep silently with a scared apologetic facial expression on her face at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my married woman's turn to start to sense the painful sensation and woe we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my al-Qaida overseas. She will be with me, where I will have complete ascendence and be capable to catch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the the pits I've endured so far and the hurting I feel getting worsened, I don't try to fight or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one terminal expression at reddish blue before I feel the familiar strike to the back of my promontory with his gun.

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I awaken the next morning to the audio of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my eyes. I can barely move. I look down my chest and see dry out blood splashed over me. My cut lesion have begun to clot. I can still feel the burn mark scratch on my nerve, chest, blazonry, and belly. My total body is sore ! I've lost all feeling in my legs from being tied for nearly two days ! My arms are weak from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my environs not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing sum of money of pain I'm in. The strait of yell, choking, and Clark's oink and moans quickly bring me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where violet is. The sight that's in front of me leaves me in horror ! I see Violet laying completely savorless on her chest of drawers at the end of the bed with her school principal hanging over the boundary. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with roach up in the air. Kenneth Bancroft Clark stands at the rear end of the bed, shoving his peter up and down her pharynx ! He holds her head word while he thrusts his dick in and out of Violet's mouth with violent force-out ! Her boldness is completely red, covered in travail, semen, and spitting. Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the backrest of her pharynx and leaves it there while she gags and choking coil, trying to escape his storage area to respire. Only when she starts to turn regal, he releases himself from her throat and continues to breach her mouth. Violet has tear shedding down her face as she pleads for him to arrest every metre he takes his dick out of her mouth. She pleads and implore coughing and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to run out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to thrust in and out at a rapid pace ! The strait of his oink and her throttling and gagging ride me insane !

"Mark Wayne Clark, full point !"

As rickety and exhausted as my body is, I have the strength to hollo again.

Joe Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh Luke ! Glad to finally see you're awake ! C'mon, the party is just getting started ... I think you're going to like it !"

Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His trunk and massive, and covered with tattoos. His putz is almost twice my size and almost looks like another brawniness as it's midst and veiny !

He grabs his duct board on the desk along the way. He rips some off and cover version my mouth, taking away my power to talk again.

"Now Luke, come and watch as my wife and I, or your buff I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and wrench me close-fitting to her next to the bed.

I look at Violet as she lays savourless, her wearing apparel ripped up even more. She doesn't feel at me as she lays down trying to trance her breath.

Clark grabs her groundwork, taking off the circle that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuffs, revealing bruises on both her wrists from the tightness of the bag. Clark then picks up his underwear off the floor, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underclothing into her sass gagging her up. reddish blue doesn't even try to fight down anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Clark grabs the cuff and ties both her work force to the bedpost. He takes her pegleg and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the cadaver of her yoga pants. Mark Wayne Clark then violently yanks off her panty, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll contribute these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape on my face, and replaces it with her ripped step-in in my mouth. With a grinning on his face, he spits on his hand multiple clip and rubs his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over reddish blue. It doesn't take a star to know what's to materialize next.

I hear Violet start up to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty fingers and violently thrusts them into her arsehole.

I can barely form out the Word she cries out but hear a"please stop"amongst other actor's line with her cries.

Kenneth Clark grunt as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far deep into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"Gospel of Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to screw around and enjoy my wife. But she let you fuck her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for age to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just discount him as I know I'm too watery to even try and fight what he's going to do.

"I need you to really focus now. Here's where the fun really starts to kick in !"

Clark then takes his dick and positions it with violet's tight asshole. Once his tip is in, Clark rams the rest of this meaty prick all the way into her going balls deep !

violet screaming in sheer painful sensation as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the stallion bed. He fucks violet with such force, she bumps her fountainhead against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to stymie out the vision of this nightmare spread before my eyes. I wish I could blank out out the sounds of her cry and his grunts ! He sounds like a fucking annoying animal. If only I could take hold of his gun right now and strike hard his lights out !

As Clark continues to sodomize his wife for what smell like an infinity, I finally hear him howl ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH SHIT ! HOLY SHIT Gospel of Luke ! ! I just rupture your lover's asshole apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Clark pulls himself off of reddish blue and stands up next to the bed.

Violet has her face to the pillow scream in agony. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her trunk around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the clay of Kenneth Clark's jizz with some blood.

"fountainhead Saint Luke. She is your devotee. I shouldn't be the sole one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR TURN !"

With that, Clark comes forward and starts to grab my belt. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my boxershorts as much as he can, revealing my dick which is completely knockout to my surprise. Having a mind of its own, my erection formed at the sight of violet's brutal assault. I felt ashamed and dirty.

