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OH, GOD...PLEASE...DON'T
By Canary
Chapter Three
We went to sleep in the same bed that night, Bob (for thus he
told me to call him) having abandoned the cot for the comforts of
a matress and springs. I was still restrained although not as
severely as I had been the previous night. He had simply
handcuffed my hands around a post in the head board.
When we awoke, the day went similar to the previous day. He
shackled me and locked me in the bathroom to clean up. I checked
the window over the tub, but he had added a padlock to it so I
couldn't get out that way. Deciding that there was no way out, I
cleaned up and sat on the chair to await his return. I still
wanted to escape, but I no longer wanted to hurt Bob in the
process.
We had a big breakfast of corn beef hash, fried eggs, sausage
patties and toast. He asked me if I wanted coffee, but I told
him I didn't drink it so he gave me a soft drink. I realized
that we had only had one meal yesterday so I figured I'd better
eat as much as I could so I went back for seconds and even thirds
on the sausage patties.
When we were finished, he piled the dishes on the counter and ran
water in the sink to wash them. "I'll wash if you'll dry," he
said. As I stood there drying a plate, I thought that we were
just like a married couple taking care of the household chores.
I had seen my parents do the same thing before, but of course
they weren't naked at the time. I wondered if this was what it
was like with his wife before she died.
"Well, might as well get with it," he said when the last dish
fork was put away.
I felt my stomach do flip-flops. "Get with what?" I asked
timidly.
"I promised you I was going to fuck your mouth today.
Remember?"
I scrunched up my nose. "Do you have to. I mean, that's the
most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I don't want to do
it."
I saw some of the wildness come back into his eyes. "You slut!
What the hell do you think it matters what you want? Just
because I've tried to be a little nice to you doesn't mean that
I'm still not going to rape you in every way possible. Besides
you didn't like it when I fucked your cunt the first time and now
you can't get enough of it."
I felt a lump rising in my throat. He had a point. I did like
it when he fucked me even though there was always pain with it.
"I'm sorry," I said hesitantly, "its just that I think I'm
falling in love with you."
He softened immediately. "Don't do that," he said. "You know
that I'll be dead within the next few days. I like you a lot
more than I did when I first kidnapped you, but I won't let
myself care too much and neither can you."
I started to cry. "Oh shit, don't do that," he said.
I walked over to him and he took me in his arms. "It's not that
I want to die, little one, I just don't have a choice," he said
softly. I laid my head on his chest and continued to sob. He
picked me up in his still strong arms and carried me into the
bedroom.
He laid me gently on the bed. "It's alright," I told him, "you
can fuck my mouth if you really want to."
He gave me a cock-eyed grin. "Oh, I intended to," he said.
"But first, I want to show you something." He removed my
shackles and the handcuffs. He carefully moved me to the center
of the bed.
Climbing on the bed himself he told me to spread my legs and I
complied. He crawled between them and, supporting him self on
his elbows leaned forward. I could feel his hard cock laying
against my belly as he kissed me gently.
He darted his tongue out and liked my lips. I opened my mouth
slightly and his tongue darted inside. I pushed back with my
tongue and entered his mouth and then we were running our tongues
all around each other. I could feel myself getting wet between
my legs. His kisses felt so good.
He broke the kiss and started licking down my neck. He came back
up and nibbled on my ear lobe. I was moaning loudly as he moved
back down until he reached my right tit. He circled the nipple
with his tongue and sucked gently. "Oh god," I moaned. "That
feels so good." He looked up at me and grinned. When he came
back down he was nibbling on my other tit.
Leaving my tits, he licked his way down my belly, circling, but
not entering my belly button. Ever so slowly he licked down my
left thigh then jumped across and liked up the right one. Then
suddenly he was at my pussy, licking my clit like a madman. I
was getting hotter and hotter as I felt his tongue enter me.
He continued this until I just couldn't take it any more. "Fuck
me," I moaned. "Fuck me now." He raised up and I felt his cock
pressing at the opening of my cunt. He pushed in gently until he
was all the way inside me. I was shocked. It didn't hurt at
all, it just felt so good, so very very good.
I wrapped my legs around him and he began moving in and out of
me. I was moaning and moaning. "Oh, yes...that's sooo
good...fuck me...yesss...don't stop." He kept going and going
and I was getting higher and higher. But for what ever reason,
I just couldn't seem to come.
