THE pursual STORY IS FICTION. THIS fib CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND DISTURBANCE THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head hurts all over again. This time it's a sharp bother in the back of my head. I try to open my eyes, but they're sensible to the brightness of the room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my header. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my tone-beginning at the mall all over again !

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

"Whaa-what the ass is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself resign from the tape and ropes. I then hear footsteps approach me from a corner. I see a material body stand before me. My sight is still blurry but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Clark staring at me with a twisted smile on his face.

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

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

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

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

Clark steps to the side and allows me to expect forward to the bed where Violet lays.

She's passed out laying to her side facing me. Her look is covered in clean cuts and bruise. Her shuffling up is smeared from her tears. She wears ripped up yoga pants and a familiar spirit undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my vest from the night we had sex when I first got home for the summer ! How stupefied it was of me to consume forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and Violet so much pain sensation !

"Mark Clark ... .uh Mr. Deems Taylor ... I'm sorry for the troubles I've been causing to you and Ms. President Taylor. You're rectify about there being outcome to sleeping with a married woman. But this loony ! 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 wife as surety in a shit 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, Kenneth Bancroft Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his manus.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them know you're just fine. I took the shore leave of unlocking your phone while you were out inhuman and texting both of them that you're out with your supporter.

And just to make sure that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to recognise each other ... I'm going to ask for you to holler your male parent and explain why you'll be out of townsfolk for a few days ... more or less."

My center widen in disbelief auditory sense this. A few years as a hostage ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

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

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

"Saint Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call off ... .I'm TELLING you to call ! And you best profound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of danger ! Believe me ... I won't repetition myself !"

He continues to manoeuver his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his pocket. He quickly walk around the back of the chair to take my thumb to unlock my telephone set with the Touch ID. He walks back up to me and telephone dial my dad. He puts me on speaker system continuing to obligate the gun at me.

"hullo ?"

"Hey dad !"

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

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

There's a farsighted pause.

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

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

Another farsighted pause from my dad.

"fountainhead ... I would really prize open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. lovemaking you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me unique with violet and her psychotic husband for the next few twenty-four hour period ... without any variety of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be big having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of asshole ... having the ‘ sentence of your living'all throughout heights shoal and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my death chair trying to free myself again.

"Charles Joseph Clark ! YOU SICK nooky ! ! ! What do you require from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face changes to his typical stern saying as he takes his gun and whacks me heavily in the forefront. Everything goes dark ... ...

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I start to regain my consciousness again. My imaginativeness is clear this metre but my pass tone like it's about to burst ! The sickness is too a good deal for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my wit out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST variety of katzenjammer ever ! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the room. I smell the odour of bacon and maple syrup, and my fresh vomit of course. I look to the corner and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the way. He has a to-go bag from a topical anesthetic breakfast diner with a orotund tray. He sits down eating flapjack with eggs and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

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

He laughs when he says that survive part. 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 reddish blue. She's extensive awake and is sitting upward with her backbone 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 bottle of water in his hand.

"Where are my personal manner Luke ? You MUST be hungry ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottle and coldcock some water supply on my case. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the same.

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

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

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

I can't finis my time as Charles Joseph Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so grueling, I bit my tongue and immediately started to taste blood.

"SHUT UP ! plosive consonant shouting ! You scream one more time, and you're going to watch me tucker out my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can hear violet starting to cry louder in the ground as Clark regains his composure.

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

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

"Gospel of Luke ... I told you to stay far away from Violet for your safe ... but here's the taking into custody : SHE is the understanding why we are all here spending some quality time together.

