I storm out the front door, slamming it in my boyfriends face. My body burned with anger as I stomped down our street. I felt the need to scream until my vocal cords exploded. I had never met someone who was so self-absorbed until I met him at the local club. He was inconsiderate and made my inside boil with anger.
I thought about the look on the girls face as I walked into MY room. The fire in her eyes like she accomplished something. I had not been able to move and I watched until my boyfriend made his release inside of her. My whole body was tense when he looked at me. Not much had been said.
"Pack your fucking shit and get the hell out." I had told him.
He jumped up quickly getting dressed as I had walked to the front door. He grabbed me and jerked me to the ground. He slapped me across the face and cursed at me. I stood up quickly then and walked out.
When my mind came back to reality I realized my legs had stopped moving. I looked around at the now dark sky creeping over the city of Chicago. I shuddered when I heard loud screeching and growls.
-stray dogs. Just some stray dogs.- I told myself.
I've read about the disappearances of young women in the location, how horrible the families must have felt. Not knowing where there loved ones are. I decided some must have run off, since none found their remains.
I suddenly questioned if I should be out this late alone. I am young, turned 22 not longer than two months ago. My thick jet black hair lie against my body down to just below my waist, the black made my light porcelain skin look fragile, like I was to break at a single touch. My body was not petite, I weigh a good 145 pounds, but my belly was flat and my hips and butt curved into thick firm thighs. Above my ribs, my 38C breast held a perky condition considering how big they were. I am not shy about my body, I am proud.
My mind was going a mile a minute. Thoughts about going back home kept coming to the back of my mind. I finally told myself I needed a vacation. Somewhere to get away from everything. I felt for my phone in my pockets, but soon realized I had left it at home. That was the motivation I needed to start heading home. It started out as a silent walk.
I heard grunts and groans coming from the street I walked on. I slowly stopped, so the pit-patters of my feet wouldn't alarm the thing that I was near. I listened, but couldn't hear anything. I took another step and heard a loud groan.
"Hello?" I called out in front of me.
There was a dark blue dumpster under a street light. I jumped when it moved and a man fell over. I ran over to him and almost vomited when I saw his body. Pieces of his flesh was torn off body and glass was poking out all of his body. He was not wearing any clothes. His manhood was very noticeable. What could be seen of his chest, I could tell his was a well toned man. The blood smelled rancid and I could help but gag. He looked up at me, but couldn't hold his head up. He reached our his arm, the fingers where skin was supposed to be was nothing but bones. They touched my shoe and he stopped moving. I looked around to see if anyone else was there. Not a single being.
I bent down and pulled him to sit up right again. He was heavy. His body was unconditionally warm, I felt his fast heart beat under my hand on his chest. I wrapped his left arm around my should and started to try to life him. My heel slid off the curb and I landed in the bloody mess. I hurried to my feet and looked at the man staring at me again.
"I-I-I want to help, but you need to help me." I spoke slowly making sure he understood me.
He nodded. I took him left arm around my shoulder again and pulled to stand him up once more. This time with a little but of his help we got him to his feet. He put most of his weight on me and I had to deal with that.
-good thing I took boxing. I don't think my body could've held this man without it.- I thought to myself while walking slowly back to my house with the man.
The lights were off and there wasn't a sound inside of the house. We walked to the front door. I opened the door and slowly started to try to get the man through my door. I couldn't walk straight in without rubbing his wounds against the door frame. I turned us so I could pull him into the house. I settled him on the couch and watched as his steady chest heaved up and down.
I went to go find a rag and walked into the bathroom. All of my now ex-boyfriends stuff was gone. I sighed in relief when I realized he was gone, but then a rush of loneliness ran through me. I shook the thought out my head an grabbed a washcloth, getting it wet. I walked back to the couch and knelt by the man I started washing his chest softly, when the dried blood started to wash away, I noticed his body was as bad as it looked under the street light. There were only small paper-like cuts. I turned my focus on his arms and washed his upper half until there were only scars and little scabbing cuts. I started on his bottom half, at his feet. I caught myself staring at his body a couple times and made myself go back to work to clean him up. I was concentrating to hard I hadn't noticed my hand were near his private area. I gasped and jumped back.
I quickly ran to the kitchen and let out a couple of breaths. My body was shaking. What was getting into me? I felt my heart racing and peeked around the corner at the man still laying on the couch in the position I had put him.
I didn't know what was getting into me. Bringing a strange man into my house with odd wounds. And he's naked. I tried to wrap my head around things. I grabbed Neosporin from the cabinet. I thought I was steady as I walked back to him. I kneeled by him once more and started to rub the medicine across the cuts.
My mind wasn't keeping up with what I was doing. My hands were exploring the muscled body and had ran against the mans erect cock time after time. My mind was in awe when my eyes met the length of his partner. My hands were little compared to it. My fingers could not touch as they wrapped around the mans delicious cock. I could feel it throbbing in my hold.
