Author's Note: The role of Kate in this chapter is being portrayed by, Julianne Hough from "Dancing With The Stars," but if that's not who you envision in your head for the role of the character, that's perfectly fine. That's just my vision. Happy reading!

Bitch! Everytime Victor looked in the mirror, he was reminded of Amy, of not only the pain but the hate she'd inflicted upon his good looking face. He wanted to cut her up, slice her into millions of pieces and then scatter them all over his yard, leaving his babies the fun little exploration of finding those tasty morsels, and feasting upon them until there was nothing left of her. Regardless of how much he wanted to hurt her, a bigger part of him still wanted her back, and if it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to prove to her--be it the easy way or the hard way--that they were meant to be together. That she was his and no one else's and that he would be hers, no matter what it took.

He'd stood in front of his bathroom mirror for about five or ten minutes, staring back at his newly reset nose and bruised right eye, contemplating his next move until finally deciding to get out of the house. After changing into a new Gucci suit, he climbed into his Porsche and drove down to the local nightclub to let off some steam. Despite what David, his plastic surgeon and old college buddy had suggested, he would have rather gone out in public without a white cast over his nose, but unfortunetly for him, if he wanted to get his gorgeous nose back, there was no way around it. Sitting at the polished oak bar at the back of the dimly lit Key Club on Sunset Boulevard, Victor started on his second glass of scotch.

Now that the little bitch had taken it upon herself to disappear from both her workplace, college, and home she shared with her mother, he was left to search the whole Goddamn city for her all on his own, and that was exactly what he'd spent the last five days doing. Well, that and getting his nose fixed. While he could have easily broken into her house, threatened her mother for information on her daughter's whereabouts, there didn't seem to be anyone home when he stopped by in the last couple of days. Could she have alerted her mother to the possibility that he was a threat and might coming looking for her? Possibly. He clenched his teeth, his hold tightening around the glass in his hand, wishing more than anything that it was Amy's pretty little neck. Fucking bitch!

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a petite young blonde approach the bar and hop up onto a bar stool about seven or eight feet away from him. The bartender flocked to her, as quick as a bee to honey and asked her what she'd have.

At the moment, he'd be satisfied to get his hands on any pretty little neck he could find. His blood boiled hot like fire, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensing beneath his black suit jacket. He was Goddamn sick and tired of waiting around for Amy, but more than anything, he hadn't had a good kill in almost two weeks. Sure, killing the campus security officer had been fun, but not half as much fun as killing a hot little female would be. It had been a while since he'd gotten knife-happy with a delectable one. One that made the blood rush straight down to his aching cock and gave him a rush of sexual and physical adreneline. The raging beast in him was famished. It was long overdue for feeding time.

"Dirty martini, please. Thank you," the blonde replied. Her throaty but "little girl" sounding voice instantly drew Victor's attention. Fixing his gaze upon her petite but slender body, an errection quickly took form in his pants and his lips curled into a evil grin. Perfect.

His tongue rolled across his upper lip as his eyes roamed over every inch of her creamy skin, from her wavy shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes and luscious pink lips down to the hot little dress she was wearing. It was a delightfully revealing light blue number, which stopped just above her knees. The dress had large fringe-like crinkles on the bottom of it, and a plunging neck line that made him even harder as he caught a glimpse of one of her thoroughly inviting breasts peeking out of it. He pursed his lips, a rush of blood rocketing down to his already aching cock at the prospect of how tight her pussy would be around his length.

The bartender came back with the martini and set it in front of the blonde. She thanked him with a bright white smile. Her thin perfectly manicured fingers closed around the stem, before she raised the glass to her slightly parted lips.

Having forgotten all about his scotch in addition to the many other scantily clad young ladies in the room, he kept his focus entirely on her, sizing her up, inch by inch. She had some nice lean legs, legs that he could picture wrapping tightly around his torso, perfectly sculptured thighs that he could picture himself kissing, licking, groping and so much more.

Lowering her glass to the bar, the blonde turned her head, finally casting her eyes in his general direction. He flashed her a charming grin, despite how Goddamn ridiculous he knew he might look with that cast on his nose or his bruised eye. Her long and shapely brows stitched together in consideration. After a second or two, the corners of his mouth turned up into a soft and somewhat friendly smile before she quickly returned her gaze to her glass.

Friendly? Friendly, my ass, he thought. He wasn't in the mood to make friends. In fact, it was rare if he ever made "friends" with a member of the opposite sex, and if he did, it was merely an act to get what he wanted. He glanced in either direction of the bar. Other than he and the blonde, there were only two other people seated at the bar. A lanky Hispanic woman, with straight long dark brown hair sat at the opposite end where the bar made a bend towards the wall, the end closest to the entrance of the club. She was turned towards the dance floor, her shapely legs crossed, quietly taking sips from her martini glass as she eyed the numerous men and women bumping and grinding against each other on the dance floor. A scruffy young man with a shaved head and gowtee sat a couple stools down from the attractive little blonde, a bottle of beer in front of him, and a glassy look in his eye as he stared in fascination at the various bottles of liquor that sat along the back wall. Wasted prick.

As far as he could tell, neither of them appeared to be with her. Lucky for him. This one was all his.

Exhaling sharply, he turned his attention back to his scotch, tossing his head back and finishing off what was left of it in one large gulp. He set his empty glass back on the bar, tugged at the collar of his red dress shirt and cleared his throat, turning his head back in her direction. The blonde was still gazing into her martini, gently twirling her straw in small circles around the inside of the glass. His eyes narrowed considerably, noticing she appeared to have a slight pout upon her oh-so-kissable lips. Deciding enough was enough, he pushed himself up to his feet, closing the short distance between the two of them and walking over to her.

"Rough night, sweetheart?"

The blonde jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly turned her head to look up at him, though not yet responding to his question.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to 'scare'you."

She smiled sheepishly, waving his words off. "Oh, you don't have to apologize. Really, it's okay. I was kind of lost in my own thoughts anyway, but in response to your question, I'd say that's yet to be decided."

He pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing considerably as he gently nodded his head, wondering what could possibly be troubling this hot little blonde. Boyfriend dump her? Husband divorce her? No, she looked too young to have a husband, but then again, appearances could be decieving. He waved his hand towards the stool beside her. "May I?"

The blonde gently nodded her head. "Sure, go right ahead."

Without hesitation, he dropped down onto the stool beside her and turned himself to face her, offering her his hand and flashing her a charming grin. "Victor."

She took his hand in hers and shook it gently, flashing him a sweet white smile. "Kate."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kate." He gave her hand a soft squeeze and her cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink. His eyes roamed away from her face and down to the tops of her breasts. At this close proximity, they looked ten times more inviting. As he leaned an inch or two closer to her, a sweet fragrance of roses drifted up into his nostrils, intoxicating his senses and sending a fresh rush of blood down to his cock. She smelled good. Like a garden of blooming flowers in the Spring, with just a hint of strawberry.

"It's nice to meet you too, Victor."

"So, you got a lot on your mind, huh?"

Kate went back to twirling her straw, sighing softly. "Yeah, I guess I do. That's kind of the reason why I decided to get out of my apartment tonight. There's far too many..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head.

He cocked a brow in question. "Too many what?"

"Nevermind." She exhaled sharply, "I shouldn't be unloading all my problems on you, especially seeing as how we just met. It's not everyday I can sit back and feel comfortable telling my life story to a total stranger."

"I never said you had to tell me your life story, sweetie pie. I just thought it might be beneficial for you to share whatever little dillema you have with someone who's willing to listen, perhaps even offer you a helpful word of advice. That is, if you're willing to respect my opinion on the situation."

Kate's lips curled into a soft and kind smile, "that might be nice. There aren't too many guys in this world that are actually nice enough to do that."

He chuckled softly, flashing her a cocky smile. "What can I say? I'm a nice guy." Well, for now anyway.

"You seem like one. But contrary to how nice of a guy you seem to be, you look like you've had a pretty rough time yourself lately." His brows arched expectantly. She pointed out his nose cast and his bruised eye, "your face. You look like you just went two rounds with Mike Tyson. What could a 'nice guy' like you possibly have done to deserve that?"

Amy. Fucking bitch! From his jaw down to his shoulders, his muscles went taut. Clenching his teeth, he felt his blood boiling again as the recollection of her attack came back to haunt him. An inferno was blazing in his chest and now, more than ever, he wanted to unleash that anger upon the nearest little bitch he could find. Nothing would make him happier than to wrap his hands around some petite and pretty little neck, to feel it crack under his pressure, to feel the frantic pulsations of their heart under his fingers and watch, in delight, as their eyes rolled up into the back of their heads. Maybe even shove "Mr. Bowie" deep into their flesh. Once, twice, three times, the blade sinking deeper and deeper, slicing into them until there was nothing left behind but a pool of blood.

