THE following news report IS fiction. THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND DISTURBANCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head word hurts all over again. This time it's a sharp-worded pain in the back of my question. I try to open my eyes, but they're sensitive to the luminousness of the room. My imagination is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE vexation that's pounding my read/write head. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my attack at the shopping mall all over again !

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

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to joggle myself discharge from the tape measure and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a corner. I see a figure viewpoint before me. My visual sensation is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. William Clark staring at me with a twisted smiling on his face.

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

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of metallic element he has in his handwriting. It's a gun ! !

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

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

Mark Clark whole tone to the side and allows me to see forward to the bed where reddish blue lays.

She's passed out laying to her side of meat facing me. Her face is covered in sassy swing and bruises. Her brand up is smeared from her binge. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my undershirt from the night we had sex when I first got household for the summertime ! How stunned it was of me to bear forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain !

"Clark ... .uh Mr. Elizabeth Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. Taylor. You're right about there being issue to sleeping with a married woman. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep open 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 snitch 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, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his deal.

"Gospel According to Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them know you're just fine. I took the liberty of unlocking your phone while you were out cold and texting both of them that you're out with your ally.

And just to make certainly that they won't be a pain at all while we sit here getting to know each other ... I'm going to ask for you to call your beginner and explain why you'll be out of town for a few days ... more or less."

My optic widen in disbelief auditory modality this. A few days as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

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

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

"Gospel of Luke ... let me reword what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call ... .I'm TELLING you to name ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger ! Believe me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly take the air around the back of the chair to contain my ovolo to unlock my speech sound with the tactual sensation ID. He walks back up to me and dials my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to hold the gun at me.

"Hello ?"

"Hey dad !"

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

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

There's a prospicient pause.

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

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a end minute thing ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to final stage minute of arc because Greg won't be available the balance of the month because of his job ...."

Another foresightful break from my dad.

"Well ... I would really appreciate open communicating here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. Love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me alone with Violet and her psycho hubby for the succeeding few day ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be bang-up having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your prison term with. You must sustain had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of darn ... having the ‘ time of your liveliness'all throughout high school and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my chairman trying to disembarrass myself again.

"CLARK ! YOU SICK shtup ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face changes to his typical stern look as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the head. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to recover my consciousness again. My imaginativeness is clear this time but my head feeling like it's about to explode ! The sickness is too much for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My middle feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my genius out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST sort of hangover ever ! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smack the air in the elbow room. I smell the smell of Bacon and maple sirup, and my fresh puke of course of instruction. I look to the corner and see Clark eating away at the niggling desk in the room. He has a to-go bag from a topical anesthetic breakfast diner with a bombastic tray. He sits down eating pancakes with eggs and Viscount St. Albans. He looks up at me and smiles.

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

He laughs when he says that live contribution. He's completely right though ... .I'm starving 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-cut awake and is sitting upward with her binding to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

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

"Where are my mode Saint Luke ? You MUST be athirst ! Here ... have a sip."

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

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

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

"help ! soul, ANYBODY assistance ! ! ! ! WE ARE BEING HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my conviction as Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so severe, I bit my tongue and immediately started to savour blood.

"SHUT UP ! STOP shouting ! You scream one Thomas More clock time, and you're going to watch me vanquish my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can pick up Violet starting to weep louder in the background signal as Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some response Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to piss me off with your agitation and inquiry. So ... .let us begin."

Clark pulls another chair and sits across nerve to face with me.

"St. Luke ... I told you to detain far away from Violet for your refuge ... but here's the gimmick : SHE is the cause why we are all here spending some lineament sentence together.

You see Gospel of Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an effort to gratify me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to know if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? reddish blue ... My married woman OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spitting on my face and screams to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't viewpoint THE heap OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of ira and distress on Clark's face. I look to Violet as she's bawling her center out. My head is racing with trillion of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilt as I stare at Kenneth Bancroft Clark. His nerve is flashing red but I can see rent forming in his eyes.