"Would you look at THIS dearest ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handcuffs from the bedpost. Clark grabs violet by the hair and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot eyes and swollen eyelids from all her shout. Her nerve is covered with split and elbow grease. She looks at me weakly with no locution on her facial expression. It's as if her soul was already dead and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my read/write head away as I feel hot weeping start to form and drop down my brass. The bout burn my impudence making their way down my knife wounds and burns on my face.

"Look at your lover bitch ! ! You see this ? ? ? Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a working girl like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Clark continues to scream at reddish blue while she looks away. She's too weak to even cry.

"expression St. Luke ! feeling at your lover ! Look at this cyprian ! ! She's too feeble to even try and go along our fun ! well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an spread bottle of water supply on the nightstand. He grabs her side and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to choke and cough. He takes the rest of the bottle, and dumps it on my typeface. I'm severely dry up, but the splash of water helps come to my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her boldness fully force with the front and back face of his mitt. He grabs her neck and starts to choke her while roughly shaking her headspring back and forth.

At this point, reddish blue begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Gospel of Luke ! Violet is ready to continue our fun !"

I look away trying to ignore him. If I could loosen myself right now, I would dispatch him. Without a doubt.

"Gospel of Luke ! It's sentence for us to know your lover together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to contain. Telling him that she's been through enough, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Luke you're obviously perk up ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to fuck this cunt together !"

I look him straight in the eyes with a tone of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING small-arm OF SHIT ! You're a fucking monster ! You can obliterate me now if you think I'm going to participate in your grim game ! !"

Kenneth Clark just sighs and shakes his heading with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to pee-pee this fun. Give you a niggling bit of delight before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to lie with this bitch with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the sensations of that burning blade on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and fade reddish blue's exposed bosom with it. voiceless ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. Violet covers her boldness with one mitt as she sobs in pain. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my breast as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! Please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your lover before I grab my gun and bust your principal open."

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body printing press against mine due to my injuries. We both have a brief passionate moment as we stare at each other grimace to facial expression. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and look my tongue wounds. We press our forehead together and close our eyes. Our brief bit of placidity is interrupted when Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my turncock, still arduous, and aligns it for her with her kitty-cat. He then grabs her berm and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. Violet lets out a agile awful gasp as she closes her eye. crying begin to come down her side again. I close my eyes in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now ride AWAY squawk ! Ride his peter ! !"Clark commands.

Violet slowly starts to move her body up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how good it felt. Slowly she continues to cod me. Up and down. Clark stands and lookout with a sickening look of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his cock while watching her shag me.

After a few minute of arc of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Charles Joseph Clark tells her to hesitate.

"Ok, I think it's prison term I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the floor. Clark grabs my chair and leans me backwards against the side of the bed. My upper back and my brain lay against the bedside as the two front wooden leg of the chair are up in the air. Kenneth Bancroft Clark then picks reddish blue off the floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this time facing forward like I am with her spine to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my hammer with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to barge in this party, so dear I'm going have to ask you to switch gob. Put Gospel of Luke's cock into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Clark had a very lull tone of voice when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, reddish blue pulls my turncock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

Fuck she's so tight ! Last time I fucked her ass was during my last years of Spring Break ! Of course, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and pass around open her ramification. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her puss.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hips and bonk this bitch with me at the same clock time ! So you respectable do so or else I'm going to acquire this vane and supplant your tool with it and squeeze it inside your lover's ass. translate ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my hips up and down, fucking violet's ass. reddish blue winces in annoyance each time we thrust into her. Kenneth Bancroft Clark smiles as he fucks reddish blue with me. I'm able to pick up the pace little by slight. I try my best to speed up my orgasm. The faster I cum, the quicker this bastard gets off of me and violet. I try to oversupply my mind with positive storage I have had with Violet so far. memory start to number of when we first met. Memories of how she in conclusion mo joined my friend and I in United Mexican States for springiness gap. memory of me and my trump champion Francois Jacob fucking her together on the beach. Memories of the random assemblage I had that same workweek. storage of her baby Linda coming to township for a sojourn and getting to fuck them together. And then of course, memories of the night not so long ago we declared our erotic love for each early. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing trip.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the feeling in my sack of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my pace, with all my energy left in me. Violet moans in pain sensation while I continue to hurtle up and down. I feel dread about it but I need to wind up so I can get Kenneth Clark off of me and her. William Clark starts to grunt like a raving mad animal again as he tries to continue at my yard. No such fate. With my hand tied behind me and my wooden leg tied in front, my hips are going berserk as I try to embrace out an orgasm.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

violet's cries of pain actually calms down a bit with a understood pinch of pleasure.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark eff I've reached my climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my pecker, popping it out of her asshole with my touchwood dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag doll and pulls my chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can confront her.