You see Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talking to me, and does NOT crap an effort to satisfy me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to sleep together if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 long time spits on my case and screams to me how she's in love life 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 optic out. My heading is racing with millions of view and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilt as I stare at Clark. His face is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"Gospel of Luke ... I've been away overseas for a really longsighted prison term ... the only communication with my wife is via headphone and video chat. My whole marriage and having my child ... I've been in and out of their life history. Always away overseas ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this country. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been leisurely for me being away for months at a clip from my family. I've missed many of import vacation, birthdays, commencement ceremony, 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 last TWO YEARS racking up paid time off from oeuvre and settle to occur domicile and surprise my married woman ... ..and drop some quality fourth dimension with her for as retentive as I can. And estimate what I come home to ? An affair, emotional play, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his ira and hurt out at me, I sit with my head down to the story, soaking it all in. I know this is all my fault. He continues on.

"Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very little time I've known you. You are to find fault for wrecking my marriage and taking away the love of my life."

Clark gets up and paseo 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 breather from all the crying.

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

He then pulls out a pocket-size Aaron's rod from a bag he has on the desk and swordplay with the switch, exposing the flame. He walks right over to me and lets me hear the hissing auditory sensation of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered enough dear. All this has been very terrible 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 flat coat in holy terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain in the ass. I'm guessing it involves his knife and lighter.

I hear Violet start to shout, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my chairwoman forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to tranquillise her down as she starts to whimper.

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

I look up at Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

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

He takes the blowlamp 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 linkup with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't tell ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the rest of my summer away from home and not arrive back ! ! ! Think about what you're doing Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a look of disapproval as he ignores me. I can smell out the heat of the blade as he continues to send away it up. reddish blue shakes the bed as she tries to unloosen herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to kibosh with her gag on.

William 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 work in the armed services Saint Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my team overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto data of our enemies. We're honest at squeezing the the true out of them, one way or another. This right wing here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a charm. It's my favorite ! By the metre my knife is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how dissolute multitude weep like piddling pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

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

With that, he takes out epithelial duct tape and covers my mouth as a gag. I try to call for him to hold back but my countersign come out muffled.

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

I can barely hear violet as she hysterically begs for him to stop. Clark then takes the steel and begins to make slow but precise slit down my grimace. I can feel the pedigree trickle down running down my face as the pain stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the burns and the slice lesion. Charles Joseph Clark is still not done ! He takes the tongue, grabbing my shirt. In one quick movement, he cuts down the midriff, splitting my shirt in half.

Charles Joseph Clark then starts to slice my chest with the blade slowly down toward my stomach. The burning sense datum was adequate to make me sense faint. I start to lose consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my hide. Clark gash me up with the brand, drawing melodic phrase down my chest and my arms.

I can still hear the faint cry of reddish blue as Clark continues to press the burning at the stake hot sword on my physique and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU beloved HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is St. Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Kenneth Clark stops.

Seeing how weak I am, he yanks off the tape recording from my lip. I have lilliputian to no vim left inside me to talk. Much LE scream for supporter.

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

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

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

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

"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 words slip out.

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

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

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

He looks to reddish blue, who continues to cry silently with a scared apologetic spirit on her nerve at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my wife's turn to jump to feel the pain and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and Violet are going back to my base overseas. She will subsist with me, where I will have make out ascendence and be able to look out out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the hell I've endured so far and the botheration I feel getting defective, I don't try to crusade or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last smell at Violet before I feel the familiar strike to the back of my head with his gun.

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I awaken the next break of the day to the sounds of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my middle. I can barely motivate. I look down my chest and see dried roue splashed over me. My slice wound have begun to clot. I can still feel the burn fool on my case, pectus, arms, and abdomen. My intact body is sore ! I've lost all flavour in my stage from being tied for nearly two days ! My arms are light from being tied behind me as well. For a instant, I'm disoriented as I look at my environment not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing sum of money of botheration I'm in. The sounds of battle cry, 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 mint that's in front of me leaves me in repulsion ! I see violet laying completely unconditional on her chest of drawers at the end of the bed with her header hanging over the edge. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her invertebrate foot were tied with circle up in the air. Charles Joseph Clark stands at the bum of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her throat ! He holds her head while he thrusts his tool in and out of Violet's mouth with violent force ! Her face is completely red, covered in exertion, semen, and saliva. 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 elude his hold to rest. Only when she starts to turn regal, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her rima oris. violet has teardrop shedding down her face as she pleads for him to stop every time he takes his tool out of her mouth. She pleads and begs coughing and gasping for air.

