thought of being raped. This masturbation led to additional and more frequent mental desire - and the desire led to more repeated masturbation. She learned through interest that developed in her kink that four out of ten women have deep seated rape fantasies. After learning of this statistic, she dismissed her feelings as normal.
At this particular moment, Meghan felt far from normal.
“What are we going to do?” Meghan asked Elena.
“We can’t make a plan. It won’t fuckin’ work. Not in this stupid room. He’ll open the door.” Elena motioned to the door, clearly frustrated. “He’ll see us, and he’ll shut the fucker. Probably come back and make us his new stain on the floor.”
She turned from Meghan and began to walk the perimeter of the room. “So, if you have any ideas, I’ll listen. I think we should just try and jump him when he comes.”
Meghan rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head of the thoughts of Ryan that lingered from her dream. “What time is it.”
“I looked a minute ago, it was like seven. You don’t want the music on do you?” Elena asked.
“No. I want to think. At night, right? Seven at night?” Meghan responded.
“Yeah. Night,” Elena said.
Elena was confident that Shellie would be next. Although Shellie had not actually committed to die next, she was receptive to her family being taken care of should either she or Meghan live through this nightmare. As Elena walked, she began to contemplate the inevitable.
She would not, regardless of circumstances, forfeit her life. Elena had too much pride, too much fight, and too much will to live. If Ryan wanted to kill her, it would be during a fight – a rejection of his will. She filtered her hair through her fingers, and looked at Shellie – still sleeping on the bench.
“How you think this fucker found us?” Elena asked Meghan as she passed by Shellie.
“I don’t know, we talked about it. He’s obviously got something for brunettes,” Meghan said.
“Seriously? That’s your fucking answer? He likes brunettes?” Elena scoffed.
Meghan looked up at the ceiling, rested her elbow on her knee, and placed her hand on her chin. Ryan must have an attraction to them, she thought. If he were attracted, why, she wondered, would he find value in killing them one at a time. She began to wonder if it was an attraction or a form of hatred.
“Why don’t you think he just killed us all at once?” Meghan asked.
Elena chuckled. “What? That didn’t make sense. I’m Mexican, you’re from here. Use your words, Meghan.”
“How come he didn’t just kill us on the street? Or bring us here and kill us? Why didn’t he do that? You think he wants to torture us?” Meghan reasoned.
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Elena stopped and turned to face Meghan. “What you gettin’ at?”
Meghan stood from her seat and slipped her feet back into her sandals. “I’m thinking. Why would a guy pick us all up, bring us here, and then pull us out one at a time to kill us?”
“Because he’s fucking crazy ?” Elena answered with a sarcastic tone.
“Didn’t you see Silence of the Lambs? And that Spider movie. Along Comes a Spider? People kill just because. They cut off your hands and toss you in the street. Just because. Because they’re weird. Because their momma didn’t breast feed them. Or their dad spanked them too late in life,” Elena said, her voice conveying her level of frustration.
Meghan shrugged. “No doubt he’s crazy. I just wonder why.”
“Why?” Elena asked. “You think if you figure it out - tell him what you think - and you’re right, that he’ll let you go? He won’t. He’ll cut your throat for bothering him. He’s fuckin’ crazy .”
Meghan shrugged.
Elena sighed. “I’m getting nervous. So, you really got that money? The money you told Dana you had? For taking care of her family?”
Meghan turned toward the bathroom. “Uh huh.”
Elena scoffed. “Don’t sound too convincing to
At this particular moment, Meghan felt far from normal.
“What are we going to do?” Meghan asked Elena.
“We can’t make a plan. It won’t fuckin’ work. Not in this stupid room. He’ll open the door.” Elena motioned to the door, clearly frustrated. “He’ll see us, and he’ll shut the fucker. Probably come back and make us his new stain on the floor.”
She turned from Meghan and began to walk the perimeter of the room. “So, if you have any ideas, I’ll listen. I think we should just try and jump him when he comes.”
Meghan rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head of the thoughts of Ryan that lingered from her dream. “What time is it.”
“I looked a minute ago, it was like seven. You don’t want the music on do you?” Elena asked.
“No. I want to think. At night, right? Seven at night?” Meghan responded.
“Yeah. Night,” Elena said.
Elena was confident that Shellie would be next. Although Shellie had not actually committed to die next, she was receptive to her family being taken care of should either she or Meghan live through this nightmare. As Elena walked, she began to contemplate the inevitable.
She would not, regardless of circumstances, forfeit her life. Elena had too much pride, too much fight, and too much will to live. If Ryan wanted to kill her, it would be during a fight – a rejection of his will. She filtered her hair through her fingers, and looked at Shellie – still sleeping on the bench.
“How you think this fucker found us?” Elena asked Meghan as she passed by Shellie.
“I don’t know, we talked about it. He’s obviously got something for brunettes,” Meghan said.
“Seriously? That’s your fucking answer? He likes brunettes?” Elena scoffed.
Meghan looked up at the ceiling, rested her elbow on her knee, and placed her hand on her chin. Ryan must have an attraction to them, she thought. If he were attracted, why, she wondered, would he find value in killing them one at a time. She began to wonder if it was an attraction or a form of hatred.
“Why don’t you think he just killed us all at once?” Meghan asked.
Elena chuckled. “What? That didn’t make sense. I’m Mexican, you’re from here. Use your words, Meghan.”
“How come he didn’t just kill us on the street? Or bring us here and kill us? Why didn’t he do that? You think he wants to torture us?” Meghan reasoned.
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Elena stopped and turned to face Meghan. “What you gettin’ at?”
Meghan stood from her seat and slipped her feet back into her sandals. “I’m thinking. Why would a guy pick us all up, bring us here, and then pull us out one at a time to kill us?”
“Because he’s fucking crazy ?” Elena answered with a sarcastic tone.
“Didn’t you see Silence of the Lambs? And that Spider movie. Along Comes a Spider? People kill just because. They cut off your hands and toss you in the street. Just because. Because they’re weird. Because their momma didn’t breast feed them. Or their dad spanked them too late in life,” Elena said, her voice conveying her level of frustration.
Meghan shrugged. “No doubt he’s crazy. I just wonder why.”
“Why?” Elena asked. “You think if you figure it out - tell him what you think - and you’re right, that he’ll let you go? He won’t. He’ll cut your throat for bothering him. He’s fuckin’ crazy .”
Meghan shrugged.
Elena sighed. “I’m getting nervous. So, you really got that money? The money you told Dana you had? For taking care of her family?”
Meghan turned toward the bathroom. “Uh huh.”
Elena scoffed. “Don’t sound too convincing to
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