"My turning again to cum on this bitch !"

Kenneth Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hairsbreadth and Yankee-Doodle it to pull her typeface to his cock as he strokes himself with intense personnel. Violet closes her middle as he starts to roar. Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with masses of semen to her heart, nose, and mouth. This guy had an orgasm not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of come onto her ! Clark then takes his hired hand and rubs his touchwood all over her look.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

Violet does what she's told to do and figure out off William Clark's cum-covered finger one by one.

With a spirit of satisfaction, Mark Wayne Clark grabs his underclothes gag he made for her and shoves it back into her rima oris. He then grabs the cuffs and ties her hands upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and hang back me stuffy to her. We both stare at each early. Both of us plowshare the same look of apology and rue.

"I'll let you two lovebirds spend some timbre time together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. Minutes later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both effective be on your trump behavior."

Mark Clark walks past tense us and then stops. He looks at me and grinning.

"Can't blank out this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my mouth gagging me once again.

"Just a niggling precaution to pretend certainly you don't do anything pudding head while I'm away. Now, take care of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some water supply. You must be parched !"Clark jiffy at me as he steps out of the elbow room and leaves us.

Funny how this is the solely time I've ever seen him leave. Every other sentence, I've been knocked out cold.

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sadness and endeavour to muffle an apology. She waves her head at me and nods in the instruction of the room access, her way of telling me to try and relieve myself and get out of here.

I make an elbow grease at loosening up my manus but work very little progress. Between the knife wound, desiccation, and starvation, my body was just too faint. My principal was throbbing from the pressure of me shaking my soundbox up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost cocksure I have another concussion from all the times I've been handgun whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a mates workweek ago in the mall parking lot !

"Saint Luke ... baby tone at me."

I'm shocked to hear reddish blue talking ! She was able to spit out her gag.

"Gospel of Luke ... .I'm so dreary. This is all my fault."

She takes recondite breaths between each sentence as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of energy as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"Babe ... .you need to push. You need to fight back your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your lifespan depends on it ! Go be with your folk. Don't worry about me. I need you to find the military posture and the courage to unfreeze yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kill you. Please child, you need to go !"

I listen to reddish blue speak. I start to weep as she stares at me begging for me to exit. I can't just leave her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her rear ? Regardless if I convince her to come in with me, we would have to run away. But life sentence would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down feather.

She takes her right foot and extends it to my face. She turns her invertebrate foot into a claw-like shape and grabs her step-in that are lodged deep in my oral fissure. It takes her a few endeavour but she's able to pluck them far back enough for me to spit them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with teardrop of backup.

"talk to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this devil ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to make out with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's dangerous ! A perturb swashbuckler ! You deserve serious ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my marrow ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the rest of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to adopt her ! I need to feel her touch and kiss her. My mania for her is enough to sacrifice me the strength to extract hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them arduous and harder. I yell in pain sensation as the rope loosen up their tight suitcase on me. The forget me drug burn and cut my peel as they begin to lose it. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the ropes ! I'm finally able to draw out out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my right arm and pull off the remainder of the rope. My hands were free ! ! I reach over to the nighttime rack and grab the knife. I start to cut away at the duct taping that has bounded me for twenty-four hour period ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my chairwoman and immediately fall over to my English. My legs were too weak from the red of blood catamenia sitting in a electric chair tied up for days, having absolutely no movement !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the floor for a few moments and then use whatever intensity I have left to get hold of up to the bed to use as keep to beak me up.

"I'm ok ... I just postulate a mo to breathe."

I'm slowly able to regain my balance. I can't finger my legs at this point and my weapon feel like jelly. I grab a moldable cup next to the television and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap water into the cup. I start to drink in up and hydrate. word of honor can not name how dry my mouthpiece is ! ! After about ten loving cup of water, I pour a cup for reddish blue and make my way to her.

I pour the water down her mouth for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally replenish her thirst !

