towards him. His face was now horribly twisted with rage, a red swelling above one eye with blood on his face and in his eyes making him look even more sinister, his expression dark and lacking any emotion. His fist twisted her hair tightly round and he pulled her up onto her feet, before slamming her face forcefully down on the breakfast bar. Papers and fruit spilled onto the floor as Anna fought with all her might to try and free herself. He simply yanked up her night gown exposing her bare backside. She screamed and struggled even more ferociously knowing what was coming next. She would try like hell to stop him. She kicked out at him, over and over screaming, “Leave me, leave me alone, please, please. I beg you. Please don’t, not that, please not that!”
He undid his trousers. He was rock hard, her struggle for survival arousing him like never before. He held her still with ease and forced himself deep into her as she screamed out in agony. Her cries pierced the night air and he slammed her face down hard onto the counter to silence her, her teeth smashing against it, three scuttling onto the floor, blood now pouring from her broken face. Harder and harder he thrust in to her, rage spilling over as he bit her savagely on her back, tearing her flesh while pummelling her body with his flailing fists. She tried in vain to scream again but she was so winded she couldn’t draw breath. He pulled out of her and she gulped but the attack continued. He began to molest her anally, her thoughts now dulling as theybecame tangled up with the floods of pain coming from all over her.
Spent, he withdrew from her, shoving her hard onto the floor, his hatred spilling over as he walked over to get his bag and pulled out some rope, Anna lay still trying to gather herself, trying to catch a breath. He looked over at her, making sure she wasn’t about to escape. Their eyes met and he growled towards her, “Take a good look, cause I’m the last thing you’ll ever see.” She closed her eyes, not daring to incite another onslaught from him. He looked down into his bag and Anna noticed her spare phone lying on the chair in the corner of the kitchen. She saw her chance. She looked up at him; he was taking a large hunting knife from the bag, a huge sex aid and a scalpel. She couldn’t stop herself vomiting and he just laughed at her, his eyes filled with disdain. “You pathetic cow! I’ll be through in a minute, don’t be so impatient,” he said, smirking at her.
She quietly but efficiently moved toward the phone. Fingers trembling, she dialled 999. “HELP ME! 4 Dean House,” was not heard properly as the call was answered.
“Police, what is your emergency?” came over. Anna gave a guttural howl as the knife was plunged deep into her back.
“Hello, hello, I’m still here, are you alright?”
Anna was thrown over the floor as he smashed the phone off the wall. “You stupid fucking bitch, I was going to have so much fun with you, and now you’ve gone and spoilt it. You bitches are so fucking lazy.”
The call taker quickly rewound the tape to hear the initial call, got the address from it this time and immediately despatched a set to check it out. Only one, however, because numerous crank calls were received daily and the nature of the call was yet to be confirmed.
John pulled Anna’s head right back, yelling at her, “Open your fucking eyes you slut, open your fucking eyes, bitch,” and as she did, he showed her the large hunting knife and whispered in her ear, “I had so much more to show you, to give you and now it’s all over.” The knife sliced deep into her neck, the downward pressure so immense that arterial blood sprayed round the room, her carotid artery severed as he started to savagely stab her in the back, again and again; she was still aware of what was going on, her pain now beyond belief. He stood over her andlooked down. The pool of blood was growing round her, flowing and gently spurting as her
He undid his trousers. He was rock hard, her struggle for survival arousing him like never before. He held her still with ease and forced himself deep into her as she screamed out in agony. Her cries pierced the night air and he slammed her face down hard onto the counter to silence her, her teeth smashing against it, three scuttling onto the floor, blood now pouring from her broken face. Harder and harder he thrust in to her, rage spilling over as he bit her savagely on her back, tearing her flesh while pummelling her body with his flailing fists. She tried in vain to scream again but she was so winded she couldn’t draw breath. He pulled out of her and she gulped but the attack continued. He began to molest her anally, her thoughts now dulling as theybecame tangled up with the floods of pain coming from all over her.
Spent, he withdrew from her, shoving her hard onto the floor, his hatred spilling over as he walked over to get his bag and pulled out some rope, Anna lay still trying to gather herself, trying to catch a breath. He looked over at her, making sure she wasn’t about to escape. Their eyes met and he growled towards her, “Take a good look, cause I’m the last thing you’ll ever see.” She closed her eyes, not daring to incite another onslaught from him. He looked down into his bag and Anna noticed her spare phone lying on the chair in the corner of the kitchen. She saw her chance. She looked up at him; he was taking a large hunting knife from the bag, a huge sex aid and a scalpel. She couldn’t stop herself vomiting and he just laughed at her, his eyes filled with disdain. “You pathetic cow! I’ll be through in a minute, don’t be so impatient,” he said, smirking at her.
She quietly but efficiently moved toward the phone. Fingers trembling, she dialled 999. “HELP ME! 4 Dean House,” was not heard properly as the call was answered.
“Police, what is your emergency?” came over. Anna gave a guttural howl as the knife was plunged deep into her back.
“Hello, hello, I’m still here, are you alright?”
Anna was thrown over the floor as he smashed the phone off the wall. “You stupid fucking bitch, I was going to have so much fun with you, and now you’ve gone and spoilt it. You bitches are so fucking lazy.”
The call taker quickly rewound the tape to hear the initial call, got the address from it this time and immediately despatched a set to check it out. Only one, however, because numerous crank calls were received daily and the nature of the call was yet to be confirmed.
John pulled Anna’s head right back, yelling at her, “Open your fucking eyes you slut, open your fucking eyes, bitch,” and as she did, he showed her the large hunting knife and whispered in her ear, “I had so much more to show you, to give you and now it’s all over.” The knife sliced deep into her neck, the downward pressure so immense that arterial blood sprayed round the room, her carotid artery severed as he started to savagely stab her in the back, again and again; she was still aware of what was going on, her pain now beyond belief. He stood over her andlooked down. The pool of blood was growing round her, flowing and gently spurting as her
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