tanuno
Well-known member
[berseh]
Zack on the run 19
"Please don't mind the mess", joked Sandy now wearing only underwears and stockings.
"I like the furniture" Zack laughed, rubbing a huge, terrifying dildo mounted onto some nightmarish machine. "fucking classy, haw haw!"
The Federal agent couldn't hold it anymore:
"You gotta be out of your mind" she shot angrily "if you imagine women like the two of us can disappear without you ending with an injection for each of you and-"
but she was stopped by Zack's noisy slap.
I couldn't believe she still had this fire in her! She was so brave while me in contrast had no energy to fight.
The best I could do was to retreat inside myself, numb my sensations, deny my environment...
Go into half-life mode.
After a short ride in the van when Zack held the two of us in his grasp we had been pushed down cold stairs and then our hoods had been taken off.
Just the sight of the cavernous basement made me fall on my knees.
The horror! The hell promised to us!
The black man had pulled me back up and pushed me against my infortunate companion.
Not really brutal but determined.
The police had been so close to save me! I sobbed again, pitying myself.
What? When will it end? How will it end?
Was this going to be the last step into my journey to hell?
I tried not to stare at what looked like torture machines.
What did this woman plan with Zack for us?
They had been talking of making money out of me.. Was it? Was it, like..
Making snuff movies?
"Please don't mind the mess", joked Sandy now wearing only underwears and stockings.
"I like the furniture" Zack laughed, rubbing a huge, terrifying dildo mounted onto some nightmarish machine. "fucking classy, haw haw!"
The Federal agent couldn't hold it anymore:
"You gotta be out of your mind" she shot angrily "if you imagine women like the two of us can disappear without you ending with an injection for each of you and-"
but she was stopped by Zack's noisy slap.
I couldn't believe she still had this fire in her! She was so brave while me in contrast had no energy to fight.
The best I could do was to retreat inside myself, numb my sensations, deny my environment...
Go into half-life mode.
After a short ride in the van when Zack held the two of us in his grasp we had been pushed down cold stairs and then our hoods had been taken off.
Just the sight of the cavernous basement made me fall on my knees.
The horror! The hell promised to us!
The black man had pulled me back up and pushed me against my infortunate companion.
Not really brutal but determined.
The police had been so close to save me! I sobbed again, pitying myself.
What? When will it end? How will it end?
Was this going to be the last step into my journey to hell?
I tried not to stare at what looked like torture machines.
What did this woman plan with Zack for us?
They had been talking of making money out of me.. Was it? Was it, like..
Making snuff movies?