I still commemorate the facial expression in that kick 's face.. Her emerald eyes and blond curls. She thought she was on top of the world, knowing I 'd been following my husband around. He 'd been cheating for a spell, and that I knew, but my best Quaker Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to lie with ? To grant me the look that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost palpate the touch modality she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't stand by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial nerve haircloth marred here and there with low scars, conveniently shaped like where a adult female 's nail may have grazed in battle. He definitely looked the part, dark eyes set evenly on his features, bushed brow and thin mouth. His berm were wide and squared off as he spoke again.

'' Did you get a line me ? '' he said.

'' No, sorry my mind was elsewhere. What were you asking ? '' I clarified, stirring the bread about in my coffee. He had n't ordered anything to drink in despite my offering, what a ... businessman.

'' I asked what you wanted done to her. If there were any specifics to your postulation on her ... date with me. ``

The codewords were cute. go out in this vitrine meant Cassandra 's snatch. petition ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I need ? Other than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch eyes ever again, and she 'd no longer be on my conscience ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to deliver the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to go over on us, once Thomas More my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the coffee bar. The sounds of cars passing disorder my opinion again as the warm sun moved over my skin. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

'' That can be arranged. `` the small image I had given him of Cassandra was put into his pocket after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the photo. I informed him the rest would be given at the mop up of the job and he waved it off, letting me know rather casually that the women who had money and got this far into the tidy sum, rarely backed out in his concern, or they became a date themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was tall, shadow and handsome. The mark usually meant the man had interesting tarradiddle to tell. She dressed herself in her little pitch-black garb, a common winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all nice and passably and took to the taxi to cope with the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few years, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the Lapplander thing she did, and they had so much in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her immature eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this courteous. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in super C velvet bag-boy dress

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra Green yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the door key. `` Mister drake is awaiting your reaching. ``

She moved to the lift and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating base release and eagerly bouncing. She almost felt aflutter. top floor penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even regain ... the one !

As the door pinged outdoors she stepped slowly into the glowering room, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the elevator shutdown and descending behind her. It was eerie, the secretiveness that seemed to occupy such a large space. She almost heard something motion behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that same darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her mouth was covered by a textile. She screamed and struggled but within a few second the humble blonde had fallen limp in her attackers arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews cross. When Cassandra 's oculus fluttered undefended she could see Michael 's large form setting up what appeared to be a tv camera, focusing it on her bod. It seemed about that Sami clip she realized her situation and started to tug upon her cuffs that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' estimable morning time sleeping beauty '' his gruff vox spoke, seemingly taunting in its step. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of alter character and sizes. John Cage lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to zilch ... and large contusion and cuts decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to take out the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so pass water sure you scream prissy and pretty for me sister, yeah ? ``

'' You lied to me ! You said this was a particular date ! ``

'' Oh this is a date. A date arranged by Mrs Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when reasonably girl'eyes dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true gloss. You see ... Most women like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all slut. You think high-dollar tool is how you 'll stave off anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and secern them that if they tell anyone you 'll dismantle them for all they 're worth.. But steady '' his strong hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his regard. `` I 've got nothing to lose. I get paid well to put pretty small Barbie 's like you six feet under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a better plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his heavy flesh to press the record button on the camera. The little red light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's dead body writhe and battle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his strong chest, more cicatrice adorning the flesh stretched across muscles that showed he was able-bodied to rise multitude with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hired man grasped the neck opening of her dress, a few bust wetting the back of his helping hand from her rallying cry as he tore open the frock, splitting the bed with a strait that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the cloth free of her form. It was discarded without second thought as he moved to ravel those thick finger's breadth in her haircloth, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other hired hand tore the bra from her var., the strap biting into her skin as they gave way from his pressure level. just as the painfulness faded a new painfulness was found as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in infliction, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to send something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The stick sensation left her dizzy, a soft buzzer speech sound in her ears.
Her centre opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her head in place as he licked blood from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his shaft, hard, pulsing from her anguish strait. It made her feel sick, her breadbasket churning. Her gist raced harshly against her ribcage as her fear of the man grew. What was wrongly with him ? ! How could he be so aroused by her botheration ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly deal her white meat again, twisting and pulling till the pain sensation had her squirming in home. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough biff to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain ground back atomic number 8 lost.
He brought his hand to her cheeks, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her pelt and his bobby pin mesh to her dentition. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush lips to blur her constitution onto her picket cutis. he leaned back to wipe his aspect clean of the scar before moving back to bite her let down lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced cutis and caused her to shed blood. She felt something move between her ramification, his hand yanking her scanty until they were strained against her conformation, then gave way. The wretched cleaning woman called in infliction, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hairsbreadth and pulled her mind back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her screeching made him simper and he moved down her body to tease her titty. He pulled back, her able to see a rather long midst rod in his manus ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high dollar shaft thats the only affair that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to keep out up he laughed and licked the cane. `` Oh no ... you 're here for good. `` he moved closer to her, reaching for something out of her furrow of sight as he brought a melanise leather cartoon strip with a silver gray band on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the anchor ring in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few pawl and motions and the creak of the forest as she felt herself move. He flipped the cross, her head at point with the genital organ of his blue jean. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him throb ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in hurting and she could feel him pulse against her again. A spot of insults were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her twat, thigh and consistency. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her skin, her wholly body mixed with bother. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat cock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her outcry of annoyance. His thick appendage dipped into her mouth here and there, his stiff odour making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of course the appreciation and intellection of how many people hed fucked made her nauseous. His sharp hits were unforgiving until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her face in the unenviable stench of him. His tongue moved over her pained pussycat and he flipped her back the powerful way. The ancestry rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as dizziness set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in cushion and pain ... It was prominent than the cane hed had. When did he switch items ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting gustatory modality of his come. He pressed his rooster into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` tell apart me you 're a slut and I 'll blockade ... '' He growled, pumping his stopcock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop over ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a strumpet please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A SLUT '' she screamed.

He grinned as he fucked her a bit longer, before pulling out and leaving the toy inside of her, smearing his hammer on her thighs before stepping back. She could find out the strait of the elevator ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my grimace, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hairsbreadth a mess. I walked forward to see the terms done, the red marks on her blench shape. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in virgin fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so regretful, I did n't intend to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your fate is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a place where trollop like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my comment as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her brass, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your middle will be the asterisk of the show, you 'll fit aright in with the sleep of the loose woman of the hard worker gang ... and you 'll never receive to shut down your ramification again ''

Her screams and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the phone of Michael 's laughter mix with those pleas as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the person to kill my husband..