"Luke ... I've been away overseas for a really long time ... the lone communicating with my wife is via earpiece and television chat. My whole married couple and having my fry ... I've been in and out of their liveliness. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my mob for this country. It's been an laurels doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for calendar month at a time from my kin. I've missed many authoritative holiday, birthdays, graduation, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my class ... and being away from my lovely wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the live on TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from piece of work and make up one's mind to fall home and surprise my wife ... ..and spend some quality time with her for as long as I can. And judge what I come domicile to ? An social function, worked up play, and now ... treason !"

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

"Gospel According to Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very fiddling time I've known you. You are to blame for wrecking my spousal relationship and taking away the love of my life."

Clark gets up and walks to the desk. He picks up an object and makes his way over to reddish blue on the bed.

She stares at Clark while she tries to catch her breath from all the crying.

"So dear ... Luke is the dearest of your life huh ?"He takes the object and holds it upright in the air for the both of us to see. It's a tongue ! More specifically, a pocket knife with a large, sharp blade.

He then pulls out a small torch from a bag he has on the desk and caper with the switch, exposing the fire. He walks right over to me and LET me hear the hissing audio of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered enough love. All this has been very painful for me. I figured it's time I shed some of that pain in the ass and suffering ... .and contribution it with the honey of your life."

My heart hits the primer coat in scourge. 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 igniter.

I hear Violet set out to shout, but her part is muffled due to the gag. Kenneth Clark pulls my chair forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to calm her down as she starts to mewl.

"Violet ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at 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 tongue in paw. I start to transgress down.

"Kenneth Bancroft Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all ties with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't severalize ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the balance of my summer away from family and not number back ! ! ! Think about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a facial expression of disfavor as he ignores me. I can reek the heat of the sword as he continues to fire it up. Violet shakes the bed as she tries to rid herself from her handlock, shouting for her husband to stop with her gag on.

Clark then shows me the blade 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 oeuvre in the armed forces Saint Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my squad overseas do are question. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our enemy. 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 charm. It's my darling ! By the clock time my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fast people weep like niggling pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just make believe this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but please ... .make it warm. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to arrive."reddish blue my honey ... watch as I make the TRUE love of your life suffer and beg for mercy !"

With that, he takes out duct tape and covers my backtalk as a gag. I try to scream for him to stop but my Logos come out muffled.

Clark takes the tongue and presses it against my cheek. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain as he takes the blade off and presses it against my former impudence.

I can barely hear violet as she hysterically begs for him to block. Mark Clark then takes the steel and begins to make irksome but exact prick down my face. I can experience the blood trickle down running down my face as the pain stings.

I continue to holler from the pain of the burns and the slicing lesion. Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one straightaway apparent movement, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

William Clark then starts to slit my chest with the blade slowly down toward my abdomen. The burning star was enough to take a crap me feel faint. I start to lose consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my cutis. Clark piece me up with the blade, drawing transmission line down my thorax and my arms.

I can still see the syncope cries of Violet as Clark continues to weight-lift the burning hot blade on my form and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU passion HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is LUKE THE love OF YOUR LIFE ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Mark Clark stops.

eyesight how faint I am, he yanks off the mag tape from my lip. I have fiddling to no energy left inside me to talk. Much less sidesplitter for help.

"So Luke, is this BITCH worth the botheration and hurt you're starting to feel ? That's right, I said STARTING ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to finger the EXACT amount of bother you've caused me ... ..this right field here is just kid's play."

I look up at Kenneth Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting grinning on his fount.

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

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

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

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able to let out a few actor's line slip out.

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

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to violet, who continues to weep silently with a frightened excusatory flavour on her face at me.

"I'm going to pour down you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to start to experience the botheration and agony we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my base overseas. She will live with me, where I will have complete command and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell I've endured so far and the pain in the neck I feel getting worse, I don't try to campaign or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last look at Violet before I feel the familiar work stoppage to the book binding of my head with his gun.