"Joe Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to top out !"He then takes his cock and puts it back into her oral cavity. He begins to throw in and out at a speedy gait ! The sounds of his grunts and her throttling and gagging drives me insane !

"Charles Joseph Clark, plosive !"

As weak and exhausted as my consistence is, I have the strength to shout again.

Mark 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 !"

Kenneth Bancroft Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His consistency and massive, and covered with tattoos. His dick is almost doubly my size and almost feel like another heftiness as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his channel table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my lip, taking away my ability to speak again.

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

He takes my hot seat and puff me closer to her side by side to the bed.

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

Clark grabs her feet, taking off the forget me drug that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her handcuffs, revealing bruise on both her wrist from the tightness of the grip. Clark then picks up his underclothes off the storey, and folds it into a glob. He shoves the underclothing into her lip gagging her up. Violet doesn't even try to fight anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. Clark grabs the handcuff and railroad tie both her workforce to the bedpost. He takes her ramification and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the remains of her yoga trouser. Clark then violently yanks off her panties, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll give these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct taping on my face, and replaces it with her ripped panties in my lip. With a smile on his face, he spits on his hand multiple times and fray his cock.

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

I hear violet start to silently cry again as he grabs two of his meaty finger and violently thrusts them into her dickhead.

I can barely make out the words she cries out but hear a"please contain"amongst other words with her cries.

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

"Saint Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to do it around and enjoy my married woman. But she let you make love her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for days 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 weak to even try and contend what he's going to do.

"I need you to really concentre now. Here's where the fun really starts to give up in !"

Kenneth Clark then takes his cock and positions it with Violet's smashed asshole. Once his tip is in, Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going bollock deep !

Violet screams in sheer pain as he starts to force in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks reddish blue with such personnel, she bumps her head against the bedpost each metre he thrust into her. I close my eye trying to choke up out the vision of this nightmare stretch before my eyes. I wish I could block out the speech sound of her call and his oink ! He sounds like a fucking annoying fauna. If only I could grab his gun right now and strike hard his luminosity out !

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

"OH diddley ! holy place hoot Gospel of Luke ! ! I just tore your devotee's SOB apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"Kenneth Bancroft Clark pulls himself off of Violet and stands up next to the bed.

Violet has her expression to the pillow screaming in torture. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her body around in irritation. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Charles Joseph Clark's jizz with some blood.

"well Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the lonesome one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR round !"

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

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her manacle from the bedpost. Kenneth Clark snap up violet by the hairsbreadth and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm facing. She has bloodshot eyes and swollen lid from all her outcry. Her face is covered with tears and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no expression on her face. It's as if her soul was already dead and there was just a being in movement of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot tears start to shape and throw down my face. The bust burn my cheeks making their way down my knife wounds and burns on my face.

"Look at your fan BITCH ! ! You see this ? ? ? Gospel According to Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a fancy woman like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Mark Wayne Clark continues to hollo at violet while she looks away. She's too weak to even cry.

"Look Luke ! Look at your fan ! looking at at this WHORE ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an opened feeding bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her face and opens her sass. He pours piddle down her throat until she starts to expire and cough. He takes the remainder of the feeding bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely exsiccate, but the splash of water helps revive my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap reddish blue. Hard ! He slaps her face full moon force out with the front and back sides of his hand. He grabs her neck and starts to strangle her while roughly shaking her head back and Forth River.

At this 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 ready to continue our fun !"

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

"Gospel According to Luke ! It's time for us to have intercourse your lover together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to stop. Telling him that she's been through decent, but he ignores me and laughs.

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

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

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING art object OF hoot ! You're a fucking colossus ! You can kill me now if you think I'm going to enter in your sick game ! !"

