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[Novaksus] 
Sara Chapter 1 - Page 001-003
001
A perfect place to do her last set. She'd found this place about a month ago when she scouted the whole city for vacant places where she could do her workout in peace.
A restricted area for a building project that was stuck in bureaucratic limbo.
002
She felt someone approaching. Hoping they wouldn't bother her, she ignored it.
"Excuse me, Sara?"
"Sorry, I don't do autographs..." She said dismissively. Still focusing on her workout, she just wanted to finish up the last set so she could go home and shower.
The man wasn't there for her autograph.
The shot was too easy, he wanted more fun. They were far away from any spectators so he could let her make some sounds first. His favorite part of the game was always the hunt, but he wanted it to go on for a little longer. This bitch was apparently a highly respected athlete, and worshiped by many as some sort of feminist idol.
003
She was really fast. Even if he didn't want to let this play out, he had no choice, her body was honed to a rather impressive build. A quick spin, followed by a well coordinated palm, and he was no longer aiming at her.
"Son of a bitch! HELP!" She shouted out, not really sounding convincing, she had no faith that anyone would hear her, or come to help. It was just something her self-defense instructor had drilled into her. Before engaging, always call for help.
The assaulter was seemingly impressed with her vigor, and didn't rush to force his gun towards her again, not that it was a point to try. She had already shifted her stance, rotated her elbow to face more towards the ground, using gravity to help keep the gun pointed away from her. Even if he tried, there's no way he could get a shot off on her like this.
Sara Chapter 1 - Page 001-003001
A perfect place to do her last set. She'd found this place about a month ago when she scouted the whole city for vacant places where she could do her workout in peace.
A restricted area for a building project that was stuck in bureaucratic limbo.
002
She felt someone approaching. Hoping they wouldn't bother her, she ignored it.
"Excuse me, Sara?"
"Sorry, I don't do autographs..." She said dismissively. Still focusing on her workout, she just wanted to finish up the last set so she could go home and shower.
The man wasn't there for her autograph.
The shot was too easy, he wanted more fun. They were far away from any spectators so he could let her make some sounds first. His favorite part of the game was always the hunt, but he wanted it to go on for a little longer. This bitch was apparently a highly respected athlete, and worshiped by many as some sort of feminist idol.
003
She was really fast. Even if he didn't want to let this play out, he had no choice, her body was honed to a rather impressive build. A quick spin, followed by a well coordinated palm, and he was no longer aiming at her.
"Son of a bitch! HELP!" She shouted out, not really sounding convincing, she had no faith that anyone would hear her, or come to help. It was just something her self-defense instructor had drilled into her. Before engaging, always call for help.
The assaulter was seemingly impressed with her vigor, and didn't rush to force his gun towards her again, not that it was a point to try. She had already shifted her stance, rotated her elbow to face more towards the ground, using gravity to help keep the gun pointed away from her. Even if he tried, there's no way he could get a shot off on her like this.
tanuno
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[Novaksus] Sara Chapter 1 - Page 004-007
004
With a quick jab, she forced the man to release the dart gun as she pushed the handle in the direction his fingers were pointing. The greatest threat to her was the weapon he wielded, and with it on the ground, she continued her attack.
Before he could really adapt to the situation, she had already swung her hip forward, rotated it, using the force of her momentum to land a big kick, her shin burying itself into his abdomen. Not the ideal target for her kick, but seeing how exposed the man was, she had to take the opportunity.
Losing his breath for a moment, she didn't hit high enough to really strike the diaphragm, but he was still stumbling backwards. She was a little sloppy, but her expertise in martial arts, particularly muay thai, really gave her the advantage against her opponent. As long as she could keep a distance and not turn it into a grapple, she'd win this with ease.
005
Following her kick, she delivered a few more. None landing cleanly, but still pushing the man back. After having him stumble backwards some more, she dove for the tranq gun. She landed straight on her back, nearly knocking the wind out of her, but she was so determined to end this quickly. As much force as she'd put into those kicks, she had only succeeded in gaining some distance. She wasn't sure how much damage she'd done.
Grabbing the metallic gun with both her hands, she lifted it and aimed it at the man. She had done some firearm practice before with handguns at the local range, but this felt a little off.
It didn't take long for the man to come charging at her. He was grinning for some reason, but she didn't care. She'd wipe that grin off of his face once he went face-down into the grass.
Aiming at his chest, she unloaded the payload of the weapon. She was fairly sure it was some sort of tranquilizer. This city had an infamous amount of unresolved cases of kidnapping, which was why she was so prepared.
She hit the man straight in the chest. He instinctively grabbed the dart from his chest, but most of the fluid was already in his system. She was hoping that hitting him in the chest would hasten the effect.
Go... down...
She thought to herself.