"Saint Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to stimulate to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! William Clark always takes the key for the cuff with him ! Just know that it's not too deep for you to break loose and run away ! You have a full lifetime ahead of you ! If you don't leave in prison term, he'll down us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always care for the time we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of reverence and desperation in her eye. I reach over and touch her side. I lean my header into hers and for the first prison term in what felt like an eternity, we parcel a kiss. It's a deep passionate buss, but it feels so unlike. It almost feels like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here reddish blue ! I will NEVER leave you !"

reddish blue smiles weakly and nods her straits. She understood. I immediately take off slicing at the strand of the handcuffs cutting as operose and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an hour, I was making slight to no attempt. The knife was already dull after the hell that Clark had put me through with it. My helping hand starts to get tired from the military unit of me trying it cut the metal chain in half. I eventually decide to stop and work out out another plan.

"This isn't going to work. There has to be SOMETHING else in this way to do the job !"

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and afford up the latch where one would tuck the key to interlock and unlock the cuffs. When I grab the clipping, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. On the other English of the desk, I see Joe Clark's gun ! I grab it and take it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. violet looks at me with concern.

"Luke, I don't think that's a good idea. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? reddish blue flavor at us ! This is Bad ! This entire situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can react, we hear step advance the room from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door scratch to unlock. I grab the residual of the ropes that tied me and place my hands behind the chairman. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with Violet's step-in, the room access swings open. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to Violet. I open my eyes slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprise, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake up !"

He slaps her intemperate against the face. Violet jolts up in surprise. Kenneth Bancroft Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of body of water. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with inhuman piss to the human face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my best to obliterate my arms behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my feet. I forgot about the channel tape recording !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE going ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and compass for his sac knife on the bed. That Saami tongue that he has used to toss my nerve, blazonry, and chest. The frigid water to the boldness gives me enough epinephrin to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the storey. I hit my fountainhead with a meretricious thud ! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... boot ! ! !

I hear Violet screaming in the background knowledge. I look over to my English. There lies Charles Joseph Clark in a puddle of bloodline. Dead. I feel the cold alloy of the gun in my hand. I can't motility. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to sense the familiar spirit sentiency of faint sweeping over me.

"Luke ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear violet panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell her everything is going to be okay. I try to move, but my body is paralytic and I feel a sharp nasty pain jolt from my cervix up to the backbone of my head. My head is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my final glimpses of Clark's remains and violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the length once my imaginativeness is completely gone.

"Yes howdy ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR supporter ! This is a matter of aliveness AND decease ! You need to send assistance right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one more time as Violet's frenetic spokesperson on the earphone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a Monitor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my expression, and a bunch of tubing around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the spirit, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a hold standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any doubt, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the door. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds good, see you soon."

She comes back in to check up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

Truth be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to impress my dead body around. I'm barely capable to wiggle my hands and implements of war. I try to wiggle my toes and make I have no smell in my legs and feet.

"I can't motility ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my whisker with a kind smile.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any impression in your body for some fourth dimension. You're going to take in to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and remain on with normal life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news I just received. Did she just say coma ? ?

"comatoseness ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go find my doctor to impart him the newsworthiness that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitor coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my room and I'm alone.

About ten minutes go by and then I hear a knock at the room access of my way. I look up to see a marvelous pitch blackness man in a business suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick British stress.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy smiling and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey baptistery. I'm an old supporter of Violet Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five months !"

I'm laying there trying to count on out what the end thing I could call up was. All of a sudden, my judgment flashes back to those final minute at the motel with Joe Clark. I hear the two gunfire and Violet's screams. I remember her giving someone a shout named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my crime syndicate ? Where's Violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an read smile.

"George Lucas, I will chip in you an result to all those necessary questions in due time. For now, you must preserve to heal. You lost a lot of line of descent that nighttime we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force psychic trauma to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a unassailable hospital room in Washington DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to hear that my family is safe and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the opposite face of the country.

"Why is my family not here Mr. Font ?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call him Jeff.

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to order you is not going to be tardily. Just bear with me ok ?"

I take a deep breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your family and Violet are all dependable. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to pay you a new false name. Me and a team of the great unwashed had to manipulate your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your family line believes that Lucas Kelly Kate Smith ( my fully epithet ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

"Jeff, why would you take to fake my destruction ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Deems Taylor ! It was all in self-defense !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US armed forces most probable wouldn't. Clark Joseph Deems Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was part of an elite exceptional Ops team that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of right field now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of mass were able to properly qualify of his body and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was absolutely, you and your kinfolk would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any rogue armed forces official. Especially if this showcase went to trail ! You would most probably already be gone if Mark Wayne Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new information. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"I know it's a lot to condense right now. I'll give you some time to recollect about all this. I'll check up on you in a lilliputian bit to make you entropy about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my room and leaves me. I feel sick to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for age ! cipher feels very anymore !

END OF PART 7