High School Reunion- Part Three

High School Reunion 1

~ 1:56 AM~2

Part Three 3

Max Drove into the night. His body pumped with adrenaline, excitement and arousal that could not be contained with the thoughts that were screaming in his mind.4

He had her right where she wanted. He had watched her drink often until he would have to carry her to bed, but never before had he had an opportunity to have such sacred father-daughter time: especially when Elsie had been around.5

That darn bitch was always in the way. Like an obedient and annoyingly, loyal, puppy. One that needed to be shot to teach it some tough love. And love could not be any further from Max's mind.6

It had not taken him as much effort as he had imagined to get Louise into the car. It hardly took him any longer than a good Three minutes. She had been so light,completely intoxicated and everyone else was to busy have a piss up time behind closed doors to even suspect anything had happened to her.7

Covering her over with a rugged, torn, blanket. He rested her head against the door handle. Taking his time to drive as slowly as he could; so as not to disturb her.8

Upon pulling out of the car park he met with a yellow taxi, whose driver passed him by with a simple nod. Unaware and uncaring of the simple act that he had just pulled. It was a clean kidnapping, but it was sure to get worse before it became any easier and Max had come prepared for all kinds of situations, his plan inclusive: his ideal, murder.9

~2:05~10

Pulling up in the driveway Max parked the car close to his work shed. The light still on, the house lights long turned off.11

To his neighbors he was a hard working man. Up at the crack of dawn, ready to begin working on whatever project the community had assigned for him. There were occasions when he worked until early morning and Max knew that there would be no questions asked to the amount of sound that was going to take place within the next few hours. 12

This he was certain of, it soothed him, prepared him, relaxed him for it was one less thing he had to worry about against the odds of Louise waking up any time soon. To his neighbors he would simple be Max the builder, but to himself; he was more than that.13

Opening the back door, Max dragged Louise's sleepy body from the back seat. Throwing the ragged, blanket the the dirt floor that shifted as the wind blew heavy; shaking the Autumn tree's.14

Louise stirred, shaking her head, a few words escaping her lips. Her arms flailing. She was sleep talking, and moving. Just like she had when she was younger. Though Max was positive she would not awaken. Her exhaustion alone would have her out for the next few hours and the alcohol helped.15

“ Nearly there my girl,” he whispered, slugging her over his shoulder. Her fingers brushing against his back, causing him to harden like a prized, rock.16

“Daddy knows you're sleepy and soon enough you and mummy will be able to rest in peace. You won't hear a thing I promise you baby girl, no noise at all. Sleeping soundly, almost as if you where...dead,” he chuckled manically, reaching for the shed door.17

The steel door swung open, the rust causing it to squeak as the wind increased. Picking up. The door itself shutting behind him on impact from the heavy force.18

Max lay Louise down softly on a matted, mattress, that lay in the middle of the shed floor. Admiring her body as she curled herself up into a tight, crunched, ball and began to snore; sounding like a piglet in a bard yard.19

Max towered over her body. The sweet smell of virginity wafting up his nose, filling him inside with the only pleasure he had ever known. The pleasure of innocence, of purity, of unwillingness and perversion.20

He bent his knees, lowering himself onto the mattress. The soft, bouncy, exterior causing the springs to dig into his pants. The metal scratching against his skin, giving him a jolt of stimulation as he pried her thighs open. Rolling her onto her stomach. His fingers roughly gripping her wrist, lurching them high above her rocking head21

“That's it baby open wide, come inside, its play time,” he whispered, rhyming to her the jingle of a children's program she had insisted on watching every afternoon when he had been stuck in the shed, slaving away. Only to re-enter the house and have Elsie on his back, screaming about everything under the sun: Including his parental assistance on spending time with his daughter instead of practically living in the shed as her life passed him by.22

It was something he would never be able to understand and now that Elsie had been put to sleep, he never had to. Neither did he ever have to worry about another word coming out of the fucking, bitches, mouth again. Somehow after their Twenty-Seven years of marriage he had finally found the key to a successful, happy, marriage: the key, silence.23

Well he would prove her wrong. He would take it one step further and show that useless, fucking, drag that he was a good father. He would show Louise a good time. One that she could never thank him enough for.24

Louise did not stir, but continued to mumble words that made no sense to max at all, words that within a few hours would never make sense to anyone. She to would be hushed, like a baby. Like her mother, never uttering another useless word again, but there was no harm in having a little fun first. 25

Besides Louise had always liked to play games, it was in her nature. That and she was always one to try new things and God knew she was still a virgin, even at Twenty-Seven that was darn, right, pitiful in his eyes. No he would play, Louise would play to. They would spend time together: for Elsie, this would be for Elsie.26

~2:15~27

Louise was in a state of dream. Her mind showing her visions that she would have gladly exchanged a few wasted days just to live in the state of euphoria.28

She felt pleasure, rising from her tired body. Her imagination taking her to places she could only ever visit once her eyes were closed.29

A man, she saw a man. Not any man, but a handsome, half-naked man standing before her in her bedroom. His hands on his hips, flashing a smile that caused her to flutter inside. A river flowing freely between her legs.30

The man grinned, rolling her onto her back. His knees wedging open her thighs,carefully, softly, as if she were as fragile as a china doll. Scared that she would shatter into pieces if he pushed her that one step further than she was ready.31

Louise could feel the mans fingers wracking her heated flesh. His fingernails working as an artist, delicate, light strokes, while he worked his way between her inner thighs; spreading her wider than she could have imagined her body could allow.32

Louise felt a deep sigh exhaling from her lips, moaning, melting as the Handsome man placed a finger on her panties, her apex tingly with surprise. His finger felt hard, rough, and in a matter of seconds the sensual atmosphere darkened. The mans eyes glowing with a sinister expression that left her angered, afraid, shaking, as she broke into a cold sweat.33

The man smirked. His eyes turning feral Red, staring harshly into hers: warning her of what was to come. He pressed his finger into the fabric, the material slicing away as he dragged his claw, like nails against her flesh. His body tensed, hunched, moving quickly and swiftly while he used his free hand to tear away at her blouse. 34

Louise could smell something potent. A scent she knew so well, her phobia being stricken like match; ready to inflame her dreams, yet not ready to extinguish her fears.35

Blood, it was blood. The rich, heavy, potent smell drifted through the air. Her panties thickening in liquid that no longer resembled any arousal. It was blood, he had cut her right through the folds of her apex. She could feel it, smell it and now as the man brought his finger to her mouth, she could see it.36

Petrified she tried to shoo away his finger. Struggling against his heavy body to rise into an upright position, but the handsome man did not budge. He pressed into her body further, 37

pinning her arms above her head; her fingers clawing at his wrist, attempting to break free. It was no use he had her hung.38

“Get of me,” she cried, flailing, kicking, snapping her teeth like a angry, gnarling, dog. She could feel his blood-stained finger forcing its way past the shards of fabric that still remained, probing his way into her river: her river of forgotten lust and crimson fear.39

“Now come on Louise, just play this game with daddy. You know you want to, you can't deny it. So open wide now...open wide.”