hands of a mobster?
I walk back to my office, feeling much like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
It’s almost like I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. You know, like he’s some fire breathing dragon, ready to set his prey ablaze on the next exhalation.
I hear the click of the lock before I turn to see him making his way towards me. There is something very sinister about the sound of that bolt latching.
My instincts force my feet backwards which only serves to put me against the wall and, regrettably, even more at his mercy. He is making his way towards in the same way a predator would stalk his prey. This is not good…
Novak
I approach my little victim. I have purposely backed her up against the wall before I speak to her, “Little bitch.” I place my hand around her throat, squeezing, and watch her eyes fill with fear. I know she is intimidated by my edgy look. The tattoos, the piercings—they are the exact opposite of her professional business persona.
God, she is beautiful. She stands at a good 6’ in heels, or she would if I’d give them back to her. She wears a business suit and her blonde hair is cut in long, curly layers, giving her a wild and untamed, yet classy look. I have plans for this one, I think to myself as visions of burying my hard, pierced cock into her hot, little orifice suddenly invade my mind.
“I rather like the way my hand feels around your throat. I find it remarkably pleasing to know that I can control the very air that your lying, thieving, little lungs can breathe right now. You’re bringing out my sexual deviant side, Katrina, with every offense you commit against me. I’m going to make you pay in ways you never anticipated when you stole from me.
“My interrogation skills are spot on, young lady, and there is nothing you will be successful in hiding from me. I enjoy torturing my victims in my line of work. Does the thought of being subjected to my sadistic nature scare you?” I give her no time to answer; I simply continue to overwhelm her. “As I told you before, I am a reasonable man. Had you gotten my permission to write my story, then we could have worked something out. You have put me in quite the predicament, young lady, and you must pay penance for your sins against me… If I allow you to get away with this theft, it will send the wrong message to my enemies. We can’t have that; now can we?
“Then there is also the fact that you made a boatload of money off my story. You professional, straight-laced types intrigue me. You look so innocent and squeaky clean, when, in reality, you’re the most ruthless ones. At least when someone sees me, they immediately know they are dealing with danger. You come in like you’re so harmless and go straight for the jugular; don’t you, girl? I would respect that about you if your deception hadn’t been aimed in my direction.
“I’m absolutely certain you have gotten the message that you fucked over the wrong guy,” I breathe in deeply and exhale before finishing my statement, “now there is only the question of how I am going to deal with you.”
Katrina
I can hear the squeaks coming from my lips, but it is as if I am standing outside of my body and watching another woman being threatened. He is so close that I can feel his hard cock rubbing against me and I can’t believe how aroused he is at a time like this. It suddenly dawns on me that it is my fear that is turning him on. Why the fuck did I take that diary? I hadn’t seen what he looked like up until now. I’m not a stupid woman and, I can assure you, if I had seen how dangerous he looked before, I never would have crossed him.
He is whispering in my ear, with his hand around my throat, and his body pressed against mine. I can tell he is enjoying this and I know from the stories I read in his diary, for this man, it is all about control.
I listen to his voice and it is almost as if it carries me away to another place.
“I know
I walk back to my office, feeling much like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
It’s almost like I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. You know, like he’s some fire breathing dragon, ready to set his prey ablaze on the next exhalation.
I hear the click of the lock before I turn to see him making his way towards me. There is something very sinister about the sound of that bolt latching.
My instincts force my feet backwards which only serves to put me against the wall and, regrettably, even more at his mercy. He is making his way towards in the same way a predator would stalk his prey. This is not good…
Novak
I approach my little victim. I have purposely backed her up against the wall before I speak to her, “Little bitch.” I place my hand around her throat, squeezing, and watch her eyes fill with fear. I know she is intimidated by my edgy look. The tattoos, the piercings—they are the exact opposite of her professional business persona.
God, she is beautiful. She stands at a good 6’ in heels, or she would if I’d give them back to her. She wears a business suit and her blonde hair is cut in long, curly layers, giving her a wild and untamed, yet classy look. I have plans for this one, I think to myself as visions of burying my hard, pierced cock into her hot, little orifice suddenly invade my mind.
“I rather like the way my hand feels around your throat. I find it remarkably pleasing to know that I can control the very air that your lying, thieving, little lungs can breathe right now. You’re bringing out my sexual deviant side, Katrina, with every offense you commit against me. I’m going to make you pay in ways you never anticipated when you stole from me.
“My interrogation skills are spot on, young lady, and there is nothing you will be successful in hiding from me. I enjoy torturing my victims in my line of work. Does the thought of being subjected to my sadistic nature scare you?” I give her no time to answer; I simply continue to overwhelm her. “As I told you before, I am a reasonable man. Had you gotten my permission to write my story, then we could have worked something out. You have put me in quite the predicament, young lady, and you must pay penance for your sins against me… If I allow you to get away with this theft, it will send the wrong message to my enemies. We can’t have that; now can we?
“Then there is also the fact that you made a boatload of money off my story. You professional, straight-laced types intrigue me. You look so innocent and squeaky clean, when, in reality, you’re the most ruthless ones. At least when someone sees me, they immediately know they are dealing with danger. You come in like you’re so harmless and go straight for the jugular; don’t you, girl? I would respect that about you if your deception hadn’t been aimed in my direction.
“I’m absolutely certain you have gotten the message that you fucked over the wrong guy,” I breathe in deeply and exhale before finishing my statement, “now there is only the question of how I am going to deal with you.”
Katrina
I can hear the squeaks coming from my lips, but it is as if I am standing outside of my body and watching another woman being threatened. He is so close that I can feel his hard cock rubbing against me and I can’t believe how aroused he is at a time like this. It suddenly dawns on me that it is my fear that is turning him on. Why the fuck did I take that diary? I hadn’t seen what he looked like up until now. I’m not a stupid woman and, I can assure you, if I had seen how dangerous he looked before, I never would have crossed him.
He is whispering in my ear, with his hand around my throat, and his body pressed against mine. I can tell he is enjoying this and I know from the stories I read in his diary, for this man, it is all about control.
I listen to his voice and it is almost as if it carries me away to another place.
“I know
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