Noticing the suddenly skeptical look on her face, he forced himself to push his rage down, cast his eyes elsewhere and forcibly cleared his throat. Goddamn it! Get a grip for Christ's sake! You're going to end up scaring the little bitch away if you don't calm the fuck down.

Oh, but he would be more than willingly and delighted to chase after her if she did get away. Better to work up his appetite before he went in for the kill...so to speak. It was a thrill chasing his sweet and spunky little Amy, but he could use a change of victum, if only for one evening. Exhaling sharply, he shrugged off the rage still racing through his veins and met her gaze, attempting to think of a bullshit but realistic response.

"You know what? It's probably none of my business." Kate said. "I was only curious. Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. Forget I said anything."

His brows arched in surprise. Amazing. Just when he thought she would be one of those nosy little bitches that lived vicariously through other people's lives, she had dropped it completely. Well, well, well, some people were just full of surprises, weren't they? A smile started tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Consider it forgotten, sweetheart." Signaling the bartender over, he ordered himself another scotch before turning his attention back to Kate. "Well, since you asked, I got caught trying to defend the honor of a beautiful young lady such as yourself, some random asshole happened to get the wrong impression and as a result, put his Goddamn fist into my face."

Kate smiled sympathetically. "Well that doesn't seem so bad. You were only doing her a favor."

"I guess a little physical contact, even when you have the best intentions, doesn't do a damn bit of good these days, does it?" He nodded at the bartender in regard as the new glass of scotch was set in front of him, and wasted not another minute in raising it to his lips to take a guzzle.

"Not always, but if it means anything to you, I would have been grateful for you stepping in to save me. That is, if I'd been in that girl's place."

He froze, his ears and his brows perking up at those words. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he placed his glass back down on the bar. "You would, huh?"

She nodded gently as the corners of her mouth turned up into a smirk. "Absolutely. I mean, where would the world be without more guys like you? Sometimes the only thing a girl wants is a tall, dark and handsome man to swoop in at the right time and be their knight in shining armor." Her smile faded as she averted her gaze back down to her half-full martini glass.

"Seems like you could use a knight and shining armor yourself." He leaned in a little closer, reaching out and setting his right hand upon the smooth skin of her thigh, speaking seductively into her ear. "Or maybe just a brief but thoroughly satisfying sexual encounter. Interested?" His cock grew harder as he let that same hand slide higher up her thigh and beneath the hem of her dress.

Kate's eyelids fell closed, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Stop," she commanded, her voice no louder than a whisper.

He made no move to do any such thing. In fact, he only let his hand continue higher and higher, inching closer and closer to her crotch, his arrousal and the heat in his pants increasing ten fold at the possibility that this hot little blonde might not be wearing panties. "Oh come on, Kate, wouldn't coming home with me be more appealing than spending the rest of the night here...alone?" The tips of his fingers brushed against a thin and lacy piece of fabric, but before he could get any farther, much less slip his hand inside those panties, she quickly reached down and grabbed a hold of it.

"Is that all you want with me?" Kate demanded, casting a glare in his direction, vexation darkening her eyes. "Sex?" His brows arched expectantly, leaving her to put the Goddamn pieces together. She sighed irritably, shook her head, and tried as she might to pry his hand off of her thigh before setting it firmly back on his own. "Well, thank you for the offer, Victor, but that's not going to happen tonight. Sorry to disappoint you." Turning to reach for her white Louis Vutton purse, she continued shaking her head in disbelief.

The muscles in his jaw clenched as fire rocketed through his veins, rising from the pit of his stomach, up through his chest and into his shoulders. His teeth clenched and his grasp on the glass tightened, but he didn't see a glass in his hand, no. In fact, what he saw was Kate's pretty little unbruised neck. He saw her pale face, the color draining out of it and her eyes bulging out of their sockets, staring at him in horror and gasping for air. All he had to do was get his hands on her precious little throat, then, she'd cower beneath him like a little lost kitten.

"I guess you're not so different from the rest of the guys in this place after all."

Taking in a deep breath to calm his growing temper, his eyes narrowed considerably. "You'd like to think so, wouldn't you, sweetie pie? It's pretty idiotic to make such an assumption when you clearly don't know a damn thing about me." He exhaled sharply, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder before leaning in a few inches closer to her. Instead of uttering a response, she ignored him and continued digging around in her purse for God-knew-what. The little bitch better not be hiding a can of pepper spray in there. If she was and she had plans to pull it out and spray him, well she was going to be in deeper shit than she anticipated. Lowering his tone of voice to the same seductive whisper he'd used before, he continued, "I can very nice, if that's the way you like it. Nice and easy, prolonging that inevitable climax of yours until you can't take another minute of it."

She pulled her matching Louis Vutton wallet out of her purse and shot him a glare. "No!"

He cocked a brow her way, his eyes lighting up with a devilish gleam to match his smile. "So you like it rough then, huh? Oh believe me baby, I'll be more than happy to oblige. I have quite a knack for leaving all my ladies screaming with pleasure, and you won't be any exception. I'm open to almost anything you can possibly imagine. Any ideas?"

Placing a ten dollar bill and a few ones on top of the bar, she snapped her wallet closed and shoved it back into her purse before slinging the strap over her right shoulder and turning towards him, her expression somber. "I've got an idea, how about we pretend this never happened? Look, I'm not trying to be rude. You seem like a pretty harmless guy, but I'm not exactly...available right now. Neither physically or emotionally." She took one large gulp from her martini before hopping off of the stool.

With his rage threatening to boil over and wreak havoc upon her pretty little neck and other parts of her body, he squared his already tense shoulders and sprang up to his feet, wrapping his right arm around her waist and yanking her against his chest by the small of her back, thrusting his errection up against her hip. She gasped, raising her chin and looking up at him, her eyes wide with astonishment. The warmth of her body, the feel of her tender breasts pressing against his chest was enough to burn a hole right through his shirt. That is, if his cock didn't burn a hole through his pants first. He leaned in, pressing his nose against the curve of her neck and deeply inhaling her scent, his cock jerking at how much stronger and sweeter it was at this close proximity. "I think you'll change your mind once you see the size of my dick," he murmured.

Pressing both of her small, perfectly manicured hands against his chest, she squrimed in his grasp, trying futilely to get him off her. "What are you doing? Get off me! I said no!"

He stole a glance over her shoulder, noticing that the wasted kid with the gowtee and the bartender were staring at them. Shooting both of them an icy glare, he sighed irritably and as much as he didn't want to, he let go of the little bitch. "It's only one night, sweetheart. One hot little night of unlimited pleasure. More pleasure than you'll ever experience in a lifetime. Now what's the harm in that?"

"I understand that its only one night, but I said no, and when I say no, I mean no." Kate glanced sadly down at her feet, "in fact, I already have a boyfriend, who I'm sure is probably wondering where I am by now." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nodded up at him in regard. "It was nice meeting you, Victor, but I should really be going now. Bye." Without giving him the chance to reply, she whirled around and strode off in the opposite direction.

His temper snapped like the strings on a guitar, his eyes darkening with maliciousness as he watched her walk away. The firey rage inside him threatened to overwhelm him, wanting desperately to destroy everything and everyone in sight. His heart pounded madly and his muscles--from his jaw down to his toes--clenched furiously. Grasping his glass of scotch tightly in his hand, he tossed back his head and downed what was left of it in one large gulp. He started to stalk after her, but froze mid-step and cursed, remembering he had to pay the Goddamn tab. Reaching under his suit jacket, he pulled out his black leather wallet, quickly slipping out a twenty and tossing it onto the bar, without so much as bothering to wait for his change, let alone calculate a proper tip. Tugging firmly at either sides of his suit jacket, he squared his shoulders and wasted not another second in stalking after the stubborn little bitch.

If it wasn't for that hot little dress she was wearing, he would have some trouble finding her within the crowd, but luckily for him, she hadn't gotten that far across the room, considering she had to squeeze by people just to get to the door. The electronic beats of the music rang in his ears as the rhythm picked up speed, pulsating against the walls of the room. Strobe lights flickered frantically, causing a shaft of white light to flash in front of his eyes every couple seconds, blinding him momentarily but not enough that he couldn't keep track of where the little bitch was going.

Kate seemed to quicken her pace as she neared closer to the exit door, but judging by the way she neglected to glance back in the opposite direction, she didn't seem to notice that she was even being followed.

