The Dark One Angel - *Seven*

The Dark One Angel Part Seven1

“Where are you taking me?' she asked, squirming with his every cold hearted touch.2

He was rough with her, pinching, driving his fingers deep inside of her. She wished he would just stop, even if for a moment so the pain would stop. But he did not stop and continued to delve his harshness deeper and deeper, enjoying the pain and the pleasure he was inflicting upon her.3

He turned to face her with malice eyes, and chuckled softly to himself, in a manner that seemed to so cruelly disturb her.4

“Never you mind you little snitch, you will soon find out, best you keep your mouth shut and don't ask anymore questions if you know what is good for you.”5

She shook her head, turning away with tears of anger slipping down her cheeks. She could not show him how much he was hurting her. She knew that he would derive the uttermost sickest pleasure from watching her wince and squirm under his brutal touch.6

“Are you ready for a big day Marie?” he asked, almost pleasantly with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.7

She did not open her mouth to answer. Surely it was a trap. Had he just not told her to keep her mouth shut? And now he wanted her to talk, he wanted her to answer to a question he quite obviously knew the answer to.8

Silence filled the car. 9

The emptiness inside of her had suddenly become vulnerable to his eyes.10

“Well are you ready or not Marie?”11

She still remained silent, trying to stop the tears of anguish that were now flowing heavily down her cheeks and onto her breasts.12

Bitterly he smiled, taking his hand from underneath her skirt and lifted it to her blouse. Undoing the buttons as fast as he could.13

“Why Marie have I ever told you that you are such a beautiful girl? Such juicy insides, and lovely, firm breasts.”14

He cupped them in his hand, almost swerving of the side of the highway, and squeezed them between his fingertips.15

Glad that he had not persuaded to hear her answer, she stiffened a little into the chair, hating the way he was looking at her with those perverted hungry eyes, hating the way he thought he could abuse her every inch of skin. 16

He knew she would not resist his touch or fight back, and he loved the look on her face as he slowly caressed and squeezed her breast, finding it hard within himself not to feel overly aroused. She would submit, this he was certain. 17

She would submit to anything he made her do, and that thought thrilled him, it thrilled and over took every other thought inside his mind until he was obsessed with the thought of taking her body for his own.18

“Oh...god help me Angel,” she cried out loud inside her head. She was not sure how much more of this torture she could take.19

His slivering snake like hands, twirled there way around her nipples, pinching them hard. Making a shot of arousal stir inside of her.20

She gasped, letting the tears rest in there spot as she looked at him with pleading eyes.21

He ignored her plea, taking one in between his fingertips and sharply pulled at the skin, making her cry out in pain.22

“Stop now, please just stop it,” she cried, trying desperately to push him away. The frustration of her weakness made her even more open for his abuse.23

His nostrils flared, his lips curled and his teeth bit them tightly and she ripped at her blouse.24

“What did I tell you about talking?”25

Taking his hand away he grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled it down towards her skirt.26

“Smell that, smell that lovely sweet juices you have so clearly running down those thighs of yours, take a whiff, make sure you know the smell, because I am going to quite enjoy burring my knife into that little snatch of yours.”27

Horror, sifted its way through her brain as she heard the words and transferred them into her brain.28

Had he said knife? knife inside her deepness?Truly she must be delusional. Surely she had heard wrong.29

Sensing her fear he laughed loudly, into her ear as he pulled up and stopped the car.30

She could not see where they were, as he painfully kept her head between her knees.31

“That is right my pretty, Knife, I am going to shove this knife inside your delicious insides and watch as you enjoy the pain and pleasurable suffering you so rightfully deserve, and after that, I will be doing the same thing to that pathetic mother of yours. The two of you make me sick, I need to rid the world of women like you, or rather vermin I should say, rid you both so that you can not  pollute the world in which we live in, rid the world of the toxins you seep from your every pore”32


Feeling his hands scratching severely at her bra strap she felt the coldness of metal pressed against her skin as he slowly made a small cut down her back.33

Screaming out for pain, he violently wrenched her head back into the seat, letting the blood drip slowly down her back.34

“STOP IT...please I beg you I will do anything, take anything Just stop it,” she cried.35

He shook his head, in silence for once. The silence was deadly, his eyes still remained blackened and cruel.36

Holding his hand up he flashed her a sight of the crimson covered knife, her hot warm blood covered its surface, bringing it to his lips, he slid his tongue across the surface. Hungrily lapping it up until the surface was once more clean again.37

“You taste divine Marie, would you like to try some?” he asked, bringing the knife to her thighs, cutting it slowly.38

“HELP ME....Somebody help me.” she screamed, watching as the knife cut her beautiful soft skin.39

He chuckled, bringing the knife to her lips.40

“No one can hear you, no one can save you out here, and no one will remember you when your gone. Now taste some of your beauty, God knows it will be so wonderful to watch you die in that bloody pool of eternal youth.41

Not risking a chance she lapped at the blood that covered the knife. If there was any chance of survival she did not want to risk her chances of an early death my not submitting to his commands.42

Inside her head, she remembered that night outside on the steps when her Angel had seeked her out making known to her, provided her with that ray of hope. 43

She longed to be in the warmness and safety of his hooded cloak.44

She closed her eyes, concentrating on him and only him, hoping that even without the necklace her mother had so cruelly taken from her that he could still hear her cry for help.45

“Please make him stop...Angel please make him stop...Come and save me.”46

To Be Continued...