Post by The Lone Wolf on Aug 12, 2007 22:43:14 GMT -5
She was beautiful, undeniably beautiful. Her red hair flowing gently against her neck, brushing every so lightly upon her shoulders. Her curves were sumptuous and full, yet natural, not treading into the land of the artificial caricature of voluptuousness that modern medicine so frequently provides.
Her uniform, plain and demeaning as it may be, only added to her beauty. It hugged her body, accentuated her curves, and added a simple down home appeal to her appearance. Her heels held her stately legs in a sensual pose, holding in her petite and demure feet. It was easy to see how she became an object of lust.
Her pace was hurried but steady, anxiously propelling her on towards her home without losing control. However, as secure as the veil of control may be upon her, it was the thinnest of coverings, masking a pain that ran deep underneath.
As she rounded a corner, her eyes came into view. They told a poignant story, as eyes always do. It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, and what these eyes revealed was a soul that was broken, cracked down deep into the core.
Those eyes could have transformer her into the most majestic of beauties, a star for the silver screen when it still deserved that title, before it crumbled and fell to rust. But life had other ideas, and these eyes had an entirely different effect.
Those deep, quivering eyes, so frequently seeming to be on the verge of tears. They spoke of pain, anguish, hatred, fear, and confusion all rolled up into one. Somehow this made her even more beautiful to behold.
Those poor sad eyes reached inside of It. They cut into It, bringing forth a flood of memories, a thousand pain filled faces from a hundred lifetimes, stories of suffering and torment, made It want to cry out, want to rush to her, take her away from all that pain, protect her from ever being hurt again.
It growled to Itself angrily. These feelings were not why It was here! These pathetic sensations of sympathy would not help! This was not the mind It must enter! This was part of Itself, a part It must forget. This was weakness, frail, pathetic weakness, a deadly sin It must never allow.
Think him, Gods damn it! That is why you are here! She is prey. She is there to satisfy your desires. She is a piece of meat! Get inside of his head! Crawl into his mind, and then you will be able to crush him!
Its attention was drawn away from its inner reverie as she faltered in her step. She paused, looking first to her left, then to her right, uncertainty on her face as her red locks swished against her neck.
It paused as well. Had she somehow heard It? How could It have been so careless? How could It have let so easy a prey detect Its presence? Unless… had It meant for her to hear It? Had It wanted this? But… but, why? Why would it ever want to alert Its prey?
“What was that!? Did I, did I hear something?!” The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She was being watched, she just knew it…
Yes, that was it! This was what It came for! Now it was here, It could taste her fear, and it tasted sweet… It was finally finding Its way into Steele’s mind. Yes, It had wanted her to hear, so they could play… It was all a game, and this was half the fun… Come on, little one, it’s more fun when you play too…
She resumed her trek home, but got no more than a block before she stopped again. Fear started to rise in her, catching in her throat. Her breath came more quickly, threatening to rush out of control. “Damn it, Vicki, get a hold of yourself! There’s no one there! You can’t keep doing this to yourself! There’s no… one…”
It smirked as she searched the streets in vain. She would not find It, not yet… It wanted more time to play, but perhaps a little misdirection was in order… It picked up a pebble and effortlessly tossed it over a nearby building to land in an adjacent alleyway.
“What was that!? By God, what was that!?!” She froze motionless, hiding from the alley that had produced the sound. For what seemed like an eternity, she was unable to move. Finally with painful slowness, she peered into the alley to see… nothing. She screamed out loud in frustration, quickly becoming angry at herself. “You can’t keep this up for much longer! You’re going to give yourself a nervous breakdown… or a heart attack! Just get home, and stop jumping at shadows!”
Oh, poor little thing, you don’t need to chastise yourself, you’re right to be afraid. Here there be monsters… It slowly mobbed closer to her, timing Its steps purposefully to be ever so slightly out of synch with her own.
She slowed her pace. Was that a foot step behind her? She shook her head. No, it couldn’t be. She picked up her pace for a few more steps, but stopped when she heard something again. She spun around, but saw nothing. She desperately strained to see something, anything… Was that movement in the shadows?... She couldn’t be sure. She turned back around and quickened her pace, only 2 blocks till home, where she could lock herself away and be safe…
Look at her trying to run in those ridiculous heels… You can’t run, my dear, I will catch you…Smirking into the night, It stepped closer. You can’t run, and you can’t stop me from getting what I want… Putting aside Its endless supply of stealth techniques, It stepped forward towards Its new prey…
“Oh God, oh god, oh god…” She was sure she had heard something this time. She risked a glance behind her and saw a black silhouette approach in the darkness. Oh god, whoever it was, he was the right size to be him! She barely even was away of it as her panties grew warm and wet with urine, she having lost control of her bodily functions. Shaking, trembling, soaked with sweat, she broke into a run, a mad sprint for her home, her shoes falling off and being left behind as terror overtook her and drove her forward.