Good, that would make it that much more sweeter when he finally got his hands on her.

With his fists clenched tightly at his sides, he quickened his pace, shoving past a couple slightly muscular young guys with dark hair, and a curvy brunette in a red leather mini skirt and corset on his way by. The dark haired muscular guys shouted curses at him, but he ignored them and continued on his way. If either of them tried to start any shit with him to keep him from reaching his objective, well, they were going to end up a bloody mess in the nearest alley.

Kate slipped past the bulky black bouncer, through the doorway of the club entrance and disappeared outside into the night. He risked stealing a glance back in the direction he'd come, but only when he reached the doorway. No one appeared to be following him. Everyone seemed far too absorbed in the music and each other to notice anything going on around them.

Smart boys. Keep your Goddamn distance and stay the fuck out of my way.

He shrugged off some of his rage long enough to give the bouncer a calm and cool nod of regard on his way past. The last thing he wanted was for the son of a bitch to come swooping in to save the little bitch before he even carried out his plan of action. The less outside interferences he had to worry about, the better. Stepping out into the cool night air, he fixed his attention back on the departing blonde, who was striding down the sidewalk in the direction of the parking lot.

He fixed his stone cold gaze upon Kate's bare backside, the fire in his blood blazing hotter and hotter with each step he took. There was a small group of people lined up alongside the building still waiting anxiously to get inside the club, but other than that, the sidewalk was pretty vacant for it being near to midnight on a Tuesday night. Noticing a few ladies turn their heads in his direction out of the corner of his eye, he sighed softly, but didn't so much as glance at any of them. Sorry ladies, tonight's not your night. Perhaps another time.

When he reached the end of the building, he stopped, deciding it best to linger for about a minute before entering the lot, just long enough to make sure the coast was clear before going any further, and to get an idea of where she'd parked. The pulse pounding beats of music, although they were partially muffled from where he stood, drifted out of the club's open door and into the night. His lips stretched into an arrogant smirk. How very fortunate for him. The music would be far too loud for anyone to hear her scream. Although the parking lot was half full, there didn't appear to be anyone hanging around, which meant they were probably in the club, still partying the night away until they were so drunk off their asses they would either risk driving home, or call themselves a cab instead of coming back for their cars. That is, if they were solo. If they were with a designated driver, one or two might come back while he made his move on Kate, but at the moment, he appeared to have bought himself some time. Five minutes at least. Ten at most. That should be enough time. He hoped.

A silver BMW near the back of the lot suddenly pulled out of a space, instantly drawing his attention in addition to Kate's. She froze in the middle of the lot, the tires of the BMW shrieking against the asphalt beneath, blowing up a gust of smoke as it peeled out of the parking lot. He gasped, his eyes widening in horror as the vehicle roared forward. It would have taken Kate with it, but much to his astoundment and relief, she jumped out of the way in the knick of time. Good thing too, the obviously wasted son of a bitch behind the wheel would have spoiled all his fun if he'd killed the bitch so soon.

As Kate started to turn her head in his direction, he quickly disappeared around the corner and back into the shadows. He waited about five seconds before taking another peek at her. She'd started walking again, at the same pace as before, and was headed in the direction of both a silver Mercedes Benz and a black hardtop mini cooper. Showtime. Pushing himself away from the side of the building, he strolled quietly towards her, folding his hands over his belly and pressing his fingertips against each other, the leather soles of his dress shoes barely making any noise at all.

His eyes roamed away from her backside to take a peek at her ass, but with the dress covering it, he couldn't see much. Oh, but he would. Before the night was over, he'd make damn sure to see that ass and he'd take great pleasure in spanking it too. Stealing a glance in either direction of the shadowy lot, a ghost of a smile crossed his face. Aside from the cars crawling along Sunset Boulevard, she had picked the perfect time to leave the club. Not a single witness in sight. He wondered which vehicle was hers. The mini coop or the Mercedes. He'd put his bet on the mini cooper. Why would a hot little thing such as herself need anything bigger? Unless of course...she liked things bigger. Maybe the size of a man's cock was what arroused her most. He'd soon find out.

She stopped short about four feet away from the mini cooper. Getting the impression that the little bitch had finally sensed he was following her, he stopped in his tracks as well, no more than five feet away from her. He glared coldly at the back of her head, watching her closely as he reached under his suit jacket for his knife. Just when he anticipated she would turn around and see him, she cast her gaze downward and started digging inside her purse for something. Might be her keys. Then again, it might be a can of pepper spray.

He wouldn't stab her now. No, not here. It was too soon. In fact, he had a better idea. It was only a matter of seconds before she turned to get into her car and saw him standing there. He had to act fast. After taking a quick look around the parking lot--just to be sure the coast was in fact clear--he hurled himself at Kate. She gasped loudly, her purse slipping off her shoulder and spilling out onto the ground. Pressing his left hand firmly over her mouth to keep her from screaming, he shoved her against the mini cooper as a muffled scream escaped her throat, pinning her firmly against the vehicle. She started to wriggle helplessly beneath him and continued to scream against his hand. With an angry growl, he pressed the blade of the knife against her throat.

"Shut up! Shut up, you little bitch!" He shouted softly. "Do you want me to slit your Goddamn throat?"

She froze, her chest rising and falling quickly with each heavy and panicked breath she took. Exuding a soft noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, she shook her head stiffly.

"Then shut the fuck up," he snarled.

Kate fell quiet almost immediately.

Victor turned his head, deeply inhaling her scent as he nuzzled the curve of her neck, his cock growing hard all over again. "Good girl," he murmured against her ear. Slowly pulling the knife away from her throat, he slipped it back into the black leather shoulder holster beneath his jacket. "Now, do exactly as I say and you won't get hurt."

Suddenly, and much to his astonishment, something clamped down hard on the skin of his palm, pain throbbing violently through his hand. The little bitch had bitten him! He cried out in pain and instinctively pulled his hand back. "Ahh! Fucking bitch!"

She started to scream for help, trying to shove him off of her by elbowing him in the stomach. With a furious growl, he quickly thrust the heel of his palm hard against the side of her head to shut her up. She stopped screaming, his hit appearing to have disoriented the bitch just long enough for him to reach under his suit jacket and extract a syringe. A syringe that he had been intending to use on Amy if she showed that evening, but since she hadn't, it would do perfectly for giving this bitch exactly what she deserved. After all, she was about Amy's size. It should take effect just as quickly on Kate as it would her.

He glanced quickly around the lot. Not a soul in sight. Even better, no one was coming to her rescue. It was a damn good thing the music in the club was so loud. The small group of people that had been standing outside the club earlier were probably far too close to getting inside to hear her screams. He chuckled sinisterly as she started to squirm feebly beneath him.

"Get off of me, you jerk! Get off!" Kate cried.

"Shut the fuck up!" He snapped, just before yanking the protective plastic cap off the top of the syringe with his teeth. She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at him and gasped loudly when she caught sight of the little friend he had in his hand. Her struggles to get free suddenly became more frantic as she reached her arms out, grabbing onto the car as if she were trying to pull herself up onto it, but to no avail.

"Help! Somebody, please, hell--!" She screamed.

"You want to scream? Scream at this!" Before she could scream anymore, he shoved the needle into her hip, quickly injected the solution into her body. "Sleep tight, sweetie pie," he cooed into her ear. She gasped, a soft and utterly powerless moan escaping her lips as her head fell back against his shoulder, her body going limp against both the vehicle and him within a matter of seconds.

About ready to pocket the used syringe, pick her up and carry her back to his car, he froze when he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned his head and saw a couple of younger and scruffy looking guys heading in his direction. Great, just what he needed. The son of a bitches were going to ruin a perfectly executed plan before he even got the chance to play with this hot little bitch. Unless...yes, in fact, this would work perfectly to his advantage. Quickly pocketing the syringe in the right pocket of his slacks, he gathered Kate up into his arms and turned towards the two guys nearing closer.

"It sucks dating a chick who can't hold her liquor, doesn't it?" He said, glancing from the two guys to Kate and then back.

Both guys turned their heads to look over in his direction, but they didn't appear as though they intended to stop to chat, let alone pick a fight with him. The taller and dark haired one scoffed, nodded his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, "I hear that. I been there once or twice myself. It's a bitch."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Damn, he was good.

"Yeah, me too." The other guy added. "I'd dump that chick if I were you, dude. Dump her back at her parents or roomates place or something then walk the hell away."