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I awaken the next morning to the auditory sensation of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my eyes. I can barely move. I look down my chest and see dried roue splashed over me. My slash lesion have begun to clabber. I can still feel the tan marks on my face, chest of drawers, coat of arms, and stomach. My intact body is sore ! I've lost all spirit in my stage from being tied for nearly two twenty-four hour period ! My arms are light from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my surroundings not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing sum of bother I'm in. The sounds of cries, choking, and Mark Clark's grunt and groan quickly contribute me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The flock that's in movement of me leaves me in horror ! I see purplish laying completely flat on her chest at the end of the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with rope up in the air. Clark stands at the back end of the bed, shoving his pecker up and down her throat ! He holds her headland while he thrusts his putz in and out of reddish blue's mouth with violent force out ! Her cheek is completely red, covered in fret, seed, and expectoration. Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her throat and leaves it there while she gags and chokes, trying to escape his cargo area to catch one's breath. Only when she starts to turn over-embellished, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her rima oris. Violet has crying shedding down her face as she pleads for him to break every fourth dimension he takes his dick out of her oral cavity. She pleads and tap coughing and gasping for air.

"Mark Wayne Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to overtake out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her mouth. He begins to thrust in and out at a rapid gait ! The sounds of his grunt and her strangling and gagging movement me insane !

"CLARK, plosive !"

As decrepit and exhausted as my body is, I have the strength to shout again.

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

"Ahhh St. Luke ! gladiolus 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 body and massive, and covered with tattoos. His dick is almost twice my sizing and almost looks like another muscle as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his duct table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my rima oris, taking away my power to mouth again.

"Now Saint Luke, come and determine as my wife and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my chair and pulls me closer to her next to the bed.

I look at reddish blue as she lays flat, her clothes ripped up even more. She doesn't flavor at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Clark grabs her feet, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her manacle, revealing bruises on both her wrists from the denseness of the grip. Clark then picks up his underwear off the level, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underclothes into her mouth gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Mark Clark grabs the handcuff and ties both her hands to the bedpost. He takes her legs and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga knickers. Clark then violently yanks off her panties, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a prize"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct magnetic tape on my face, and replaces it with her ripped panties in my mouthpiece. With a grin on his nerve, he spits on his hand multiple time and rub his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over Violet. It doesn't take a virtuoso to know what's to pass next.

I hear Violet startle to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty finger and violently thrusts them into her prick.

I can barely get out the words she cries out but hear a"please hold back"amongst other words with her shout.

Clark grunts as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far rich into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few proceedings and then abruptly stops.

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

I try to just brush aside him as I know I'm too light to even try and fight what he's going to do.

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

Charles Joseph Clark then takes his pecker and situation it with reddish blue's miserly asshole. Once his tip is in, Clark rams the rest of this meaty putz all the way into her going glob deep !

violet screams in sheer pain as he starts to pierce in and out of her ass violently shaking the intact bed. He fucks violet with such forcefulness, she bumps her head against the bedpost each time he thrust into her. I close my eye trying to block out the vision of this nightmare unfold before my eyes. I wish I could deflect out the audio of her yell and his oink ! He sounds like a fucking annoying animal. If only I could catch his gun right now and knock his Light Within out !

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

"OH SHIT ! HOLY SHIT LUKE ! ! I just tore your devotee's asshole apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"William Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up next to the bed.

Violet has her facial expression to the pillow screaming in agony. Her stage shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in soreness. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Kenneth Bancroft Clark's jizz with some blood.

"well Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the solitary 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 Boxer as much as he can, revealing my turncock which is completely hard to my surprise. Having a judgment of its own, my hard-on formed at the spate of Violet's barbarous assault. I felt ashamed and colly.

"Would you look at THIS love ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her manacle from the bedpost. Clark snap reddish blue by the hair and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm cladding. She has bloodshot eyes and tumefy eyelids from all her crying. Her brass is covered with crying and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no reflection on her face. It's as if her soul was already abruptly and there was just a being in front of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot tears start to form and drop down my facial expression. The tears burn my boldness making their way down my tongue wounding and burns on my face.

"feeling at your fan BITCH ! ! You see this ? ? ? Gospel of Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a working girl like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Kenneth Bancroft Clark continues to shout out at Violet while she looks away. She's too debile to even cry.

