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Chloe found our purses, but after an hour of looking we never found our clothes. "My memory is all a fog, but I'll bet they're at Mike's, downstairs," I said.
"Of course. That's where they must be. I remember now," Chloe said. We took a couple of extra large T-shirts from Al's bureau, since otherwise we were naked, and then we stole two of his coats. We also helped ourselves to over $2,000 in cash from his wallet. I wanted to cut both of the men, and tie them up to let them bleed out, or cut off their balls, but Chloe stopped me.
I had one victory. I pushed apart Al's legs, and stuck the knife into the bed so that it was sticking straight up. The sharp side of the knife was leaning against Al's balls. Hopefully that would at the least freak him out when he woke up. If I were lucky, he would cut his balls, hopefully badly, when he woke from his drug induced slumber.
We got out of there. It's easy to hail a taxi on Park Avenue; taxis love to cruise there, looking for fares. We each went home and took things we would hate to lose, such as pictures of our loved ones. They could find us in the dead of night if we went back to our apartments. We moved in with Betsy for a few nights before we found new digs.
I wanted to go to the police. After all, we had been tortured and raped. I guess it's the Hoosier in me. Chloe pointed out that it was both dangerous and futile to do so. These were rich men, and they had power beyond our imaginations. It was time to lay low and to lick our wounds.
Speaking of wounds, I removed the bandage and put a proper bandage on my slash. I decided I had to go to the hospital where I worked: I needed stitches. I guessed I need 10 stitches, but in reality I required 14. I wanted to ask one of the doctors there, preferably Dr. Goldsmith, to fix my wound properly.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous10 months agoIt was a very good story. I especially like the st whatnot fetish bit! ^_^
I'm a little dissapointed in the overused happy-end part tho. It's very boring. (And I'm very sadistic.)
Sadly no one writes the kind of endings I like.
But the story itself was very good.
wanderinggipsyalmost 7 years agoFlowing mighty thrillingly...the writing suddenly stumbles on unabashed rapist glorification and protection towards chapter end.!!;))
..the escaped girls...who slyly use date rape drugs on the tormentors to get free....collect all the evidence in the world against the heinous,ruthless rapists...but.....get cold feet to use it against them in the end of chapter 7!! ;))....like better safe than sorry....the girls utterly go under cover...way away from the rapists' clutches..!! ;)) writer keeping scope for tormenting them beyond every conceivable limit in coming chapters?!;))
so much cruel erotic realism without even a tad bit of a breather or fantasy.....could be like a never ending sahara desert without even a single oasis or water body!!;)) Maybe hot..;)) but miserably parched and dry!! ;)) too boring and wearying!! ;))
Or like wearing all black with no color block!! ;)) Gory Gothika!! ;))Twists and turns please..Mister JBEdwards!!;))
this proceeds in too boring a straight line..or DARK line!!;)) throw in some streaks of neons...fluorescents...brilliant yellows...brilliant limes or whatever.....and make DARK more interesting!! ;))