Oh he was going to dump her somewhere all right, but it wasn't going to be back at her place. No, he had bigger plans in mind. "I'm way ahead of you, kid." Turning on his heels, he started heading in the direction of his car, coincidentially the same direction that they appeared to be heading to theirs. "As a matter of fact, when this chick finally wakes up, I intend to put her out of her misery. I think it's high time she learn to appreciate a damn good shot of Tequila, wouldn't you say?"

Both guys laughed lightly and nodded their heads in agreement. "Definitely."

His lips stretched into a smug smile. The little bastards were eating up his every word. If only they knew just how much misery he intended to put Kate through. He was going to have a hell of a time with her tonight, and he was going to enjoy every single second of it.

"Yeah, good luck with that man." The dark haired guy added, waving his hand in regard to the unconscious girl in his arms.

"Thank you." He gave them one last nod of regard as he passed in front of them, stepping towards his Porsche, which was parked five cars down from the front of the building, on the opposite side of the lot. Walking around to the passenger's side of the car, he cursed softly to himself, realizing that he wouldn't be able to both unlock and get the door open with Kate still in his arms. Glancing over his shoulder, he called out to the two guys. "Hey! Would you gentlemen mind giving me a hand here?"

Both guys stopped, exchanged a glance and then nodded their heads in approval before coming to his aide.

"Sure." The shorter one said.

"Yeah, no problem." The dark haired one added, blinking back his astonishment as he approached the vehicle. "Whoa! Hot car man! Is it yours?"

"Why thank you, and yes, as a matter of fact, it is." Victor chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up as a cocky smile spread across his face. Since the dark haired one appeared to be the stronger one of the two, he handed Kate over to him. "Hold her for me, would ya buddy?"

The guy gathered her up into his arms without hesitation. "Yeah, sure. Oh and by the way, the name's Jason."

Without so much as glancing over in the other guy's direction, let alone acknowledge that he had spoken, he reached under his suit jacket and fished out his car keys. He didn't give two shits what his name was. All he asked for was his help in getting Kate into his car, nothing more, nothing less. This was anything but a social call. It was business, plain and simple. Well, business mixed with pleasure. Pressing his thumb against the lock button on his key ring, he watched as the head lights flashed on, then off before reaching out and opening the passenger's side door.

The other guy's focus was directed entirely at the vehicle. He shook his head in disbelief, a smirk crossing his partially flushed and slender face. "This is one sweet ride, dude. What do you do for a living?" He reached out a hand to touch the trunk of the car, but Victor stepped up and swatted his hand away before he could touch it.

"Ah, ah! Hands off kid. You want to look, go right ahead, but the only one who gets to touch this sweet little ride is me."

The guy held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, chill out dude, I wasn't going to leave a mark. I was just curious."

Ignoring his response, he turned towards the dark haired guy, took Kate's limp body back into his arms, and gently set her down into the passenger's seat. Pulling up the lever along the side, he lowered the seat about half a foot--if only to prevent the little bitch's body from sliding down the seat as he drove--before shutting the door and turning back to the two guys before him. "I'm a porn director. As a matter of fact, I happen to run my own company not too far from here."

Both guys exchanged looks of astonishment.

"A porn director? No shit! That's fucking cool." Jason said.

"I guess that explains the sweet ride then." His friend added.

"It certainly does." Victor nodded, his lips stretching into a smug smile as he walked around to the opposite side of the car. "Look, I'd love to stay and chat gentlemen, but if you'll excuse me, I have a certain unconscious and hot little blonde I need to attend to."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah man, go right ahead." Jason exchanged another look with his friend before both guys turned to walk away. "Hey, have a good one."

"You too," he said. He turned to open the door, but stopped short as a memory flashed in his head. His brows furrowed considerably as he turned to look over at the black mini cooper across the lot. The one he had had Kate up against only moments ago. His gaze instantly fell upon the purse on the ground, it's contents still scattered across the asphalt. With a clear of his throat, he squared his shoulders and strode towards the purse. Squating down, he gathered up the objects that lay before him. Among them, a tube of lipstick, a black round compact, a tube of mascara, eyeliner, a red Motorola razor cell phone, and her matching Louis Vutton wallet.

Rising to his full height, his gaze shifted in either direction of the lot as he strode back towards his car. He opened the door a moment later, slipping behind the wheel and placing Kate's purse behind his seat. Looking across the car at the unconscious girl slumped against the seat, a sinister chuckle escaped his lips. Reaching across the passenger's side seat, he tugged on the seat belt and buckled her in. As much as she deserved a world of pain after she rejected him, he couldn't allow the little bitch to be tossed around on his way home, could he? Besides, it would be ten times more fun for him if she was conscious to actually experience that inevitable pain.

Another soft chuckle escaped his lips as he turned the key into the ignition, the Porsche instantly roaring to life. Some people were so Goddamn naive, but that's what made it so fun to manipulate them. Tugging on his own seatbelt, he buckled himself in before pulling out of the parking lot and onto Sunset Boulevard. Turning right, he headed in the direction of his house. After about two blocks, he came to a stand still as the traffic along the boulevard piled up. He exhaled sharply as he sat back in his seat, his impatience to get Kate home wearing thiner and thiner by the second. Worrying that the little bitch would wake before he got her home wasn't too much of a concern for him. That little sedative he gave her coupled with the alcohol she'd had and her petite size should knock her out for quite a while. It should buy him at least a couple hours.

His cell phone started ringing, the Mission Impossible theme giving him clear indication that it was, who else, but James calling him. If it were Amy, it would be Depeche Mode's tune, "Master and Servant." Reaching under his suit jacket, he fished out his celluar and flipped it open. "James, what's up buddy?"

"Not a bloody thing. Just went out to pick up a bottle of Jack, thought I might give you a ring when I got in. Any luck finding the spunky little bird?"

He sighed irritably, stealing a glance over at Kate. "No. You?"

"Afraid not. Sorry mate. I've been hacking into the DMV, but I can't seem to find a sodding thing. It looks as though she hasn't bothered dropping by to change her address, nor that Courtney bird you were telling me about."

"Ah, yes, Courtney..." His lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Did you happen to get an address for the little bitch?"

"Oh come now, Vic, you know me. I always do my homework."

"Excellent. You can give it to me tomorrow night. We'll meet at Melrose, first round of drinks are on me."

"Why not tonight? The evening's still young. I can be there in ten minutes."

He exhaled sharply, looking over at the slumbering girl. "Tonight's no good for me. I've got much bigger plans on this evening's agenda."

"S'that right? Big plans, eh?"

He pressed his foot to the gas pedal as the traffic before him started to move up. "You bet your ass."

"Would these plans happen to involve a certain...bird of some sort?"

"As a matter of fact, they do. I might not be able to find my sweet and spunky little Amy as of yet, but I have no qualms about taking my anger out on the next random slut that comes along. The unfortunate little slut is resting peacefully beside me as we speak."

"Blimey! You're out for blood tonight, aren't you mate? Yes, I do believe you are. I can already hear the mischief in your voice."

He chuckled softly. "You know me too well, buddy."

"So..."

His brows drew together inquisitively. "So...what?"

"Can I come along?"

"What?"

"On your murderous expedition for the evening. Do you mind if I come along?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well I've got nothing better to do round here, and besides, I could use a bit of excitement for one night."

As the traffic in front of him dispersed, he pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal and sped down the road towards the neighborhoods of Beverly Hills. "You want excitement? Here's an idea. Why don't you pay that bitch Courtney a visit yourself, kidnap her, drag her back to your place, and have a little fun of your own?"

James chuckled. "Without you? Perish the thought. I'd wager you'd want be here to witness the downfall of that one. Hang on! I've got an idea!"

"And what might that be?"

"Forget the bird you've got there. Let's go after Courtney, together, tonight! The stupid cunt must know where our sweet little Amy--"

He blinked, his foot nearly slamming down on the break pedal. The muscles in his jaw clenched as his voice fell to a dangerous tone. "Our sweet little Amy?"

"Your sweet little Amy, is hiding. Look, she's her best mate for crying out loud. We'll break down the door, drag her out by her hair, throw her into the back of your car and take her back to your place for a bit of torcherous fun. Now what do you think of that?"

He sighed wearily, a scowl crossing his face. "I'd love to, James, really, I would, but there's one very big problem with that little idea of yours."

"Problem? What problem?"

"We aren't prepared for a break-in."

"What? Oh come on, you've got the gadgets, you know--"

"I have the gadgets, yes, but until we learn the ins and outs of that bitch's house, we both run the risk of spending the evening engaged in a high speed chase with the fucking cops. I'm not in the mood for that kind of bullshit right now. I'm not going to walk into that Goddamn house with blinders on and I know damn well you're not that stupid either."

