He walked over to his latest acquisition. He leaned down and softly smelled her neck, inhaling the perfume of her flesh. Then he licked her cheek, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her lithe sleeping body. "She's younger than any I've taken before. Hopefully she'll last a little longer," he whispered to himself as he walked over to the knife table. Grabbing a short hook bladed knife, and a long slender blade as well, he returned to her side.
"Wake up my little pet, it's time to have fun," he quietly said to her. Sliding his left hand over her mouth, and pinching her nose with his right, he watched with a slight smirk as her eyes shot open in fear and she struggled to draw in a breath. Then her gaze fell onto his face, the eyes, glazed over in anticipation of her fear. Struggling against her bonds, she started to panic and pass out. "No, no my pet. Mustn't end the fun so soon, I certainly didn't pay those men five thousand dollars to bring you to me, just for you to pass out. No, I want to watch you struggle. I want to see your fear as I slowly nick your flesh with my knife and teeth. To taste and feel your blood as it seeps across my hand. No, this my little toy is merely the beginning."
As she is almost to the point of passing out, he removes his hand and watches as she draws in a deep ragged breath. Bringing up the hooked knife into her view, he hears a gasp escape in interruption of her breathing. "Now be quiet, and perhaps all I'll use this for is your clothes."
Catching the curved edge in the collar of her shirt, he slowly draws it down, listening closely to see if he hears her. Her soft whimper and the tearing of cloth is all he hears. He pulls the now cut shirt open to each side and trails his fingertips down across her small breasts. "My my, what a naughty young slut we have here," he chuckles as she blushes. "Now didn't your mother ever teach you not to go out without any underwear on my little toy. If she hadn't died already, I'm sure the shame of finding this out would certainly do her in."
"Ho...how do you know my mother," she whimpers? "And that she's dead, the police never found a body?"
"Oh yes, the police. A marvelous example of mankind's finest bumblers. I'll tell you now, you little slut," he says as he grabs her hair and leans in to whisper menacingly into her ear. "You said they haven't found a body, well here's a news flash for you, they never will. How do you think I found out about your luscious little slut hole, hmm? Your mother was more than happy to spare herself a little pain by telling me all about you, and your precious little virgin pussy. She practically begged me to go take you, and all she asked was that I release her."
"NO, I WON'T BELIEVE YOU," She screamed, "MY MOTHER LOVED ME AND WOULD NEVER DO THAT!! YOU'RE A LYING PIECE OF SHIT!!"
Wrapping her hair tightly in his hand, he pulls her head up as high as the ropes allow, causing her to scream. "Would you like proof, my pet, hmm? I videotaped the whole thing. Just as I'm videoing our little talk here," he says as he uses the hooked blade to point at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Startled, she looks up and sees it's red light glowing like an evil eye of hell, staring down and awaiting her pain. "Would you like to see her beg and plead for her life, offering you as a virgin sacrifice?" He gives a dark sounding chuckle, "Hear her beg me to take her prissy little daughter, make a woman of her? Rend your flesh instead of hers? Slide my cock into your pussy and make you bleed? Would you like that?"
"You lying scum," she sobs, "I don't believe you. She'd never do that, I know it. She was proud of my saving myself for marriage. And I know she'd NEVER tell you to hurt me, not even to spare herself whatever twisted pain and torture you put her through before you killed her!"
"You silly little cunt," he drops her head and smiles as it hits the table, stunning her. "I never said I killed her."
"You, you said she was dead."
