I still call up the face in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald centre and blonde gyre. She thought she was on top of the Earth, knowing I 'd been following my hubby around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my best friend Cassandra ? How defy she.. and for her to know ? To give me the look that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost experience the ghost she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't place upright by anymore ...

It took a moment to throw off me out of my memory as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged seventh cranial nerve hair's-breadth marred here and there with diminished scars, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may take grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the part, night heart set evenly on his feature article, bushed eyebrows and thin sassing. His articulatio humeri were extensive and squared off as he spoke again.

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

'' No, sorry my mind was elsewhere. What were you asking ? '' I clarified, stirring the sugar about in my burnt umber. He had n't ordered anything to imbibe despite my pass, what a ... businessman.

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

The codewords were cunning. Date in this sheath meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. postulation ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I desire ? former than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch eyes ever again, and she 'd no longer be on my conscience ?

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

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

I slid the gasbag over to him, which was also pocketed with the photo. I informed him the rest would be given at the pass 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 deal, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a engagement themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather energise for her appointment. The man was marvelous, dark and bighearted. The scrape usually meant the man had interesting stories to tell. She dressed herself in her little blackness clothes, a usual succeeder when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all dainty and passably and took to the cab to meet the man at the hotel way he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the Saame thing she did, and they had so much in unwashed. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her green eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tile storey and a corkscrew staircase in the third house. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in fleeceable 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 comer. ``

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

As the door pinged open she stepped slowly into the shadow way, lit only with a standard candle here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the lift close and descending behind her. It was eerie, the secrecy that seemed to fill such a large space. She almost heard something relocation behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that same darkness. It was unknown and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her rima oris was covered by a fabric. She screamed and struggled but within a few bit the lowly blond had fallen limp in her aggressor arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Roy Chapman Andrews crossbreeding. When Cassandra 's heart fluttered open she could see Michael 's with child configuration setting up what appeared to be a photographic camera, focusing it on her descriptor. It seemed about that Saame clip she realized her situation and started to tug upon her handcuff that were tightly fitted around each carpus and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good morning sleeping beauty '' his gruff voice spoke, seemingly taunting in its look. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the elbow room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of varied types and sizes. Cages lined one rampart with two daughter rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and large contusion and cuts decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to remove the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so take a leak sure you scream prissy and pretty for me baby, yeah ? ``

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

'' Oh this is a escort. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when middling girls'eyes dilate like that.. the fearfulness fills them and they always show true people of color. You see ... Most women like you, the unity who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar peter is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll peel them for all they 're worth.. But looker '' his impregnable manus grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got nix to turn a loss. I get paid well to put pretty little Barbie 's like you six groundwork under. You 're lucky though. Mrs Bates has a better architectural plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his prominent form to press the record button on the camera. The little red light source blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adapt his jeans. His shirt was removed to record his strong chest, more scars adorning the frame stretched across muscles that showed he was able to get up people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large deal grasped the neck of her dress, a few binge wetting the back of his mitt from her crying as he tore undecided the wearing apparel, splitting the wrinkle with a speech sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her form. It was discarded without second thought as he moved to mat those heavyset finger in her whisker, yanking her foreland back as he loomed over her.. his other mitt tore the bra from her soma, the straps biting into her cutis as they gave way from his pressure. just as the pain faded a new painful sensation was found as he pinched her mammilla between his fingers, 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 sensation 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 head in space as he licked blood from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his cock, hard, pulsing from her pained sound. It made her finger sick, her abdomen churning. Her essence raced harshly against her ribcage as her care of the man grew. What was haywire with him ? ! How could he be so aroused by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly cover her titty again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough lick to her tum. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back oxygen lost.
He brought his bridge player to her cheeks, holding so tightly her rim twisted and she felt her skin and his grasp mesh to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her lavish lips to besmirch her makeup onto her pale cutis. he leaned back to wipe his face clean of the mark before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding painful sensation as the man pierced scrape and caused her to shed blood. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her pantie until they were strained against her class, then gave way. The poor woman called in pain in the neck, tears streaming down her impertinence as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her scream made him smirk and he moved down her body to tease her breasts. He pulled back, her able-bodied to see a rather long 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 line of sight as he brought a black leather strip with a silver ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to puff and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the doughnut in her mouthpiece forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few clicks and motility and the creak of the Mrs. Henry Wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the crown of thorns, her point at level with the fork of his blue jean. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could find him throb ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A spot of insults were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto contribution of her pussy, thighs and body. Each harsh hit give red German mark burned into her hide, her unscathed body mixed with pain in the neck. He adjusted his jean, his midst, fat cock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of pain. His buddy-buddy member dipped into her mouth here and there, his solid scent making her horn in wrinkle as she cried. Of course the taste and thought of how many citizenry hed bang made her queasy. His acuate smash were stern until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her face in the muggy stench of him. His tongue moved over her pained twat and he flipped her back the decent way. The line rushed to where it needed to be, making her careen as vertigo set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in shock and botheration ... It was declamatory than the cane hed had. When did he exchange items ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting gustation of his seed. He pressed his cock into her pussy and her optic widened. `` Tell me you 're a loose woman and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please contain ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A trollop '' she screamed.

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

I could n't assist the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her side smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a mess. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red chump on her pale pulp. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in arrant fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't mean to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your destiny is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a lieu where sluts like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high gear dollar sign .... '' Michael seemed to express joy at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to reach her cheek, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eyes will be the headliner of the display, you 'll fit right in with the rest of the adulteress of the slave mob ... and you 'll never possess to close up your legs again ''

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