I still call up the aspect in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald optic and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the humanity, knowing I 'd been following my husband around. He 'd been cheating for a spell, and that I knew, but my best friend Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to recognize ? To dedicate me the tone that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost feel the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't stand by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my storage as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his aspect, hard jaw lining up to rugged facial hairsbreadth marred here and there with small scars, conveniently shaped like where a cleaning woman 's nail may have grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the piece, black eyes set evenly on his feature article, bushed eyebrow and slight rim. His shoulder were large-minded and squared off as he spoke again.

'' Did you get word me ? '' he said.

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

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

The codewords were cute. go steady in this case meant Cassandra 's snatch. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I want ? other than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch eyes ever again, and she 'd no longer be on my moral sense ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to deliver the news show of where she will be going for the repose of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to look into on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The server simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The auditory sensation of cars passing distracted my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my pelt. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

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

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the pic. I informed him the eternal sleep would be given at the completion of the job and he waved it off, letting me know rather casually that the women who had money and got this far into the mountain, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a appointment themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather mad for her date. The man was tall, iniquity and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting chronicle to tell. She dressed herself in her little black frock, a usual succeeder when meeting men. She 'd done her constitution all nice and fairly and took to the taxicab to meet the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the same affair she did, and they had so much in plebeian. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her cat valium eye widened in surprisal. She 'd never been invited to a property this decent. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral staircase in the vestibule. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra Green yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the doorway key. `` Mister Drake is awaiting your arrival. ``

She moved to the elevator and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating story push button and eagerly bouncing. She almost felt nervous. top trading floor penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even get ... the one !

As the doorway pinged exposed she stepped slowly into the night way, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? microphone are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the lift closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the muteness that seemed to make full such a turgid space. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Saami duskiness. It was foreign and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her rima oris was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few second the low blonde had fallen hobble in her attackers arms.

It did n't conduct long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews cross. When Cassandra 's optic fluttered open she could see Michael 's magnanimous cast setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that Lapplander time she realized her spot and started to tug upon her cuffs that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good dawn sleeping beaut '' his crusty vocalization spoke, seemingly taunting in its step. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the elbow room lit she could finally see ... the solid penthouse was adorned in distortion equipment of wide-ranging types and sizes. Cages lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and big bruise and slice decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to remove the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so brand sure you scream nice and pretty for me infant, yeah ? ``

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

'' Oh this is a day of the month. A escort arranged by Mrs Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty girls'heart dilate like that.. the concern fills them and they always show dead on target colouring material. You see ... virtually women like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in vernacular ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar putz is how you 'll void anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But mantrap '' his strong hand grasped Cassandra 's mentum, forcing her to meet his regard. `` I 've got nothing to recede. I get paid well to put pretty niggling Barbie 's like you six feet under. You 're favourable though. Mrs. Bates has a best plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for pardon Michael moved his large form to press the phonograph recording push on the camera. The piddling red visible light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's organic structure writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his strong chest, more scars adorning the flesh stretched across brawniness that showed he was able to rustle people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hands grasped the cervix of her dress, a few tears wetting the rachis of his hands from her crying as he tore open the dress, splitting the seam with a speech sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the cloth free of her form. It was discarded without second persuasion as he moved to tangle those duncical fingers in her hair, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his early hand tore the bra from her bod, the strap biting into her skin as they gave way from his force per unit area. just as the pain faded a new pain sensation was found as he pinched her nipple between his finger's breadth, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to send something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The stinging wiz left her dizzy, a soft bell sound in her ears.
Her eyes opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her question in place as he licked roue from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his cock, hard, pulsing from her pained sounds. It made her feel sick, her tummy churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her concern of the man grew. What was incorrectly with him ? ! How could he be so emotional by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck opening only to roughly handle her breast again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough punch to her breadbasket. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to pull ahead back oxygen lost.
He brought his mitt to her cheeks, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her skin and his grip mesh to her dentition. His rima oris came to hers, crashing against her plush brim to smear her makeup onto her pale skin. he leaned back to wipe his facial expression clean of the mark before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain in the ass as the man pierced shinny and caused her to leech. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her pantie until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The poor charwoman called in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her pilus and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her wow made him smirk and he moved down her soundbox to cod her breasts. He pulled back, her able-bodied to see a rather yearn thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high dollar dick thats the only thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to shut up he laughed and licked the cane. `` Oh no ... you 're here for good. `` he moved closer to her, reaching for something out of her phone line of sight as he brought a black leather strip with a ash gray ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the ring in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few clicks and gesture and the creaking of the Grant Wood as she felt herself motility. He flipped the cross, her headland at tier with the fork of his denim. She screamed, and he pressed his prick against her through his pants. She could feel him pulsate ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain and she could palpate him pulse against her again. A spot of affront were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto function of her pussy, thighs and body. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her skin, her unit eubstance flux with botheration. He adjusted his dungaree, his thick, fat rooster able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of pain in the ass. His thickheaded phallus dipped into her mouth here and there, his strong smell making her nose seam as she cried. Of course the penchant and thought of how many people hed fucked made her offensive. His knifelike collision were persistent until she felt him cum, filling her sass and coating her fount in the mucilaginous foetor of him. His natural language moved over her ail pussy and he flipped her back the good way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as dizziness set in.
Her judgement was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her wow out in shock absorber and pain ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he interchange item ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his cock into her pussycat and her eye widened. `` order me you 're a hussy and I 'll block ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, bother ripping her nerves.
'' Please barricade ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A SLUT '' she screamed.

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

I could n't avail the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a mess. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red marks on her pale physique. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in pure fear.
'' Do you bang where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't intend to, he came on to me ''
'' write your begging Cassandra ... your luck is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a office where strumpet like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high dollar mark .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch on her cheek, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your heart will be the star of the show, you 'll fit properly in with the rest of the slattern of the hard worker annulus ... and you 'll never deliver to close your legs again ''

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