"I'm close...so close," I moaned. "Hurt me some where...let me
come...please let me come." He reached up with both hands and
grabbed my nipples. He squeezed them hard and then started
twisting them almost all the way around. As he pulled them away
from my bodya as far as they would go and then pulled them
farther, I screamed. "Yesssss...that's it...I'm
cccccccccccooooooommmmming." My whole body shock as wave after
wave of intense pleasure/pain flowed over me. I thought I would
never come down. I felt him stiffen and shoot his jissm into me
and I came again even harder.
He stayed inside me, just holding still until I felt him soften
and slip out. He rolled off and I rolled into his arms. "That
was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," I said. I felt
warm and safe in his arms.
I woke up about two hours later still untied. I could tell from
his regular breathing that he was still asleep. I gently
disengaged my self from his arms and rolled to the other side of
the bed. This was the chance I had been waiting for. I listened
to be sure he was still asleep, crawled out of bed and tiptoed
carefully to the kitchen. The clock on the wall told me that it
was almost noon.
It suddenly occurred to me that when we had first come in and he
was having trouble controlling me, he had thrown his truck keys
into a corner on the counter. I walked over and saw that they
were still there. I had never driven before, but I had watched
my dad and I was sure I could do it. I picked up the keys and
started out the front door. I paused to think for a minute.
An hour later, I opened the bedroom door and turned on the light.
"Hey sleepy head," I said. "Lunch is ready."
He wasn't really awake. "Huh? Lunch? LUNCH???" He came fully
awake. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing up untied?"
I laughed. "And you didn't think you could trust me." I paused
and got serious. "I TOLD you I love you and even if you're going
to die, I'll still remember the time we have together."
He sat up on the edge of the bed. Suddenly he grabbed his head
in both hands and screamed. "Pills," he gasped. "On top of the
refrigerator."
I stood stock still for a minute and then I went into action. I
ran to the sink and turned on the water as I was going to the
refrigerator. I grabbed the pills and a glass from the
countertop and ran water into it as I went by. I ran to the
bedroom.
When I got there, he was lying on the bed shaking all over. I
sat the glass on the nightstand and opened the pill bottle. I
glanced at the label. Take one or two as needed, it said. I
poured two from the bottle. "You've got to sit up," I told him.
He continued to shake, but managed to pull himself upright. I
literally pushed the two pills into his mouth and held the water
to his lips. He swallowed.
He fell back to the bed still shaking. Now that I had done what
I could do I fell apart. I jumped on the bed beside him crying
and sobbing. "Don't leave me Bill. Not yet. You haven't even
done everything you want to do to me." He continued to shake all
over and I continued to beg him not to die.
After about five minutes the shaking stopped. He was perfectly
still and I thought he was gone. I threw myself on top of him
beating his chest and crying. "DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU!! YOU
JUST BEGIN TO TEACH ME WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT AND NOT...". I
couldn't continue.
"I'm not dead yet," he said quietly. "But if you keep beating me
up, I could be."
"DAMN YOU!," I screamed. "You scared me to death."
"I'm sorry." He sounded remorseful. "It's the way my cancer
works. One of these days soon, I'll go into one of these
episodes and I won't come out of it." He ran his hand over the
top of my head. It was a gentle touch and it felt good. He
cheered up a little. "But it hasn't happened yet so we can
continue with your lessons."
I was laying with my head on his chest facing his feet. I looked
at his cock. It was soft and wrinkled, not hard and raging as it
sometimes was. I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand
around it. It began to stir a little. I ran my hand down to the
sack that hung beneath it. I could feel the two hard nuts that
it contained. What had they called them in school? Oh yes,
testicles.
I got onto my knees and moved down to where I could examine him
more closely. I kept my left hand on his balls and moved my
right hand down to wrap it around his cock. It stirred even
more, not completely hard but definitely longer and a little
firmer. I couldn't believe he intended to put this thing in my
mouth. Still, I wondered what it would taste like. I leaned
forward, stuck my tongue out and just licked the tip. I heard
him moan softly. He was right, it didn't taste too bad.
