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Running From The Darkness – (Chapter: 8 The Light In The Dark)
My torture scene:
The old warehouse by the docks will be perfect is my first thought as I load his limp body into my car. Still passed out, I not so carefully chain him to the free hanging chains from the roof. Next, I lock his feet to the floor. He is trapped with no way out.
"Earl. Earl. Earl" Holding the knife I stare at him waiting for him to awake. I don’t have to wait long. "What the…" He realizes he stuck. "Hush Asshole! Pay back is a bitch!" Grinning wickedly, I remove the rest of his clothes. In the corner the wax is heating up. "Have you every had a bikini wax? It’s very painful when you look like you’re wearing clothes after your clothes are gone."
*Ding* "The wax is ready" Walking over to the table, I drag it over to his hairy body. This is going to hurt.
"Ready" He shakes his head no. "To bad" Coating the patch of hair just above his groin, I place the stripe of paper. "1,2,3…30" Ripping it off, he let’s out a loud shrill.
Relentless in my task, I never stop until his body is completely bald and red. "Perfect"
Turning behind me I ask "Who’s next?"
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My light in the darkness approaches us. I’m the only one who sees her. He is to busy unlocking the door to notice. Nancy’s shoes are interesting her at the minute.
She is almost upon us, walking down our driveway carrying a paper in her hand. My heart beat picks up at each step closer she comes to me. Our eyes never wavering from the other. I wonder what she’s gonna do. Please just don’t let him find out that she is my friend. My everything. I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to her. She is the reason my heart beats everyday.
"Excuse me sir." Ashley clears her throat gaining his attention.
Unsure if she notices, but I do. His eyes travel all over her body. He licks his lips like there is a prime rib sitting in front of him begging to be eaten. "Can I help you?" An overly sweet tone comes out.
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Sorry. I tried to make it four whole pages. I guess I fell short. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow
Heartbreaking..I actually suited up and went a full thirty minutes on my heavybag after reading this. People, if that’s what you want to call them, like Earl deserve to feel what they dish out but tenfold. Grrr frustrating.. Keep it up, this story is nuts!
wow i don’t like that spencer promised ash because in her mind she won’t keep it, she’ his…which is so not true but its how she see’s it pms
Run away, Spencer! Run away with Ashley! Forever! PMASAP
Uhg! This is so sad. Damnit Earl! I would write a scene but honestly I don’t care what you do to the guy as long as he suffers like Spencer did. Anyways pms =)
This is my first time commenting on this story which is awesome by the way. I have to say though, that since we’ve found out the guys’ name is Earl all that has been running through my head is a montage of Spencer and Ashley waxing, piercing, etc. him and singing the Dixie Chicks song ‘Earl had to Die!’
So I’m really a happy person, I truly am, but I’ll bring out my dark side for this, lets continue with what you have written shall we :)”oh oh me I’m next” I walk over to the goodies table or torture table which ever way you look at it. “I think I’ll grab the scalpel.” Picking it up with my gloves on of course, wouldn’t like to get the bastards blood on me now would I? Walking slowly over to him and saying ” The scalpel really is a very useful tool if you think about it, its small enough to fit in your hand perfectly…” Stopping in front of him I bring the blade to his face so he can see it, putting pressure on his cheek to leave a very nice cut there. “..but big enough to do some permanent damage.” I say and I continue my work. I reach a little bit to get his forehead so I can write what he is. “Does this feel good, Earl? I mean is has to right?” He cries out a ‘no’ which only fuels the fire. “Cause we haven’t even stated yet.” Smiling at him I move down continuing to cut words out in his chest. ” Not such a big man now are you?” I say as I move back to the table to get the lemon juice and proceed to pour some on his head and chest hearing him cry like a baby. “Are you crying?” I look at him. “What a pussy.” I say as I turn around and look at what i wrote. On his forehead I wrote “OURS” and on his chest I proceeded to write “FOREVER”.Turning around I look and say “Next?”I hope I did ok can’t wait to see what happens next.
Let the torture begin. Ashley is one smart cookie, I’m glad she knows about the abuse. Excellent update. I’m waiting for the next. PMASAP!!!!!!!!
I’m still awsomely happy you listened :D I love your story