The Mouse
06-13-2003, 02:09 PM
It was around noon on that Friday afternoon, when he was sitting at his desk pondering of what the night might have in store for him. He slowly eased back in his chair and realized that he was going to have to get really freaky due to the fact that it is not only Friday, but it is the 13th as well. When he returned home at the end of the day from a hard days work at the office, he flipped on the five o’clock news like usual. “Rapist found with 16 year old girl in possession after 48 hour disappearance... 23 year old man... when he was 15 he raped a 97 year old woman next to the grave of her dead husband.” How erotic he thought to himself, slowly caressing the shaft of his hard **** thinking about the incident and what it must have been like.
He got ready slowly; making sure every detail about him was perfect. Cologne filled the air with an aroma that screamed of passion as he laced up his shoes for that nights date. “Two ladies, you’re going to have your hands full this time, but nothing that you haven’t done before... just play it cool and relax.” He thought to himself over and over again. “Take them into an alley, tie them up, and **** the **** out of them... hear their moans, their cries for help, you know how much you want to taste their blood as it trickles out of their soft skin.” Screaming!!! ****, like nails being hammered into his brain. He could never escape them when he wanted peace.
The razor blades laid in a pool of blood on the bathroom sink as he made sure his eyebrows were plucked and clean. The screaming had stopped with the opening of his flesh, and he was at peace again. He bandaged up his wounds and buttoned up his shirt.
“I am a normal man. I am just like every other man. You are sexy, and those two girls want you. The screaming will not come back and you will be calm and at peace for the rest of the night. You will treat the ladies with respect, love, and pure romance.” After he had recited his thoughts into the mirror, he was ready to go.
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He got ready slowly; making sure every detail about him was perfect. Cologne filled the air with an aroma that screamed of passion as he laced up his shoes for that nights date. “Two ladies, you’re going to have your hands full this time, but nothing that you haven’t done before... just play it cool and relax.” He thought to himself over and over again. “Take them into an alley, tie them up, and **** the **** out of them... hear their moans, their cries for help, you know how much you want to taste their blood as it trickles out of their soft skin.” Screaming!!! ****, like nails being hammered into his brain. He could never escape them when he wanted peace.
The razor blades laid in a pool of blood on the bathroom sink as he made sure his eyebrows were plucked and clean. The screaming had stopped with the opening of his flesh, and he was at peace again. He bandaged up his wounds and buttoned up his shirt.
“I am a normal man. I am just like every other man. You are sexy, and those two girls want you. The screaming will not come back and you will be calm and at peace for the rest of the night. You will treat the ladies with respect, love, and pure romance.” After he had recited his thoughts into the mirror, he was ready to go.
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