I opened as wide as I could and took the head into my mouth. It
was fully hard now. The head was sort of, I don't know how to
describe it it was soft yet very hard. I ran my tongue around
it and then took him in deeper. I heard him chuckle. "Hey,
Little One,"
he said. "I'm the one that's supposed to be raping you. Not the
other way around."
I would have laughed, but my mouth was otherwise occupied.
I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I
could. It hit the start of my throat and I gagged, so I backed
off a little. Instinctively I put my hand around the part still
sticking out and jacked it up and down. I felt the head getting
even bigger in my mouth and I knew he was going to shoot. I
tried to back off, but his hands came down and held me firmly in
place. Then my mouth was filled with his sticky goo. I tried to
hold it in my mouth so I could spit it out later, but he punched
the sides of my cheeks with his fingers. I instinctively
swallowed and felt the slimy stuff sliding down my throat. I was
surprised. I actually liked the taste. I wanted all of it. I
sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The spurts became
smaller and smaller and then finally ended all together. I
swallowed one last time and then slide up and lay down with my
head on his shoulder. He brought his hand down and squeezed my
small left butt cheek. It felt good. "That was really
fantastic," he said softly.
I looked up into his eyes. "Did I do okay?" I asked.
"You did just fine," he said quietly. He paused. "But you do
have to learn to take it all the way down your throat."
I remembered the gagging. It hadn't felt good. "It would never
fit."
He chuckled. God, but I loved that little laugh of his. "Yes,
it will," he said.
He had been right about everything else, I thought. But there
was no possible way he could be right about this.
We lay there quietly for a while. Finally, he stirred. " I don't
know about you," he said. "But I have to go to the bathroom and
we both need a shower." We got up and walked to the bathroom
together.
I watched in fascination as he lifted the toilet seat and pointed
his cock toward the bowl. I had never seen a man piss before
it looked weird having always to sit myself. As his water
started to splash in the bowl I impulsively said, "Can I hold
it?" The stream immediately stopped.
He looked at me and grinned. "Sure," he said, removing his
hand.
His cock immediately sagged. I reached out and grabbed it. I
pointed it back toward the bowel. Nothing happened. "Don't
squeeze it so tight, Little One. You're holding back my piss."
I loosened my grip and watched as the golden stream resumed.
After I relieved myself he turned on the shower and we climbed in
together. He lathered my body. It felt good having his slippery
hands run over me. When he soaped my breasts I began to get
horny and when he slipped his hand between my legs I almost came
right then and there. When he finished, he told me it was my
turn.
I took the soap and washcloth from him, lathered it and began to
wash him down. When I got to his cock, it hardened immediately.
I rinsed it off and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and
took it in. I tried really hard to take him into my throat,
because I knew that was what he wanted. But I always gagged when
it got to the back of my throat and I just couldn't do it.
He let me suck for a while and then put his hand under my arms
and pulled me upright. He lifed me easily in the air so that my
cunt was level with his cock. He positioned me correctly and
lowered me so that he was imbedded inside me. It didn't hurt at
all anymore. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me back
against the shower wall. As he began to hunch against me it felt
really good. I went up and up. I approached orgasm but for some
reason couldn't quite make it.
Then I knew what it was. "Hurt me," I gasped.
He laughed and lifted me off of him. "Not now. We'll save that
for later."
We finished our shower quickly. As I was drying I happened to
remember. "Oh, dammnit," I said. He raised his head and looked
at me. I saw the question in his eyes. "I forgot all about
lunch. It's probably dried out by now."
I wrapped the towel around myself and we walked to the kitchen.
It was the first time since he had torn off my clothes that I
hadn't been totally naked in front of him. I saw him look at me
and there was lust in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Lunch was spoiled. I had just made some ham sandwiches, but the
ham was now dry. We kept the bread, threw away the ham and
replaced it with fresh from the refrigerator. I saw from the
clock on the wall that it was already amost five in the
afternoon. As we sat there eating, I saw that he kept looking at
me strangely.
When we had finished he hugged me close. "Are you ready to lean
how to take it down your throat?" he asked.
My heart raced. "Okay," I said shakily.
Back in the bedroom he pulled a strange metal device from one of
the drawers. "I got this from a dentist supply house," he told
me. "Now open your mouth." I immediately opened and he inserted
the device in my mouth and strapped it around my head. It felt
strange with the bent metal slots hooking behind my teeth. I
wondered just what he was doing.
