Sitting at her desk, she was thinking how perfect this job was in her life at the moment. She got great hours and had plenty of time to work on her stories. Since she was mainly alone she could listen to what ever she wanted however loud she wanted. Granted the uniform left something to be desired but the pay made up for that.
The sound of the back door opening startled her, causing her to turn. She expected to see her boss. Her greeting died on her lips as she saw the masked man. Terror filled her as she noticed the bone handled hunting knife in his gloved hand.
Her words even sounded stupid in her ears, “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”
Grinning into the security cameras, he replied with a chuckle, “I think we’re locking up a bit early tonight.”
Hands trembling, knife at her back, she obediently locks the front doors. She knows it is late enough no one will even notice, much less come to her rescue.
For a moment he studies the monitors. Then grabs her and brings her to the center of the camera’s view. “Now, doll, we are going to have some fun. I have been waiting to taste you. On the floor!”
Terrified she complies. As she lies on the floor, she feels the cold metal of handcuffs secure her to the desk. She screams as the light plays off the knife suspended above her. Only to be rewarded with a leather glove shoved into her mouth and the words, “None of that now, love.”
Eyes wide, she watches as the knife glistens, slowly cutting off a single button at a time. When all the buttons are removed, she feels the sharp tip brushing her skin as it pushes the shirt to each side.
“Beautiful,” as calloused hands run roughly over her body. Struggling, she tries to avoid his touch. She feels the point pressed just below her breasts. “Now you wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, would you love?”
Numb with fear, she nods her head. “Good, love.”
The blade moves upward, gently on the skin, and slices through her favorite bra. Freeing her large breasts, the bra falls aside. “Perfect, just as I imagined.”
The tip carefully circles her nipple. Cold metal forces it erect. As it circles the other, she feels a distinct pain as it slips. Razor sharp it brings blood to the surface. Her screams muffled by the leather in her mouth.
Horrified, she watches as he brings the bloody knife to his mouth, and gently, licks it clean. Then his mouth is on her nipple. Drinking her blood. He sucks and teases the wound with his tongue. Terrified, her struggles are met with a hard bite on her nipple. “I wouldn’t do that, love.”
His mouth moves to the other breast. His sharp bites leave bruises on her milky white flesh. Then his mouth moves painfully down her stomach, with painful bites. Unable to handle the fear and pain she starts to cry. Tears slip silently from her eyes. She feels him sit back. Chuckling he licks the droplets off her cheeks. ”Almost as tasty as your blood, love. Now remember to smile pretty for the cameras. Let’s leave them a show.”
