The night is dark and unusually cold for this time of year. As I pull the rental car to a stop a few houses down the block I ensure the lights are off and the neighbors are all asleep. Quietly exiting the car and closing the door, I sneak up to the house, ensuring that there is no sounds coming from inside. I sneak around to the back and open up the back door letting myself in.
Creeping inside the house as quietly as possible I see you asleep on the couch. Careful not to make a sound, I inch closer to the couch, until I am finally close enough to slip the bag over your head. As you start to wake up and fight I pin your arms and legs down, quickly tying them together with a length of rope. I whisper in your ear "Don't fucking move bitch."
I pick you up and carry you back to the car. Place you in the passenger seat and buckle you up, ensuring that the hood is securely over your eyes. I walk around the front of the car, get into the drivers seat and start the car. Slowly pulling out and turning around and heading towards the hotel.
Arriving at the hotel at a little after midnight I carry you up the back steps to the third floor and open the door. Walking in I throw you violently on the bed and rip your clothes off throwing them in the trash can in the bathroom.
I crawl on the bed on top of you as you lay on your side crying and whimpering. Whispering in your ear, "Don't make a fucking sound or I will slit your throat." As I press the cold steel of a knife to your throat to help emphasize the point. "Answer me with a nod if you understand and will behave." I say. Awaiting and looking at you where your eyes would be if not in the hood I notice you make a very scared and timid nod, signifying you understand and will obey.
Starting out where your lips are under the hood I kiss you violently and with tremendous force. I work my way down your body, not worrying if it hurts or not. I get to your nipples and bite them and suck on them as hard as I possibly can, hoping to make you yelp, just to give me and excuse to use my knife on your throat. But like the good girl you are you do not make a single sound or grunt.