"Its going to hurt some when I go down your throat," he explained
as he adjusted the nobs at the side of it. I felt my mouth being
pried open wide. "I know you wouldn't do it on purpose, but you
might end up biting down and that wouldn't be at all good for my
health. Once you get used to it, we won't need this anymore."
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He had me get on the bed with my head hanging over the side. He
ran his hand gently down my neck. "See," he said. "This way
your throat and your mouth go in a straight line. That way it's
easier for you and easier for me." He went down to his knees in
front of me. I could see that his cock was lined up almost
exactly with my mouth. I got scared and started to raise up, but
he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it back down.
He leaned forward and entered my mouth. I stopped struggling and
allowed it to enter without protest. It reached the start of my
throat and I began to gag again. I struggled and pushed against
him trying to dislodge his cock from my mouth. He backed off a
little and I stopped struggling. "Take a deep breath," he told
me.
I did and suddenly he lunged forward too quickly for my gag
reflex to take hold and entered my thoat. God, but it hurt. My
throat was small and his cock was very big. It felt like he had
rammed a telephone pole down there. I was squirming all over the
bed, pushing against him, trying to get him to take it out. I
tried to close my mouth to bite him, but the dental device held
fast.
The love I had thought I felt for him was now gone. I was being
raped all over again and I couldn't even scream with his cock now
buried deep in my throat. I couldn't breathe and it felt like I
was going to suffocate. He pulled back a little and I took a
deep breath. "Breathe through your nose," he said and rammed
forward again. I could feel his balls slap against my nose and I
knew he was all the way in.
"Finger yourself," he snarled. I moved my hands down to my cunt
and started to finger my clit. He started fucking my face fast
and hard. I began to feel the familiar pain and pleasure that I
knew would bring me to orgasm. I stuck a finger inside myself
and I went off. I shook all over with pleasure. I felt him
growing bigger inside my throat and I knew he was shooting his
cum directly into my stomach.
Finally, it ended and he pulled out. My throat was raw from
having taken the unusual in and out motion of his cock. He
lifted me length wise onto the bed and detached the device that
was holding my mouth open. He lifted me up and brought a glass
of water to my lips. I took a drink, I hadn't realized that my
mouth was so dry. The water burned going down, but it did feel a
little better.
I rolled into his arms. He petted my head, smoothing out my
hair. Then he began slowly running his hands over my back ending
with his hand squeezing my little ass. I was so confused. It
didn't make any sense. He hurt me terribly and yet it felt so
good. How could it be? I just couldn't understand it. Maybe I
was just too young. Maybe when I got older I would understand.
I finally fell into a listless sleep. When I awoke, he took my
mouth again this time without the device to keep my mouth open.
It still hurt like hell, but I managed to keep him from biting
him. I wasn't allowed to finger myself that time and still I
could feel the warmth building up in my pussy and I came with a
shattering orgasm as he shot down my throat for the second time
that day.
As I lay in his arms again, he said lazily, "Well, honey." It
was the first time he had called me by a pet name. I like that.
I wished that we could just stay here forever and he could
continue teaching me all the things I needed to know. I
remembered my parents and my life before, but it seemed so long
ago and yet I'd only been here for two days. I suddenly realized
he was still talking. "Tomorrow will be the worst for you, but
there's just no way I can keep it from hurting," he said.
"What happens tomorrow," I asked.
"Tomorrow," he said slowly. "I'm going to take you in the
asshole."
Fear jumbed in my throat. I rolled away and sat up on my knees
looking at him with wide eyes. "It will never fit," I said
hysterically.
"You thought it wouldn't fit in your throat, too," he replied.
He had a point.
Chapter Four
I spent that night sleeping in his arms. I was no longer tied.
It made me feel good that he now trusted me and I knew that his
trust was warranted. It may only be for a little while, but I
didn't want to leave. In my twelve year old mind, I knew this
was where I was intended to be. My life before this seemed like
nothing but a dream.
When we awoke in the morning, showered, and I fixed him
breakfast. We left the dishes on the table and went to the
bedroom immediately. He took me normally, and while it felt good
having his cock inside of me and I knew that he enjoyed it so I
felt good about that, but I just couldn't come. I realized for
that to happen, I would need some pain. I wandered if this was
perverted. In my mind I knew it was, but my body said
differently.