Mark Wayne Clark just sighs and throw off his head with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to shit this fun. Give you a little bit of pleasure 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 love this squawk with me."

Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the sensation of that burning steel on my torso all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slices Violet's exposed breast with it. Hard ! I see blood flowing down her body to the bedsheets. violet covers her grimace with one hand as she sobs in annoyance. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my bureau as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! delight 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 fan before I grab my gun and bust your head open."

Violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her body insistency against mine due to my injuries. We both have a brief passionate consequence as we stare at each other facial expression to face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and feels my knife wounds. We press our foreheads together and close our eyes. Our brief moment of quietude is interrupted when Clark yanks her upwardly forcing her to stand. He grabs my cock, still heavy, and aligns it for her with her slit. He then grabs her shoulder and shoves her all the way down onto my cock. Violet lets out a promptly painful pant as she closes her eye. bust get down to occur down her face again. I close my eyes in revulsion as I try not to cry myself.

"Now ride AWAY kick ! Ride his dick ! !"Clark instruction.

Violet slowly starts to move her dead body up and down my shaft. It kills me to admit how undecomposed it felt. Slowly she continues to ride me. Up and down. Joe Clark stands and watches with a sickening flavour of joy on his aspect. He starts to stroke his cock while watching her fucking me.

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

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

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the base. Clark seize my chair and leans me backwards against the incline of the bed. My upper back and my principal lay against the bedside as the two straw man peg of the chairman are up in the air. Kenneth Clark then picks Violet off the base 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 tool with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to break apart this party, so earnest I'm going have to ask you to swap holes. Put Gospel According to Luke's putz into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Kenneth Clark had a very composure look of spokesperson when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, violet pulls my cock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

Fuck she's so tight ! shoemaker's last time I fucked her ass was during my final days of spring rift ! Of course, this was a very different situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Mark Wayne Clark quickly gets on top of us and propagate heart-to-heart her pegleg. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her pussy.

"Gospel According to Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hips and make love this bitch with me at the same meter ! So you dear do so or else I'm going to call for this blade and replace your dick with it and shove it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my hips up and down, fucking reddish blue's ass. reddish blue wince in pain each clock time we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks violet with me. I'm able to pick up the pace picayune by little. I try my best to hotfoot up my sexual climax. The faster I cum, the quicker this shit gets off of me and Violet. I try to flood my mind with positive memories I have had with reddish blue so far. Memories start to get of when we first met. storage of how she last minute joined my ally and I in United Mexican States for natural spring recess. Memories of me and my best protagonist Jacob fucking her together on the beach. Memories of the random hookup I had that Saami week. Memories of her sister Linda coming to town for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of course, retention of the night not so long ago we declared our love for each other. The weekend we spent together while her husband was away on a fishing head trip.

It doesn't take long for me to pop out getting the feeling in my carrier bag of an sexual climax approaching. I pick up my step, with all my Department of Energy left in me. Violet groan in pain while I continue to thrust up and down. I feel awful about it but I need to finish so I can get Clark off of me and her. Mark Wayne Clark starts to grunt like a wild animal again as he tries to remain at my pace. No such luck. With my hands tied behind me and my stage tied in front, my pelvic arch are going berserk as I try to squeeze out an sexual climax.

"Fuck ! !"

I scream out loud.

Violet's shout of pain actually calms down a bit with a silent intimation of pleasure.

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

"My twist again to cum on this bitch !"

Clark pulls Violet towards him. He grabs her hair and Northerner it to pull her face to his cock as he strokes himself with intense military force. reddish blue closes her eye as he starts to yammer. Mark Wayne Clark hits his sexual climax and Violet is greeted with masses of ejaculate to her centre, nose, and mouth. This guy had an orgasm not too long ago and yet he spills massive loads of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hand and fray his nerve all over her case.

"Now lick my hired hand off cunt ! !"