James sighed sadly. "You're right, I'm not, but it would still be wise to go after her. If anyone can lead us to Amy, it's her bloody girlfriend. So if we can't break into her house tonight, what do you suggest we do then?"

"We aren't going to do anything, not yet. I'm going to take this little slut back to my place, tie her up, have some fun with her of the B-D-S-M variety and then I'm going to finish her off. The way I intend to finish off Courtney, and if she doesn't shape up..." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head in disbelief, "my sweet little Amy too."

"Without me? Aww, come on Vic, we do everything together. Can't I at least come over and watch?"

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, sighing in frustration as the needle on the speedometer reached the seventy mark. Just a couple more miles and he'd be home. "I don't need an audience," he sneered. Shrugging off his rage, he took in a deep calming breath and refocused his attention on the conversation at hand. "Look, the next time I get some random slut in my house that I intend to rip apart with my bare hands, I might consider inviting you over to join in on the fun, but not tonight."

"What's so special about this bird? Why do you want her all to yourself when we can have so much more fun with her together?"

"It's all psychological, James. Plain and simple."

"Care to elaborate a bit further?"

Victor rolled his eyes dramatically. "There's a Goddamn beast raging inside me and it needs to feed. After the attack that fucking bitch paid me, I've been dying to wreak havoc upon the next stubborn little bitch I can find, and if I don't, I'm going to tear this fucking town apart looking for her. There only one thing that's going to hold me off for the next few days...one, good, kill."

James sighed deeply. "All right, fine then, I'll neglect from coming over and leave you to your...'feeding.' I suppose I'll just open up a bottle of Jack and have a look at this evening's slides. I got some particularly lovely and ball-busting shots of Denise this afternoon. Maybe I'll whack off to a couple of them before I turn in to sleep."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. He could hear the bitterness and desperation in his best friend's voice, and he knew without a doubt that he would much rather be on a "mission" tonight rather than staying at home, jerking himself off and getting wasted off Jack Daniels. Suddenly, a lightbulb turned on in his head. "Actually, I've got a better idea."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'm all ears."

"If it's excitement you want, why don't you make yourself useful by doing me a favor?" Victor said, turning right and driving up a steep slope, taking the long and winding roads that followed towards his estate.

"That depends. Would this favor happen to involve harming a certain bird for information?"

"Not exactly. I want you to break into Amy's house, the house she used to share with her mother. You shouldn't have any trouble finding it. It's the same address that's listed in the DMV database."

"Break in? What for? I haven't got the--"

"You've got the tools, James. Don't pretend like you don't. I'm not the only one. I wouldn't bother sending you on this little mission if you didn't."

"I probably had them at one point, but I don't have the slightest idea where they've gone to now."

He sighed irritably. "Christ James! Try looking the fuck around! Your apartment isn't that much of a Goddamn disaster that you can easily lose track of shit. Look in your desk, look in your drawers, look in your fucking closet." Exhaling sharply, he shook his head in disbelief. "You know what? Forget the whole thing. I'll do it myself."

There was a brief moment of silence on James' end. He heard a clink, a clatter, a rustle of papers then another clatter, as if the other man were rummaging through something. "Hang on, hang on! I think I've found them."

"You think you've found them?"

"No, no! I did! Yes, aha! I've got them now!"

"Good. Now listen up." Victor said. "I want you to break into Amy's house. The last time I checked, no one was home. I'm well aware that that can all change without a moment's notice and her mother could come home, but it couldn't hurt to try. I want you to search the house, her bedroom in particular, look for anything that might be of interest to me, any clues that she might have been stupid enough to leave behind to point us in the right direction of where she might be hiding."

"Would you like me to tear the place apart?"

"Whatever the hell it takes." He turned left onto his street and drove up the road towards his tall black iron gate, which lead up to his property. His cock twitched in anticipation of the events that were still to come of that night. He stole a glance over at Kate and smiled smugly to himself. To his delight, she was still sleeping as peacefully as she had been before. "Hell, the little bitch deserves it. Destroy it to your heart's content."

"After what that bloody cunt did to me, after what she did to you, I'd piss on her sodding carpet if I wasn't such a gentlemen. I'm sure I'll come up with something nasty. Is that all?"

"Check the fridge, maybe there's a note on it. Shit, why not search her mother's room too. For all we know, she could have written down Amy's new address and number and stashed it somewhere."

"You're quite right. She probably has. I'll take a look-see round the bedroom, see what I can find. Both bedrooms. Anything else you'd like me to do?"

"No, that's it." He pulled the Porsche up in front of his gate, opened up the console box between the seats, and fished out the small handheld remote to open it. "I'd bring your gun if I were you. You might need it."

"Right. You can never be too careful. You must know though that I don't intend on shooting anybody, unless I absolutely have to. You're not about to have me kill her mother, are you?"

He rolled his eyes at James' words. The gate swung inward to the left and he wasted no time in driving through, entering his extensive property, closing the gate, and driving up the broad and lofty slope towards his house at the end of the lot. "Unless she comes home early and poses a problem, no, I don't intend to have you kill the woman, but on the contrary, if my sweet little Amy shows up herself, well..."

"I've got you covered, mate. If she shows up, I'll threaten her with my gun, toss her into the back of my Mercedes, and hand deliver her directly to you."

A wicked grin curled his lips. "Good boy."

"You call a dog a 'good boy,' not your best mate."

"I'll call you whatever I damn well please." He exhaled sharply. "Lighten up James! Your bitterness is giving me a migraine. Look, just do your job, get whatever Goddamn errands you need to run that prevents you from working tomorrow done, and report back to me tomorrow night. Melrose, ten o' clock. Got it?"

There was a pause on James' end and then a deep and somewhat irritable sigh. "Yes, I've got it."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to teach a certain stubborn little blonde a lesson."

"Off you go then. Honestly, don't let me keep you."

"Later buddy." He snapped his celluar shut, slipped it back under his coat and returned his hand to the wheel with the other one. Just as they did every night he came home, the automated security lights came on the moment he pulled up into the courtyard, the solar lamp posts that sat on either sides of the narrow front walkway and porch blinking on, as well as those that illuminated his marble double which stood high upon a pedestal in the center of the yard.

After pressing a button above his head to open the two-car garage, he drove inside, parked the Porsche to the right of his black Ford F-150 and shut off the engine. He lifted his hand to the same button, prepared to shut the door but froze when he noticed his babies padding towards the car in the rearview mirror. Sighing softly, he stole a glance over at Kate before turning to exit the vehicle. As soon as he stepped out and onto the cement floor, his four rottweilers came forward, instantly dropping their noses to sniff at his knees and feet. They started pushing past one another, each one vying for his attention.

"Hello boys." He said, the corners of his mouth turning upward in an arrogant smirk. "Daddy's home."

It wasn't too often that he allowed them to enter the garage, much less his house, unless of course there was trouble and he needed them to detain some random bitch until he could get his hands on her. They wouldn't need to be told twice. He knew damn well they'd be there for him--much like James was--and they would get the job done without hesitation. Knelting down to their level, he reached out to greet them. "Hello Kruger," he said, petting the dog to his right on the top of its head. "How's my vicious boy? Huh? Are you my vicious boy?" He chuckled softly to himself, speaking to him the way he spoke to the others, in a low but commanding tone of voice.

Kruger took a step closer, raising his chin to nuzzle his nose into Victor's hand and then licking it affectionately in response. After scratching the dog under its chin and behind its ears, he turned his attention to the one beside it.

"Hello Lucifer. How's daddy little spawn of Satan tonight? Huh?" He grinned wickedly, scratching him under his chin before rubbing his fingers, and dragging his nails lightly over its head. The dog raised its chin a little higher to lick Victor's face.

Noticing the other two come closer out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head and reached a hand out to pet them. The larger one rolled over onto its back, exposing its dark and wide belly to him. He chuckled in amusement. "Why hello Ripper." He reached his hand out, rubbing its belly lovingly. "How are those teeth lookin'?" He cocked his head as Ripper licked his chops and began panting excitedly, baring those white and deadly sharp teeth to him. His lips curled into a grin. "Very nice."

"Manson," he said, turning to give the last dog his share of attention as he began nuzzling his nose into his shoulder, "how's my evil little baby?" He rose to his feet a moment later, folding his hands over his belly and looking down at his babies. "I've got a certain special surprise prepared for you boys tonight. I hope you're hungry."

All four dogs licked their chops, clearly anticipating what their surprise treat would be. They lifted their chins, sniffing the air before glancing in the direction of his Porsche, licking their chops once again. They smelled fresh meat, they smelled Kate.