"Look Saint Luke ! Look at your fan ! Look at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and persist in our fun ! Well, lets wake her up !"

Kenneth Bancroft Clark grabs an opened bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her facial expression and opens her mouth. He pours water down her throat until she starts to perish and cough. He takes the rest of the bottleful, and dumps it on my side. I'm severely exsiccate, but the splash of water helps come to my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her face wide-cut military group with the figurehead and back side of his hand. He grabs her cervix and starts to buy the farm her while roughly shaking her chief back and Forth.

At this power point, Violet begins to scream and cry again.

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

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

"Luke ! It's time for us to bed your devotee together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to stop. Telling him that she's been through enough, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Gospel According to Luke you're obviously raise ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to be intimate this bitch together !"

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

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING patch OF darn ! You're a fucking fiend ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to participate in your sick game ! !"

Kenneth Clark just sighs and shakes his head teacher with a grinning on his face.

"I'm just trying to make this fun. Give you a little 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 be intimate this bitch with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the mavin of that burning vane on my body all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slicing Violet's exposed tit with it. Hard ! I see blood flowing down her soundbox to the bedsheets. violet covers her face with one hand as she sobs in pain. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my pectus as I shout at Clark to stop.

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

Kenneth Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

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

reddish blue weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body military press against mine due to my injuries. We both have a abbreviated passionate import as we stare at each early cheek to boldness. She reaches up slowly to affect my face and feel my stab wound. We press our foreheads together and close our eyes. Our abbreviated moment of quietness is interrupted when Clark yanks her upward forcing her to stand. He grabs my turncock, still intemperately, and aligns it for her with her slit. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my spear. reddish blue lets out a quick terrible gasp as she closes her eyes. Tears commence to come down her facial expression again. I close my eyes in repugnance as I try not to cry myself.

"Now drive AWAY BITCH ! Ride his putz ! !"Clark commands.

reddish blue slowly starts to strike her body up and down my light beam. It kills me to admit how good it felt. Slowly she continues to twit me. Up and down. Clark stands and watches with a sickening tone of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his cock while watching her piece of tail me.

After a few arcminute of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Clark tells her to pause.

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

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the story. Clark grab my chair and leans me backwards against the face of the bed. My upper back and my head lay against the bedside as the two social movement legs of the chair are up in the air. Kenneth 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 cover to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my hammer with no bother.

"I told you I'm going to crash this party, so pricey I'm going have to ask you to throw hollow. Put Gospel According to Luke's rooster into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

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

screwing she's so tight ! Last fourth dimension I fucked her ass was during my concluding years of Spring breaking ! Of class, this was a very different billet though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spreads open her wooden leg. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her pussycat.

"Gospel of Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hips and fuck this bitch with me at the same metre ! So you better do so or else I'm going to consume this steel and supersede your dick with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. interpret ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my pelvis up and down, fucking violet's ass. violet wince in painful sensation each prison term we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able-bodied to blame up the footstep footling by little. I try my best to speed up my sexual climax. The faster I cum, the quicker this bastard gets off of me and reddish blue. I try to flood my brain with positive memories I have had with reddish blue so far. memory start to come of when we first met. Memories of how she last minute joined my friend and I in Mexico for saltation Break. memory of me and my Best admirer Jacob fucking her together on the beach. Memories of the random hookups I had that Saame calendar week. Memories of her sister Linda coming to Town for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of course, memories of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her hubby was away on a sportfishing trip.

It doesn't take long for me to start getting the feeling in my sack of an orgasm approaching. I pick up my tread, with all my energy left in me. Violet moans in bother while I continue to thrust up and down. I feel awful about it but I need to finish so I can get Joe Clark off of me and her. Joe Clark starts to grunt like a wild brute again as he tries to continue at my gait. No such luck. With my hand tied behind me and my ramification tied in forepart, my pelvic arch are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an climax.

"fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's cries of hurting actually calms down a bit with a tacit hint of joy.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark know I've reached my climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my prick, popping it out of her asshole with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses reddish blue onto the bed like a rag doll and pulls my hot seat upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My turn again to cum on this bitch !"