When we were finished, he told me to come with him to the
bathroom. Obediently, I followed him. Once there, he produced
what looked like a hot water bottle. My mom used to fill one
with hot water and put in my bed to keep my feet warm when I was
small. I watched, fascinated, as he filled the bottle with luke
warm water. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Give you an enema," he replied. "When I take your ass it won't
hurt as much if there isn't much in there."
My stomach turned over. "You still want to do that?"
"Yes, Sweetheart."
My heart melted when he called me that. He really cared about
me. If he didn't, why would he want to make it hurt less.
"Well, okay then," I said hesitantly.
While we had been talking, he had attached a long rubber tube to
the bottle. It had a metal clip in the middle and a little
nozzle on the end. He greased the end of the nozzle with
Vasoline. He hung the water bottle on a hook in the wall and
told me to lay on the floor on my left side. The tile felt cold
against my naked body.
He leaned down and lifted my right ass cheek slightly. "Just
relax," he said. "This may be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't
hurt." He pressed the nozzle against my tiny hole and pushed it
inside. He was right. It didn't really hurt and it was a little
bit uncomfortable.
Holding the nozzle inside me with his left hand, he reached up
and released the metal clip. I felt the water rushing into me.
After a few seconds I yelled that I had enough. He reached up
and closed the clip. "Just relax," he told me. "Rest for a few
seconds and then you'll be able to take more."
I tried hard to relax, but it still felt like I had a gallon of
water in my ass. A few seconds later, it hurt a little less. I
laid still. "Ready?", he asked and I nodded. Once again I felt
more water running inside me. It took three more tries, but
eventually I had taken the whole bottle full.
He told me to lay still for a minute. I clenched my jaw and
waited. It felt like my stomach had stretched out a yard. A few
seconds later I felt something cold and hard pressing against my
little hole. He pressed his left hand against my pussy and
pushed hard with his right. I felt the thing stretch my ass hole
what felt like a mile and then settle with a little portion about
the size of the nozzle inside the hole. It hurt like hell and I
screamed.
"What the hell was that?" I asked hysterically.
"A butt plug," he said quietly. "It will keep your bottom closed
so that the water can do its work."
He lifted me to my feet. I felt unbelievably cramped. I looked
down and saw that my belly was distended more than it had ever
been. "It won't be too much longer," he said soothingly. "Now,
come on, let's go do the breakfast dishes."
I took a hesitant step forward. It hurt like hell. He took my
hands and guided me to the kitchen. He ran water in the sink and
began washing the dishes. I was doubled over in pain as I
obediently dried. When handed me the last of them I couldn't
take it any longer.
"I can't stand it," I screamed. "I've got to go NOW!" I laid
the wet plate on the counter and waddled as fast as I could
toward the bathroom. He followed.
"Straddle the toilet," he said. As I obeyed he reached behind me
and pulled the plug from my ass and I sat down on the toilet
immediately. As the water rushed from my asshole I could hear it
splashing against the water in the toilet.
After what seemed like a very long time the flow stopped. "Just
sit there for a little while," he told me. "I'm going to go take
care of that last dish." I sat still and a few seconds later I
felt myself cramping again. I squeezed and more water came
rushing out. This happened a couple of more times and eventually
I felt completely empty. He returned and led me gently to the
bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. He
brought a cover up and gently covered me. "Sleep, Little One,"
he said softly.
When I awoke, I could feel his hands gently massaging my back as
I lay on my stomach. His hands moved further down and I felt him
needing my ass cheeks. It was extremely soothing. "Oooh, that
feels good," I said softly.
He chuckled. "I like making you feel good, darling. It's only
fair because you make me feel very good too, you know."
I felt him spread my cheeks and press his finger against my ass
hole. I felt a tingle in my pussy when he did that. He gently
ran his finger around the outside of it. It was very slippery. I
opened my eyes and saw the tube of KY Jelly lying on the night
stand and I knew why it was so slippery. He slipped his finger
inside me. It hardly hurt at all. Actually, it felt kind of
good.
He climbed from the bed. "Well, Sweetheart, it's time."
"Time for what?", I asked drowsily.