He smiled smugly. "You'll get it later, I promise you boys, but for now, daddy has some personal business to take care of." He waved them off in the opposite direction, "crib!"

All four dogs stiffened to attention before turning to scamper off in the opposite direction and out of the garage. Slipping back inside his Porsche, he pressed the button above his head, shutting the garage door and then exiting the vehicle, striding over to the passenger's side. Once he opened the door, he reached across Kate to grab her purse from behind his seat. After slinging it over his right elbow, he unbuckled the seatbelt and gathered her up into his arms, shutting the door with his hip before heading towards the door in the far left hand corner of the garage. By the sound of her deep and relaxed breathing, the hot little bitch was still sleeping like a baby, but if his calculations were correct, she wouldn't stay that way for much longer. While he hadn't had a chance to glance at the clock, it was likely that he had wasted away an hour sitting in traffic, talking to James, and getting home.

He struggled for a few seconds to get the door open with her still in his arms. If he dropped the stubborn little bitch on her ass, so be it. Once he got the door at least a couple inches out of its jam, he kicked it the rest of the way open with the heel of his shoe, passed through the dark laundry room and did the same with the adjoining door. The first floor of his house was shrouded in shadows, the light of the moonlight in the clear night sky glowing softly against the sliding glass doors in his spacious living room.

While he could have used the living room as his place of torment, it wasn't as appropriate as other places in his house would be. He wasn't in the mood to clean up after his own mess, and there wasn't a chance in hell he would let his maid be the one to find and question why there were blood stains on his cherry floorboards. Besides, what fun would it be if his babies were staring in at him while he was pounding away on the little bitch? It would be awkward, to say the least. Passing through the living room and the foyer, he climbed the stairs up to the second floor. He turned left, continuing down the broad hallway and stopping at the door to the guest bedroom. The former bedroom of his little Amy.

Corrupt the fucking bedroom.

That would be the appropriate thing to do. When she finally came to her senses and moved back in with him, she would be back, in that bedroom, without a clue as to what he had done to this random bitch he'd picked up this evening, much less how brutal he had been with her. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. Maybe her unsuspecting mind would play tricks on her, when she was trying to fall asleep at night. Better yet, maybe his brutality on Kate would give Amy nightmares, driving her to complete insanity that she had no other option but to be near him at night. With the strength in his arms faltering, he quickly grabbed a hold of the door knob and manuevered his way inside the dark room.

Using the light from the one single paned window to navigate him, he gently laid Kate's frail body down on the comfy queen-sized bed. If it wasn't for the soft glow of the shimmering city lights off in the distance and the light of the moon, the room would be completely devoid of any light whatsoever. Slipping the purse off of his now aching arm, he set it on top of the cherry wood nightstand to his right and turned on the pink shaded and black brass lamp. Kate was even more beautiful in the warm glow of the light than she was back in the dimly lit club. The way her soft blonde tresses fell delicately upon her small shoulders to frame her face, the smooth and creamy skin of her short but shapely legs, and those sensuous breasts peeking out at him from beneath her sexy little dress, sent a fresh rush of blood rocketing straight down to his cock.

Shrugging off his suit jacket, he crossed towards the black velvet arm chair in the far left hand corner of the room, draping it over one of the arms. After kicking off his shoes, he turned himself to face Kate and began unbuttoning his shirt, his already hard cock jerking in anticipation of how damn good her naked body would feel under and against his. Once he unfastened the last button, he slipped the shirt off, folded it in half and laid it on top of his suit jacket. His pants came next. Tugging the clasp free, he yanked the zipper down before letting them fall to his ankles, making a mental note to properly dispose of the used syringe before sending them off to the dry cleaners. Stepping out of them, he bent down to pick them up before laying them down on top of his other clothes.

In nothing but his socks and black Dolce & Gabbana underwear, he stepped towards the foot of the bed, staring down at Kate for a few long seconds before reaching down and slipping her silver heels off of her feet, revealing her dainty little feet. After tossing the heels to the floor on the right side of the bed, he grabbed a hold of both of her ankles and yanked her legs apart, spreading them as wide as possible. On his hands and knees, he crawled up the bed towards her. The soft fabric of her dress caressed his thighs as he pulled himself forward. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against her own, kissing her deeply, moaning softly at the soft and luscious feel of her warm lips upon his. Pulling his lips away from hers a couple seconds later, he left a trail of kisses from the curve of her neck to her left shoulder, sucking and licking the skin on his way down, wanting to taste every inch of that hot little body of hers while he could.

As arroused as he got by the moans of a hot young girl when he tasted them, he would have to settle for silence, at least for now. It would be much easier to taste her now. If he waited for the bitch to wake up and start struggling against him, his efforts would be in vain. Not only that, but he might get a little knife happy too soon. Better to prolong his time with this one.

When he reached her shoulder, he slipped his fingers beneath the strap of her dress, yanking it downward before turning his attention to her opposite shoulder. He pressed a few firm kisses to it, sliding his tongue over the skin before yanking the other strap of her dress down. Lifting his head from her shoulder, he fixed his gaze upon the tops of her breasts, nuzzling his nose between the curves of those sensuous delights. With one swift and simultaneous yank of the straps, her small but creamy delights popped free. Pulling his head back, he took a moment to admire their beauty. They were like two creamy little cupcakes, small, round and tender to the touch, her rosy nipples much like two strawberry filled centers. While the hot little bitch could certainly benefit from going up a cup size or two, he wasn't about to complain. In fact, he wasn't about to waste another minute.

Diving right in, he took her left tit between his teeth, nibbling on it for a few seconds and then sucking it as his opposite hand squeezed and explored the other little cupcake. Feeling the nipple suddenly go taut in his mouth, he felt his cock jerk, straining against the tight cotton of his underwear. With his heart pounding frantically in panic, he quickly raised his head, sensing that the little bitch had finally woken up once she felt his mouth against her tit. Fortunetly for him, she was still unconscious. Staring down at her now erect nipples, he chuckled softly to himself. It must have been her subconsciousness reaching out, yearning for the touch of a man, for the touch of him. Her tender cupcakes almost reminded him of Amy's, though if she had willingly come back to him, he'd make damn sure that those cupcakes swelled to an even bigger size. That is, once he manipulated her to believe she wasn't as perfect as she could be. For him.

Stealing a glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand, he noticed that it was almost two in the morning. Exhaling sharply, he went back to the task at hand, dipping his chin to flick his tongue over her left nipple, letting it encircle the hard bud before sucking it into his mouth once again. As his fingers tugged both straps down the length of her arms and the dress down her body, he continued his descent towards her most erotic folds of all, leaving a trail of kisses and licks from the curves of her breasts down to her belly button. Sitting back on his haunches, he yanked the dress the rest of the way down, over her hips and thighs and off of her body. With his gaze fixed upon her light blue lace panties, he tossed the dress to the floor. His tongue slid across his top lip before his lips curled back into a grin. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he fisted the fabric in both of his hands before violently yanking them downward. After a soft tear and a rip, they were off. The grin on his face grew wider as he laid his eyes upon--much to his delight--her waxed and rosy vagina.

"Nice." Even as he leaned in to attack and slay her precious folds with his tongue, he could feel the heat in his underwear increase ten fold. He moaned softly against her labia, savoring her sweet and peachy taste, assaulting it with his tongue, letting it slide up and down for a minute or two before finally sitting back on his haunches and licking the taste of her from his lips. There was no reaction out of her, except her still erect nipples. He hadn't anticipated there to be one, but every now and then, women had the tendency to surprise you, sometimes in the most delightful ways.

Time to check out that ass. Grabbing a hold of her knees, he flipped her over until she was lying flat on her stomach. The grin returned to his face as laid eyes upon her small but perfectly sculpted and scrumptulous little ass. His tongue rolled across his upper lip once more before he grabbed both of her tender and round cheeks in his hands, squeezing, massaging and caressing them with his firm fingers. Not being able to resist the temptation or the impulse, he leaned in, nipping each ass cheek with his teeth and sliding his tongue against each one. Pulling his mouth away, he sat back and gave her ass a hard smack. The sound echoed through the room. His hand connected with her ass once more, giving her another spank, much harder and louder than before. Then another. And another. After that fourth spank, he grew bored.

This wasn't as much fun as it would be if she were screaming, begging him to stop, maybe creaming herself beneath his cock. The surface of her ass had turned red from the assault. She would more than likely be feeling that later when she awoke, which succeeded in putting a smile back on his face. Deciding it was time to carry out his torment upon her, he grabbed both of her knees and flipped her over until she was lying on her back once again.