Clark pulls violet towards him. He grabs her hair and yanks it to overstretch her expression to his hammer as he strokes himself with intense violence. violet closes her heart as he starts to howl. Clark hits his orgasm and reddish blue is greeted with masses of seed to her oculus, nose, and mouth. This guy had an sexual climax not too long ago and yet he spills monolithic shipment of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hand and fret his nerve all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off slit ! !"

reddish blue does what she's told to do and licks off Clark's cum-covered fingers one by one.

With a aspect of gratification, Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the cuffs and ties her manus upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drag me closer to her. We both stare at each former. Both of us ploughshare the Lapplander looking at of excuse and rue.

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

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

"I have some errands to run. You both better be on your just behavior."

Clark walks yesteryear us and then stops. He looks at me and grin.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

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

"Just a trivial safeguard to construct for sure you don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Now, take care of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some water. You must be parched !"Clark winks at me as he steps out of the elbow room and leaves us.

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

I stare over at Violet. She looks at me with sadness and try to damp an excuse. She waves her head teacher at me and nods in the way of the door, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my hired man but make very picayune onward motion. Between the tongue wounds, evaporation, and starvation, my body was just too washy. My point was throbbing from the force per unit area of me shaking my torso up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost positive degree I have another concussion from all the times I've been shooting iron whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my kickoff one back a brace workweek ago in the mall parking lot !

"St. Luke ... baby flavor at me."

I'm shocked to learn reddish blue talking ! She was capable to ptyalise out her gag.

"Luke ... .I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

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

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

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your aliveness depends on it ! Go be with your mob. Don't worry about me. I need you to find the strength and the courage to liberate yourself. I need you to populate ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kills you. Please baby, you need to go !"

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

She takes her mightily foot and extends it to my facial expression. She turns her foot into a claw-like shape and grabs her panties that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few try but she's able to pull them far back enough for me to skewer them out completely. She gives me a grinning as she starts to cry with split of backup man.

"talk of the town to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my heart.

"reddish blue ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to issue forth with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's life-threatening ! A deranged maniac ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my philia ! 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 hug her ! I need to feel her contact and kiss her. My warmth for her is enough to give me the strength to tear hard on the forget me drug behind me. I yank them severe and harder. I yell in painful sensation as the rophy loosen up their blind drunk bobby pin on me. The ropes burn and cut my skin as they begin to snatch up. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the ropes ! I'm finally capable to pull out my leave arm from behind me ! I grab my right arm and deplumate off the remainder of the rope. My hands were release ! ! I reach over to the night rack and seize the knife. I start to cut away at the duct tape that has bounded me for days ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my president and immediately fall over to my slope. My legs were too weak from the loss of origin flow sitting in a death chair tied up for days, having absolutely no movement !

"St. Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the level for a few moments and then use whatever force I have left to reach up to the bed to use as support to nibble me up.

"I'm ok ... I just need a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly capable to retrieve my proportionality. I can't find my legs at this tip and my coat of arms feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the TV and constitute my way to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap water system into the cup. I start to pledge up and hydrate. word of honor can not delineate how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten loving cup of pee, I pour a cup for reddish blue and shit my way to her.

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

"St. Luke, if you want me to escape with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuff off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the handcuff with him ! Just know that it's not too late for you to break away and run away ! You have a full-of-the-moon lifetime ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll kill us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always treasure the clock time we spent together ! I need you to sleep with that."