006
He started to wobble side to side. Dizzy and confused, he was stumbling, struggling with standing upright. The next moment, he had grabbed Sara's leg and yoinked her up. The force of which he pulled her off of the ground was so sudden and unexpected, she couldn't protect herself before she lost her footing completely. Holding onto her shin tightly, he kept her lower half lifted off the ground.
"Stupid little girl, I'm immune to this..." He had the syringe dart in his hand. "This only works for girls like you, and look... There's still some left. I doubt this is enough to take you down, you're a feisty little one." He said with a victorious grin.
"What... What do you want from me? Money? I can pay you!" She shouted at him. Her tone was changing. Begging him to spare her, she knew deep inside that it was useless, but despair and shock was riling her up.
"I want your body. I want to play with it... That's it." His answer was like a stab in the heart. She started to flail in desperation. Grabbing some grass, trying to pull herself out of his strong grasp.
007
Getting some sick and twisted pleasure from torturing the little girl, he locked her leg with his right arm as he pulled her shorts to the side. Wanting to mess her up a little more, he shifted his hold on the syringe dart a little before unloading the remainder into her exposed pink flesh.
In his finger acrobatics, more of the content of the dart was lost. All he ended up injecting her with was not enough to fully knock her out. It would still be enough to break her, he thought.
She was no longer fighting, just resisting. Her uncoordinated waving and shaking did nothing to win her back her freedom. As she felt the strange prick in her crotch, it dawned on her what he had done.
He had stabbed her right in the crotch...
Sara Chapter 1 - Page 004-007004
With a quick jab, she forced the man to release the dart gun as she pushed the handle in the direction his fingers were pointing. The greatest threat to her was the weapon he wielded, and with it on the ground, she continued her attack.
Before he could really adapt to the situation, she had already swung her hip forward, rotated it, using the force of her momentum to land a big kick, her shin burying itself into his abdomen. Not the ideal target for her kick, but seeing how exposed the man was, she had to take the opportunity.
Losing his breath for a moment, she didn't hit high enough to really strike the diaphragm, but he was still stumbling backwards. She was a little sloppy, but her expertise in martial arts, particularly muay thai, really gave her the advantage against her opponent. As long as she could keep a distance and not turn it into a grapple, she'd win this with ease.
005
Following her kick, she delivered a few more. None landing cleanly, but still pushing the man back. After having him stumble backwards some more, she dove for the tranq gun. She landed straight on her back, nearly knocking the wind out of her, but she was so determined to end this quickly. As much force as she'd put into those kicks, she had only succeeded in gaining some distance. She wasn't sure how much damage she'd done.
Grabbing the metallic gun with both her hands, she lifted it and aimed it at the man. She had done some firearm practice before with handguns at the local range, but this felt a little off.
It didn't take long for the man to come charging at her. He was grinning for some reason, but she didn't care. She'd wipe that grin off of his face once he went face-down into the grass.
Aiming at his chest, she unloaded the payload of the weapon. She was fairly sure it was some sort of tranquilizer. This city had an infamous amount of unresolved cases of kidnapping, which was why she was so prepared.
She hit the man straight in the chest. He instinctively grabbed the dart from his chest, but most of the fluid was already in his system. She was hoping that hitting him in the chest would hasten the effect.
Go... down...
She thought to herself.
006
He started to wobble side to side. Dizzy and confused, he was stumbling, struggling with standing upright. The next moment, he had grabbed Sara's leg and yoinked her up. The force of which he pulled her off of the ground was so sudden and unexpected, she couldn't protect herself before she lost her footing completely. Holding onto her shin tightly, he kept her lower half lifted off the ground.
"Stupid little girl, I'm immune to this..." He had the syringe dart in his hand. "This only works for girls like you, and look... There's still some left. I doubt this is enough to take you down, you're a feisty little one." He said with a victorious grin.
"What... What do you want from me? Money? I can pay you!" She shouted at him. Her tone was changing. Begging him to spare her, she knew deep inside that it was useless, but despair and shock was riling her up.
"I want your body. I want to play with it... That's it." His answer was like a stab in the heart. She started to flail in desperation. Grabbing some grass, trying to pull herself out of his strong grasp.
007
Getting some sick and twisted pleasure from torturing the little girl, he locked her leg with his right arm as he pulled her shorts to the side. Wanting to mess her up a little more, he shifted his hold on the syringe dart a little before unloading the remainder into her exposed pink flesh.
In his finger acrobatics, more of the content of the dart was lost. All he ended up injecting her with was not enough to fully knock her out. It would still be enough to break her, he thought.
She was no longer fighting, just resisting. Her uncoordinated waving and shaking did nothing to win her back her freedom. As she felt the strange prick in her crotch, it dawned on her what he had done.
He had stabbed her right in the crotch...
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