"Time for you to loose your last virginity."
I shook my head and came awake instantly. He was going to do it.
He was ACTUALLY going to do it. I felt the rope that he hadn't
used since the first night going around my wrist. "I'm sorry to
have to do the, love," he told me as he fastened the rope to my
other wrist. "But if you squirm around its going to hurt a lot
worse." He shoved to pillows under my crotch and tied my legs to
the other two bed posts. I was now spread-eagled with my ass
high in the air.
I was suddenly very scared. "Please," I begged. "I don't want
to do this. Please, please, please."
"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't have much time. I figure they'll
probably find us by tomorrow, so you'll just have to be brave and
take it. I do have something that will make it a little easier,
though."
I felt the cold plastic of a penis shaped vibrator pressing
against my cunt. He pushed it into me and turned it on. He used
two pieces of adhesive tape in an "X" shape to keep it in place.
I could feel the excitement rising as the thing vibrated within
me.
He reached for the tube of KY and greased the middle and index
fingers of his right hand. He held my cheeks apart with his left
hand and unceremoniously ramed both fingers right up my exposed
asshole. I groaned with the slight pain that joined the pleasure
rising in my cunt. He wiggled his fingers around and pulled them
part way out, spreading then and making the pain just a little
more.
He removed his fingers and I saw the KY removed from the night
stand once again. "I'm greasing my cock for you, love," he told
me. "But don't be deceived. Its still going to hurt like hell.
Just buck up and take it."
I was shaking all over. "I'll try," I told him. Tears were
already streaming down my face because I knew what was coming.
I felt him spreading my cheeks and centering himself against my
tiny hole. "Hear it comes darling," he said and suddenly rammed
his way forward with all his might. My sphincter never had a
chance. One minute he was pressing lightly and the next minute
he was all the way inside my ass. And then the pain hit.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TAKE IT OUT!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
IT HURTS SO BAD...PLEASE...PLEASE..PLEASE STOP!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
He never gave me a chance to even try to adjust to him. He was
just fucking in and out of my ass hole for all he was worth. The
pain was unbelievable, unbearable. I screamed and screamed.
Slowly, the vibrator in my cunt began to do its work. The pain
lessened just a little and the pleasure increased a lot. I could
feel myself rising toward the greatest orgasm of my entire life.
I was still screaming, but it was with pleasure and the
combination of great pain along with it.
I felt him stiffen within me and I knew he was shooting his man
cream into my bowels. That knowledge was all it took and I went
over the edge.
YYYYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS....OH GOD.....YESSS...I'M CUUUMMMMMMING!
And then it was over. He slumped against me with his entire
weignt on my back. His shrinking cock still in my ass. He
rolled off of me and I could feel a combination of his cum and my
blood flowing out of me.
He looked at my hole. "Oh God," he said. "I tore you up a lot
more than I thought I would. I'm so sorry. Let me get a rag and
clean you up."
As he started to crawl from the bed, a bull horn blared from
outside. "We know your in there Phillips. Come out with your
hands in the air. God help you if you killed that little girl."
He looked at me. "It's time, darling. I guess I won't have time
to clean you up or hold you close like I had planned." He
reached into a drawer and pulled out gun. He walked quickly to
the bed and leaned over to kiss me gently. "Goodbye, my love."
"Don't go," I begged but he pulled away, walked through the
kitchen and out the door.
There was silence for a minute and then I heard him yelling
something. There was a gunshot and then what sounded like twenty
guns going off at once. Then there was silence.
I heard footsteps in the kitchen. I was crying piteously. I
heard the bedroom door open and a strange male voice say, "OH MY
GOD." He ran to the bed and began untying me. "Your safe now,"
he said. "We'll take care of you."
I looked up at him. "Mr. Phillips, is he..."
"That bastard will never hurt anybody again. There must be ten
bullets in him. It's the strangest thing though. The last thing
he said before he died was 'Tell Lisa I love her'."
I started tosob uncontrollably. Oh Bob, my poor, poor dear sweet
Bob. I had loved him so. He had told me, but I never believed
it would really happen.
The idiot cop who had "rescued" me didn't have the foggiest
notion what was going on. He kept sayin things like "its okay,
he can't hurt you anymore."
Then everything went black.
To be continued.....
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