He stared at her stark naked body for a few long seconds, sighed softly and then climbed off the bed. Turning on his heels, he took steps towards the door then froze. Whirling back around, he strode towards the arm chair to retrieve the knife from his suit jacket. He would only be out of the room for a few minutes, but he wasn't about to take any chances by leaving his knife behind. If the bitch woke up unexpectedly, she might be sneaky enough to confiscate it to use against him later, and well, he couldn't have that now, could he? Slipping out of the room, he left the door open a jar before padding down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he walked over to turn on the red shaped lamp on his nightstand before crossing towards his chest of drawers in the far corner of the room.

Opening the top drawer, he slipped his hand beneath the numerous rows of socks, feeling around for a few seconds until his fingers brushed over metal and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. His lips stretched into a smug smile before he shoved his hand back under the socks, feeling around for a few seconds longer until he found the second set of cuffs. With both sets of handcuffs in his hand, he shut the drawer and crossed towards the bathroom. After retrieving a smelling salt from the tiny ziplock bag in the drawer beneath his sink, he headed back down the hall to the guest bedroom. When he stepped inside, he wasn't surprised to find Kate in the same state she'd been in before. He set his knife down on the nightstand along with the green colored smelling salt. Turning to face Kate, he grabbed a hold of her left wrist, snapping one of the cuffs around it and the other end around one of the black brass bars on the headboard.

Walking around to the opposite side of the bed, he did the same with the other set of cuffs, snapping one end to her right wrist and the other to the headboard. Her arms were now spread wide at either sides of her body, her hands hanging limply from the cuffs and her head lolling forward against her chest. He contemplated putting a couple more pillows under her head to elevate it so she'd be more comfortable, but dismissed the thought just as soon as it entered his mind.

Let the little bitch suffer. She deserves it. Now that he had her tied up, he contemplated whether or not to wake her up or wait a little while longer. Ah what the hell! God knows he'd already waited long enough as it was. Grabbing the smelling salt from the nightstand, he sat down next to her, taking the green capsule between his fingers and breaking it under her nose. "Time to wake up, sweetheart."

A weak and utterly powerless moan rose up in Kate's throat as her head fell against her right shoulder.

"Come on..." He waved one of the broken pieces under her nose, causing her to flinch and abruptly turn her head in the opposite direction, almost as if she had just been stung in the face. Another moan left her throat, stronger than the first. With a sharp inhalation, she quickly raised her chin and met his gaze, her eyes instantly widening in horror. "Hello Kate. Sleep well?"

Kate blinked a couple times. "What...? Who...? Where am I?" Her eyes darted frantically around the room, gasping loudly when she looked down the length of her body. "Where are my clothes? What did you do to me?"

His brows furrowed considerably. "You mean you don't remember?" He chuckled softly. "I suppose that blow to your head and my clever little sedative did quite a number on you, huh sweetheart?"

"Blow? Sedative?" She stared dumbfoundedly at him, tried to move her hands, but quickly discovered that wasn't an option. "Hey!" She cried, tugging futilely at her cuffs, the metal making shrill clinking and clanging noises against the brass bars. "Hey! Let me go!"

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he watched her struggles continue. "Not a chance in hell."

After another minute, she gave in and laid still, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each heavy breath she took. Gazing down at her heaving breasts, he felt a fresh rush of blood shoot straight down to his cock and he licked his lips. She dropped her chin towards her chest, her face seeming to pale as she did so. Pursing her lips, she gulped, her chin jutting out suddenly as if she were going to puke. "I'm gonna..." She began. Instinctively, he reached out, grabbing a hold of the black plastic trash can from beside the nightstand and thrusting it in front of her face, just in time for her to vomit into it.

Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he shook his head in disbelief. "You know, a petite little thing such as yourself should really learn how to hold her liquor."

After a couple coughs and sputters, Kate's head fell back against the pillow beneath her head. Staring up at the ceiling, she exhaled a weary sigh.

"Finished?"

She lifted her head slightly to glare down at him. "What do you want?"

His brows arched expectantly. "What do I want?" He laughed lightly, setting the trash can back on the floor. "Sweetheart, please, it doesn't take a rocket scientist or even a Goddamn psychic to figure out what I want. You want an answer, try looking the hell around. Look at me, look at yourself. There's one very obvious thing that we both have in common at the moment." Pushing himself up to his feet, he stepped towards the foot of the bed, placing his hands firmly on his hips and cocking a challenging brow down at her.

Kate stared up at him, her brows drawing together incriminatingly, slowly shaking her head from side to side. "Is that why you brought me here? Is that why you handcuffed me to your bed? To force me to have sex with you?"

"You're catch on quick, Kate. Now," he cast his eyes down to his rock hard cock, "see if you can guess where I plan to stick this ten inch dick of mine." A wicked smile curled his lips. "After all, there are only two options."

Her eyes fixed upon the huge bulge in his underwear, her jaw going slack and her eyes widening in astonishment. With another shake of her head, she brought her eyes back to his face, gazing somberly at him. "I'm not having sex with you. I told you that."

"Yeah, see, I figured that. You made that quite obvious back at the club, remember? When you rudely turned and walked away from me? Which is why it must to come to this." Without hesitation, he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and dropped them to his ankles, finally freeing his thick and stone-like shaft, which stood tall and proud, ready for action. Dropping down to his knees at the foot of the bed, he slowly crawled towards her. "I think you'll come to find, my dear, that when someone says 'no' to Victor Bane...it always comes with a price."

She gasped, instinctively pressing both of her legs together and beginning to tug at the cuffs again. His eyes narrowed incriminatingly as he neared closer to her, his blood boiling hot with on coming rage. Firmly grabbing a hold of both of her calves, he forced them apart with little struggle, much to Kate's astoundment.

"No!" Kate started to wriggle, tossing her hips from one side of the bed to the other, but he held tightly to her calves, digging his fingernails deep and painfully into her legs. "Ow! Let go you jerk! You're hurting me!"

"I'll do far worse than this once I'm finished with you!" He snarled. Forcing her legs back down against the bed, he straddled her, placing his legs on either sides of her body and immobolizing her by pressing his knees firmly against her hips.

"No! No! Please!" She cried out, her soft facial features constricting in pain as she arched her back towards the ceiling, kicking her feet into the air in a weak attempt to get her legs free. "Get off of me!"

Placing his hands against the hot pink and black checkered down comforter beneath them, he slammed his cock inside her, filling her completely in one quick thrust. "Jesus Christ!" He groaned loudly through his clenched teeth. She was so fucking tight! The warmth of her folds felt like an surge of electricity right through his cock, her walls gripping him like a vice, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

Kate threw her head back with the sudden force, gasping loudly before exuding a shrill and tortured cry of pleasure, or pain, he wasn't sure which, but more than likely, it was both.

"Now lie still like a good little girl and come for daddy."

"No!" She shouted, her rosy and erect tits heaving up and down with each heavy breath that entered and left her fragile little body. Despite the hold he had on her, she still insisted on struggling, tugging at her handcuffs, wriggling from side to side, trying to lift her hips in the air to get him off of her. It should have pissed him off, but more than anything, it managed to heighten his arrousal. Her slick and tight folds slid against the length of his cock as she wriggled helplessly. His eyes fell shut, his heart thumping in his chest as he let out a moan, beads of sweat breaking out along his back and at his temples.

"Yes." He murmured, opening his eyes and gazing down at her. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he pulled nearly all the way out of her and then plunged back in, as quick and aggressively as he had before. Another audible groan rose up in his throat while another tortured, and this time, painful cry escaped Kate. His breathing grew heavy as he felt her walls clench around his length once more.

"Oh please..." She pleaded softly and breathlessly, her eyes filling with tears . "Please, don't do this. Why can't you just let me go?"

"I told you. You rejected me, you walked away, and you turned your back on me. Now you have to pay, in spades."

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. "No...no, please."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, if you need to scream, feel free. I love it when my girls scream." Pressing his knees harder against her hips, he began ramming his cock into her, releasing the raging beast inside of him with each violent thrust he paid to her, the head of his shaft rubbing roughly against her cervix. He shut his eyes, groaning breathlessly through each motion, pretending she was his sweet little Amy and taking every bit of aggression and anger out on Kate's tender little pussy. His body trembled uncontrollably as he felt his climax building up in his system.

Kate stopped struggling and laid still, sobbing loudly and crying out in pain as he continued violating her. "Stop, please!" She screamed. "Please stop, please. Let me go! Please...just let me go. It hurts."

With the sound of her sobs ringing in his ears, he opened his eyes and with an angry growl, slapped her hard across the face, throwing her head to one side of the pillow. "Stop crying!"