No, he sneered as she started to run. That’s not how we play! She was trying to end his fun, the filthy bitch! He would make her pay! The dirty cunt would be his, god damn it! The fucking slut would take everything he gave her!
It took off after her, easily matching and then exceeding her pace. But then It started to slow down. What was It doing?! This was not Its prey, Gods be damned! What in the eternities was It doing!?!
She made it to her house, stumbling up the steps. She fumbled for her keys, shaking too hard to find the key hole. She dropped the keys and let out a shriek of terror. The air tried to leap out of her lungs. She hyperventilated as her heart raced, she collapsed to her knees, unable to move, pitifully weeping “no… no!” as the figure drew closer.
Gods, look at the terror capturing her face, her entire body! It had to stop this, It had to make it right! The Lone Wolf stepped forward onto the steps gently. Struggling, It managed to find Its voice.
“Don’t… don’t be afraid… I’m not going to hurt you…”
She cried desperately out, but slowly brought her tear stained face up and looked into Its eyes. She saw too the scars that covered Its flesh, but looked past them to Its eyes, saw the pain and the torment in them, pain greater than her own. And she saw truth, a total absence of deception. Slowly her heart rate lowered and her breathing returned to normal as It spoke again.
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I… I want to speak with you…”
It extended Its hand. She hesitantly took it, and the Lone Wolf helped her to her feet.
“What about?” Fear was still inside her, but was overcome by curiosity and compassion for a man who had clearly been through so much.
“I… know the man who… assaulted you… Steele…”
“… how?...” she asked softly, barely a whisper.
“He… tried to assault me as well… I… will face him soon. I promise you, he will never harm you again…”
“You’re going to face him? Are you a, a… wrestler?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
She seemed to muster some reserve of inner strength. “What kind of match?”
“A very violent one…” Something seemed to occur to It, and It asked her a question. “What would you have me do to him?”
Her eyes shot back and forth as she tried to wrap her mind around the question. Her face grew hard as she found her voice.
“Make… him… suffer…”
The Wolf drew Itself to Its full height and nodded firmly.
“I swear, it will be done…”
Awkwardly, the Wolf turned and walked away as she tried to figure out if this had all been real, and if so, what exactly had happened…
As the Wolf slipped into the shadows, It steeled Itself for what was to come. It now had another source of motivation for the hunt ahead. It had made a promise, and It intended to keep it…
Her uniform, plain and demeaning as it may be, only added to her beauty. It hugged her body, accentuated her curves, and added a simple down home appeal to her appearance. Her heels held her stately legs in a sensual pose, holding in her petite and demure feet. It was easy to see how she became an object of lust.
Her pace was hurried but steady, anxiously propelling her on towards her home without losing control. However, as secure as the veil of control may be upon her, it was the thinnest of coverings, masking a pain that ran deep underneath.
As she rounded a corner, her eyes came into view. They told a poignant story, as eyes always do. It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, and what these eyes revealed was a soul that was broken, cracked down deep into the core.
Those eyes could have transformer her into the most majestic of beauties, a star for the silver screen when it still deserved that title, before it crumbled and fell to rust. But life had other ideas, and these eyes had an entirely different effect.
Those deep, quivering eyes, so frequently seeming to be on the verge of tears. They spoke of pain, anguish, hatred, fear, and confusion all rolled up into one. Somehow this made her even more beautiful to behold.
Those poor sad eyes reached inside of It. They cut into It, bringing forth a flood of memories, a thousand pain filled faces from a hundred lifetimes, stories of suffering and torment, made It want to cry out, want to rush to her, take her away from all that pain, protect her from ever being hurt again.
It growled to Itself angrily. These feelings were not why It was here! These pathetic sensations of sympathy would not help! This was not the mind It must enter! This was part of Itself, a part It must forget. This was weakness, frail, pathetic weakness, a deadly sin It must never allow.
Think him, Gods damn it! That is why you are here! She is prey. She is there to satisfy your desires. She is a piece of meat! Get inside of his head! Crawl into his mind, and then you will be able to crush him!
Its attention was drawn away from its inner reverie as she faltered in her step. She paused, looking first to her left, then to her right, uncertainty on her face as her red locks swished against her neck.
It paused as well. Had she somehow heard It? How could It have been so careless? How could It have let so easy a prey detect Its presence? Unless… had It meant for her to hear It? Had It wanted this? But… but, why? Why would it ever want to alert Its prey?