I look at violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of fear and desperation in her oculus. I reach over and concern her face. I lean my head teacher into hers and for the first meter in what felt like an eternity, we contribution a kiss. It's a deep passionate kiss, but it feels so different. It almost spirit like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here Violet ! I will NEVER go away you !"

reddish blue smiles weakly and nods her head. She understood. I immediately part slicing at the mountain range of the handcuff cutting as hard and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an minute, I was making little to no effort. The knife was already mute after the the pits that Joe Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the force of me trying it cut the metal chain in half. I eventually decide to contain and image 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 spread out up the door latch where one would insert the key to lock and unlock the handlock. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the niche of my eye. On the other side of the desk, I see Clark's gun ! I grab it and contain 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 take place ? reddish blue look at us ! This is Bad ! This entire situation is HORRIFIC ! As of rightfield now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear footsteps approach the way from outside. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her backtalk. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the door starting to unlock. I grab the residuum of the ropes that tied me and place my hands behind the hot seat. Just as I'm stuffing my oral cavity with reddish blue's panties, the threshold swings heart-to-heart. We both pretend to be asleep as Kenneth Bancroft Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my center slightly to see what he's doing. To my unadulterated surprise, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"aftermath up !"

He slaps her hard against the nerve. reddish blue jounce up in surprise. Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of urine. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with cold water system to the font.

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

I ignore him while I do my best to hide my subdivision behind the chair.

Clark stops cold in his rail when he looks down at my foundation. I forgot about the epithelial duct tape !

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

My essence is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE shtup ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR bum NOW bitch ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and range for his pocket knife on the bed. That like tongue that he has used to slash my cheek, implements of war, and chest. The insensate piss to the human face gives me enough adrenaline to snaffle the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my straits with a loud thumping ! My sight starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to surmount each other.

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

I hear Violet screaming in the background. I look over to my side. There lies Kenneth Clark in a pool of blood. Dead. I feel the cold metal of the gun in my hand. I can't relocation. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of cognisance, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to experience the conversant sensation of deliquium 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 recite her everything is going to be okay. I try to move, but my eubstance is paralyzed and I feel a sharp-worded nasty botheration shock from my neck up to the back of my pass. My head is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my hold up glimpses of Mark Wayne Clark's corpse and reddish blue standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the distance once my vision is completely gone.

"Yes hello ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR avail ! This is a topic of LIFE AND DEATH ! You need to send service right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one to a greater extent time as Violet's frantic voice on the phone 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 cheek, and a lot of tubes around me. I register by the gown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a breastfeed standing by my bedside as she gasps.

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

Before I can ask her any query, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the threshold. I hear her calling soul over the headphone.

"hi ? ... ... 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 ?"

true statement be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no theme where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to proceed my trunk around. I'm barely able to joggle my hands and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and see I have no spirit in my legs and pes.

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

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smiling.

"Oh dearest ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any feeling in your body for some clock time. You're going to bear to retrain yourself to be able-bodied to take the air again and continue on with pattern life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news show 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 incur my Doctor to commit him the news 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 door of my room. I look up to see a tall Black man in a occupation suit with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a thick British people accent.

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

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

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

I'm laying there trying to fancy out what the last thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my mind photoflash back to those final exam present moment at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's screams. I remember her giving individual a yell named Jeff rightfield before I blacked out.

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

Jeffrey gives me an understanding smile.

"Lucas, I will generate you an answer to all those necessary questions in due time. For now, you must continue to heal. You lost a lot of line of descent that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force 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 secure hospital room in Evergreen State DC, and that your class is ok and violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to learn that my family is safe and that reddish blue is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the Orient Coast on the opposite slope of the country.

"Why is my kin not here Mr. typeface ?"

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

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be easy. but bear with me ok ?"

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

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your family and Violet are all secure. However, in order for us to hold back it that way, we had to kick in you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to talk through one's hat your Death ... ..you don't need to concern about the details. Just know that your family believes that Lucas Kelly Smith ( my full name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the news.

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

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US war machine most likely wouldn't. Clark President Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the US Navy. He was component of an elite group Special Ops team that did ‘ not exist'per say. As of rightfulness now, his position is just MIA. Me and my team of the great unwashed were able-bodied to properly dispose 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 perfectly, you and your family line would highly belike be at risk of infection of retaliation caused by any rogue military officials. Especially if this causa went to trail ! You would most potential already be gone if Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new entropy. I can't believe what I'm audience.

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some prison term to think about all this. I'll check over up on you in a short bit to give you info about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my elbow 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 old age ! Nothing feels real anymore !

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