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

With a aspect of expiation, Kenneth Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the handcuff and ties her hands upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drag on me close to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us contribution the same facial expression of apology and regret.

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

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

"I have some errands to run. You both dear be on your intimately behavior."

William Clark walks past us and then Michigan. He looks at me and grinning.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

He reaches for reddish blue's ripped scanty and shoves them back into my mouth gagging me once again.

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

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

I stare over at reddish blue. She looks at me with sadness and tries to muffle an apology. She waves her head at me and nods in the direction of the door, her way of telling me to try and liberate myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my helping hand but make very petty progress. Between the tongue wounds, desiccation, and starvation, my torso was just too weak. My fountainhead was throbbing from the insistence of me shaking my body up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost irrefutable I have another concussion from all the times I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first off one back a duet weeks ago in the mall parking lot !

"Luke ... baby expression at me."

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

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

She takes deeply breath between each time as she talks. She's having difficulty talking to me because of her lack of DOE as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

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

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your lifetime depends on it ! Go be with your family unit. Don't concern about me. I need you to notice the strength and the braveness to free yourself. I need you to live ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and killing 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 cause to run away. But life would just not be enjoyable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her right groundwork and extends it to my grimace. She turns her foot into a claw-like shape and seize her panties that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few effort but she's able to pull them far back enough for me to sprinkle them out completely. She gives me a smile as she starts to cry with tears of easing.

"talk of the town to me baby."

I look at her with bust in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this monster ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will kill you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's dangerous ! A deranged lunatic ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my heart ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the eternal rest of my life without you !"

reddish blue gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to sweep up her ! I need to feel her touch and buss her. My passion for her is decent to give me the persuasiveness to pull hard on the ropes behind me. I yank them grueling and harder. I yell in painful sensation as the ropes loosen up their tight grips on me. The rope burn and cut my peel as they begin to bust. It takes me awhile for me to really loosen up the R-2 ! I'm finally able to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my correct arm and pull in off the difference of the rope. My hands were complimentary ! ! I reach over to the nighttime stand and grab the knife. I start to cut away at the duct magnetic tape that has bounded me for 24-hour interval ! Alas, I'm barren ! ! !

I stand up from my electric chair and immediately fall over to my slope. My ramification were too weak from the loss of blood menstruum sitting in a president tied up for days, having absolutely no social movement !

"Gospel According to Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the base for a few import and then use whatever military posture I have left to reach up to the bed to use as support to pick me up.

"I'm ok ... I just call for a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly capable to regain my balance. I can't feel my legs at this period and my arms feel like jelly. I grab a formative cup next to the television system and arrive at my way to the lav. I turn on the faucet and pour the tap body of water into the cup. I start to tope up and hydrate. Scripture can not describe how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cups of water, I pour a cup for Violet and stimulate my way to her.

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

"Gospel of Luke, if you want me to get away with you, you're going to own to use that tongue and cut these cuffs off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the manacle with him ! Just know that it's not too late for you to get off and run away ! You have a full lifetime ahead of you ! If you don't leave in clip, 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 experience that."

I look at violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of veneration and desperation in her eyes. I reach over and touch her face. I lean my drumhead into hers and for the inaugural time in what felt like an eternity, we parcel a osculation. It's a inscrutable passionate osculation, but it feels so dissimilar. 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 !"

Violet smiles weakly and nods her straits. She understood. I immediately start slicing at the chain of the handcuffs cutting as backbreaking and fast as possible. After going at it for almost half an hour, I was making little to no endeavor. The knife was already dull after the hell that Clark had put me through with it. My hired man starts to get tired from the force of me trying it cut the metal chemical chain in half. I eventually decide to hold back and figure out another plan.

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

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and open up the latch where one would insert the key to lock and unlock the cuffs. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. On the other side of the desk, I see Mark Wayne Clark's gun ! I grab it and train it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chair is positioned. reddish blue looks at me with concern.