“What was that!? Did I, did I hear something?!” The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She was being watched, she just knew it…
Yes, that was it! This was what It came for! Now it was here, It could taste her fear, and it tasted sweet… It was finally finding Its way into Steele’s mind. Yes, It had wanted her to hear, so they could play… It was all a game, and this was half the fun… Come on, little one, it’s more fun when you play too…
She resumed her trek home, but got no more than a block before she stopped again. Fear started to rise in her, catching in her throat. Her breath came more quickly, threatening to rush out of control. “Damn it, Vicki, get a hold of yourself! There’s no one there! You can’t keep doing this to yourself! There’s no… one…”
It smirked as she searched the streets in vain. She would not find It, not yet… It wanted more time to play, but perhaps a little misdirection was in order… It picked up a pebble and effortlessly tossed it over a nearby building to land in an adjacent alleyway.
“What was that!? By God, what was that!?!” She froze motionless, hiding from the alley that had produced the sound. For what seemed like an eternity, she was unable to move. Finally with painful slowness, she peered into the alley to see… nothing. She screamed out loud in frustration, quickly becoming angry at herself. “You can’t keep this up for much longer! You’re going to give yourself a nervous breakdown… or a heart attack! Just get home, and stop jumping at shadows!”
Oh, poor little thing, you don’t need to chastise yourself, you’re right to be afraid. Here there be monsters… It slowly mobbed closer to her, timing Its steps purposefully to be ever so slightly out of synch with her own.
She slowed her pace. Was that a foot step behind her? She shook her head. No, it couldn’t be. She picked up her pace for a few more steps, but stopped when she heard something again. She spun around, but saw nothing. She desperately strained to see something, anything… Was that movement in the shadows?... She couldn’t be sure. She turned back around and quickened her pace, only 2 blocks till home, where she could lock herself away and be safe…
Look at her trying to run in those ridiculous heels… You can’t run, my dear, I will catch you…Smirking into the night, It stepped closer. You can’t run, and you can’t stop me from getting what I want… Putting aside Its endless supply of stealth techniques, It stepped forward towards Its new prey…
“Oh God, oh god, oh god…” She was sure she had heard something this time. She risked a glance behind her and saw a black silhouette approach in the darkness. Oh god, whoever it was, he was the right size to be him! She barely even was away of it as her panties grew warm and wet with urine, she having lost control of her bodily functions. Shaking, trembling, soaked with sweat, she broke into a run, a mad sprint for her home, her shoes falling off and being left behind as terror overtook her and drove her forward.
No, he sneered as she started to run. That’s not how we play! She was trying to end his fun, the filthy bitch! He would make her pay! The dirty cunt would be his, god damn it! The fucking slut would take everything he gave her!
It took off after her, easily matching and then exceeding her pace. But then It started to slow down. What was It doing?! This was not Its prey, Gods be damned! What in the eternities was It doing!?!
She made it to her house, stumbling up the steps. She fumbled for her keys, shaking too hard to find the key hole. She dropped the keys and let out a shriek of terror. The air tried to leap out of her lungs. She hyperventilated as her heart raced, she collapsed to her knees, unable to move, pitifully weeping “no… no!” as the figure drew closer.
Gods, look at the terror capturing her face, her entire body! It had to stop this, It had to make it right! The Lone Wolf stepped forward onto the steps gently. Struggling, It managed to find Its voice.
“Don’t… don’t be afraid… I’m not going to hurt you…”
She cried desperately out, but slowly brought her tear stained face up and looked into Its eyes. She saw too the scars that covered Its flesh, but looked past them to Its eyes, saw the pain and the torment in them, pain greater than her own. And she saw truth, a total absence of deception. Slowly her heart rate lowered and her breathing returned to normal as It spoke again.
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I… I want to speak with you…”
It extended Its hand. She hesitantly took it, and the Lone Wolf helped her to her feet.
“What about?” Fear was still inside her, but was overcome by curiosity and compassion for a man who had clearly been through so much.
“I… know the man who… assaulted you… Steele…”
“… how?...” she asked softly, barely a whisper.
“He… tried to assault me as well… I… will face him soon. I promise you, he will never harm you again…”
“You’re going to face him? Are you a, a… wrestler?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
She seemed to muster some reserve of inner strength. “What kind of match?”
“A very violent one…” Something seemed to occur to It, and It asked her a question. “What would you have me do to him?”
Her eyes shot back and forth as she tried to wrap her mind around the question. Her face grew hard as she found her voice.
“Make… him… suffer…”
The Wolf drew Itself to Its full height and nodded firmly.
“I swear, it will be done…”
Awkwardly, the Wolf turned and walked away as she tried to figure out if this had all been real, and if so, what exactly had happened…
As the Wolf slipped into the shadows, It steeled Itself for what was to come. It now had another source of motivation for the hunt ahead. It had made a promise, and It intended to keep it…