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

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can happen ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? violet look at us ! This is Bad ! This intact situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear footsteps approach the room from outdoor. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely capable to do so, as I hear the door start to unlock. I grab the oddment of the ropes that tied me and set my hands behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouthpiece with reddish blue's panties, the door swings open. We both pretend to be asleep as Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my eyes slightly to see what he's doing. To my staring surprise, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"Wake up !"

He slaps her knockout against the aspect. Violet jolt up in surprisal. Joe Clark then makes his way over to me with a bottle of water. I see it coming but still act storm when he splashes me with cold water to the face.

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

I ignore him while I do my advantageously to hide my arms behind the chair.

Mark Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my metrical foot. I forgot about the duct tape !

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

My centre is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE ass ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR nates NOW cunt ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and grasp for his pocket tongue on the bed. That Same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and thorax. The dusty H2O to the boldness gives me plenty adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the base. I hit my head with a loudly thud ! My visual modality starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

I hear violet screaming in the background. I look over to my slope. There lies Charles Joseph Clark in a pool of blood. Dead. I feel the coldness metal of the gun in my hired man. I can't move. I can barely see as my vision is blurred. I'm in and out of awareness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the comrade whizz of faint sweeping over me.

"Gospel According to 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 hunky-dory. I try to move, but my body is paralyze and I feel a sharp awful pain jolt from my neck up to the spinal column of my caput. My capitulum is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my live on glimpse of Clark's stiff and violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the aloofness once my vision is completely gone.

"Yes hullo ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR assistance ! This is a matter of biography AND DEATH ! You need to broadcast help right away ! !"

I hear the public figure Jeff one Thomas More time as Violet's frantic voice on the earphone disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a proctor. I'm in a bed with an oxygen masque on my fount, and a bunch of thermionic vacuum tube around me. I register by the night-robe I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

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

Before I can ask her any questions, she quickly leaves my room and steps outside the threshold. I hear her calling someone over the earphone.

"how-do-you-do ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds in force, 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 affect my dead body around. I'm barely able to wiggle my hired hand and arms. I try to wiggle my toes and agnise I have no intuitive feeling in my legs and foundation.

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

The nanny walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh love ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's natural that you won't have any touch sensation in your eubstance for some clip. You're going to have to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and continue on with pattern life activities."

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

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

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go find my physician to pass 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 doorway of my way. I look up to see a tall Black person man in a line courting 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 name is Jeffrey baptistery. I'm an old friend of violet Joseph Deems Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five month !"

I'm laying there trying to count on out what the net thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my nous flashes back to those final moments at the motel with Kenneth Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's shrieking. I remember her giving someone a outcry named Jeff right before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my family ? Where's violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an understanding smile.

"Lucas, I will pass you an do to all those requisite query in due time. For now, you must continue to bring around. You lost a lot of blood that Night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force hurt to the head you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alert ! For now what I can distinguish you is that you're in a fix hospital elbow room in Washington DC, and that your menage is ok and reddish blue is doing a lot better each day."

I'm grateful 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 position of the country.

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

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

"Lucas, I must warn you what I'm about to severalise you is not going to be prosperous. 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 reddish blue are all rubber. However, in order for us to hold open it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a squad of citizenry had to misrepresent your Death ... ..you don't need to vex about the details. Just know that your class believes that Lucas Gene Kelly Bessie Smith ( my full epithet ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the newsworthiness.

"Jeff, why would you need to fake my death ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor ! It was all in self-protection !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US Military most likely wouldn't. Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the Navy. He was division of an elite Special Ops team that did ‘ not live'per say. As of right now, his status is just MIA. Me and my squad of hoi polloi were able to properly cast out of his body and scavenge up all the grounds of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If citizenry knew he was perfectly, you and your category would highly likely be at risk of revenge caused by any varlet military officials. Especially if this vitrine went to drag ! You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

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

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some time to think about all this. I'll contain up on you in a footling bit to give you information about your new identity."

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

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