She choked back a sob before pressing her lips together and shutting her eyes tightly. The tears continued streaming down her cheeks as she softly began to whimper, much like a wounded animal would.

"I gave you permission to scream, Kate, I didn't say a damn thing about crying." He snapped, keeping his focus on the task at hand, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of her tight opening and with no intention of stopping until he successfully scarred the little bitch with his cock. With another growl, he seized her jaw, gripping it tightly between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at him. "Stop that Goddamn whimpering before I slice your pretty little throat open."

Kate fell quiet.

He gave her cheek a light slap before pulling his hand away. "That's a good girl."

His eyes fell shut again, his upper body already covered in a thin coat of sweat. Suddenly, all he could hear was the sound of Kate's ragged and panicked breathing. Sneaking a quick peek down at her, she was holding tightly to the tiny chain that seperated both sets of handcuffs but remained still, keeping her eyes closed, her head turned away from him, her soft features contorting in pain with every intense pound of his cock. He shut his eyes, the sound of his pounding heart echoing in his ears, his climax rising quickly to the surface as he felt her walls desperately clenching and relaxing, rippling around the head of his cock.

Amy. Think of Amy. You're inside her. She wants it. She craves it. My sweet can't get enough. He groaned, sighed wearily and grabbed a hold of her hips, pulling her towards him as he sat back on his haunches. She gasped and groaned painfully in debate, the cuffs around the headboard straining against the bars and stretching her narrow arms in the most painful and awkward manner. Digging his fingers into her hips, he lifted them higher to meet his thrusts, and if possible, enable him to drive his dick even deeper into her precious little womb.

Kate wailed in pain, continuously pleading and screaming at him to "please stop," her small voice resonating through the room, much louder than he anticipated she had the lungs for. Her limbs went taut and began to spasm as a tortured but somewhat pleasurable scream escaped her throat, the feel of her sweet juices encompassing his cock giving him every indication that she had reached her first orgasm.

He laughed in amusement. "Couldn't hold back any longer, huh sweetheart? Smart girl." Painful or not, he knew from the start that the bitch wouldn't last long under the pressure of his cock.

"Please...no more." She pleaded breathlessly. "I can't take anymore. It hurts too much."

"It's called rape, Kate. It's supposed to hurt. You brought this on yourself."

Kate tugged at her handcuffs and started to writhe beneath him, a whimper escaping her throat. "Hurry, please, just hurry up and finish so I can go home."

Go home? Like hell she would. If she thought he was stupid enough to let her go, let alone return home to rat his ass out for raping her, she wasn't such a smart girl after all. Ignoring her previous plea, he put his focus entirely on his little Amy. Feeling her walls rippling around his tip, his lips parted and he exuded a heated moan. "Tell me you want me, my sweet. Tell me..." He paused, feeling his climax threatening to overcome him. Pressing his lips together firmly, he tried desperately to hold out for a couple minutes longer.

"Tell me you need me. Say it." When he got no response from the girl beneath him, he resorted to shouting. "Say it, Goddamn it, or I'll slit your fucking throat!"

"I-I want you, I need you!" Kate cried.

"Say it again, louder, use my fucking name!"

Kate drew in a sharp breath before shouting the words he wanted to hear. "I want you, Victor! I need you, Victor!"

He chuckled in delight. "I knew you always did, baby. You can't resist me, can you? You can't resist my cock. You love my cock, don't you? That's why you came back to me, isn't it?"

Kate didn't respond.

"Isn't it?" He shouted angrily, his voice booming through the room.

"Yes! Yes! It is!"

"Scream my name! Scream my Goddamn name and beg me to make you come." He bit down on his bottom lip, his body trembling uncontrollably as his climax threatened to wash over him. Jesus Christ! His cock felt like it was on fire, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. It was only a matter of seconds before he lost control himself. "Do it!" He screamed.

"Victor!" Kate screamed in a somewhat hoarse voice, more than likely from all the screaming she'd been doing before. "Oh Victor! Victor, please, please make me come!"

"Your wish is my command, my sweet," he spoke breathlessly. He stopped pounding her full of cock long enough to pull half-way out of her, reach down, and deeply rub her clit.

Her hips tensed suddenly under his touch. A soft moan slipped past her lips as she began to squirm from side to side, her chest heaving rapidly and a flush rising up in her cheeks. He rubbed her pretty little rosebud a little harder, a little faster, watching in amusement as she twisted and turned against the mattress, mewling and moaning breathlessly. Beads of sweat ran down either sides of his face as he rubbed her magic spot more and more, driving her closer to complete ecstasy. It wasn't until she arched her hips higher that he pulled his hand back, deliberately keeping her from reaching that climax.

Kate gasped, opened her eyes and raised her head, staring dumbfoundedly up at him. A few strands of her blonde hair were matted to her sweaty and flushed face, her chest rising and falling quickly. She looked shocked and yet at the same time, completely exhausted, at the end of her rope. "Please...no more, please..."

His eyes narrowed considerably. "What's wrong? Getting tired?"

"Y-yes. Please stop..."

"Too bad." Without warning, he grabbed a hold of her hips, pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then rammed it back inside her, faster than she could blink an eye. Kate threw her head back with yet another tortured but hoarse scream. He threw his head back just the same as a guttural groan erupted from deep within his chest, shaking like a leaf from head to toe as he felt his climax threatening to overwhelm once again. "I'm gonna make you suffer," he sneered. "Just like you made me."

Kate choked back a sob as he began pounding his cock inside her, faster and more vicious than before. "No, please! Please God! No..." She wailed in torment. The muscles in her legs suddenly went taut as her hips shot up in the air. Her limbs spasmed like crazy, and then, she collapsed against the bed.

The feel of her tight little pussy dragging and at the same time, clenching around his cock--as she arched her hips up and down--sent an rush of heat surging up his shaft like an electrical current, allowing his red hot climax to finally wash over him with a booming groan. With the sound of his heart hammering in his ears, in addition to the low hum and muffled tune of--what the hell is that? A phone? An iPod? Fuck it! Who gives a shit. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind,he dug his fingers into Kate's hips, the muscles in his thighs clenching as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed on top of the girl beneath him, fighting to catch his breath, her small warm breasts pressing against him, the nipples hard against his chest.

Hearing the handcuffs clink and clack noisily against the bars, he realized that Kate was tugging at her restraints again...and insistently so. "Rachel..." She said, the weariness clear in her groaning as the clinking and clacking continued. "Get off of me, you bastard, I can't breathe! Get off!"

The sound was going to wind up giving him a Goddamn headache if she didn't stop. As his heart began to return to normal and he could hear himself think again, he realized that the low humming and muffled tune he'd heard earlier was coming from the purse on the night stand, and it sounded a lot like the Cyndi Lauper song, "Girls Just Want To Have Fun." With an irritable groan, he set both of his hands against the mattress and pushed himself up, his eyes narrowing incriminatingly as he stared down at her skeptical face. "Watch the name calling, sweetheart. If you're not careful, I might just have to sew that pretty mouth of yours shut."

Kate's eyes widened in horror. "No! No, please. Don't," she pleaded softly as he reached over, grabbing her purse off the nightstand and sitting back on his haunches just as the tune stopped. A few seconds later, it started up again. He exchanged a look with her, cocking a challenging eyebrow her way before slipping his hand inside the bag. Despite the exhaustion on her face, she kept tugging at her handcuffs, struggling to lift herself up to a seated position and at the same time, trying to kick the purse out of his grasp before he could get a hold of her phone.

Her foot jabbed the opposite side of the bag as soon as he curled his fingers around the celluar, and had he not seized her ankle in time, it would have slipped out of his hand, along with the bag itself. Fortunetly, he made damn sure he was always one step ahead of these stubborn little sluts. He shot a glare in her direction, his grip tightening around her ankle. "On second thought, maybe I should saw off these dainty but hostile little feet of yours."

"No!" She cried. Moaning and groaning in pain, she squirmed restlessly against the bed as she fought to free herself from his grasp.

Pulling out her vibrating and ringing cell, he glanced down at the caller ID. So that's Rachel. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His eyes wandered away from her cell to his knife. The two of them locked eyes for a second. Kate's eyes were wide with horror, clearly having followed his gaze to the object beside the bed. She started to shake her head as he leaned over to snatch it off of the night stand.

"No, please, please don't hurt me..." She pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Just let me go."

Ignoring her pleas, he let go of her ankle long enough to switch the phone to his opposite hand. Flipping it open with his left hand, he answered it with a chipper, "hello?" Holding the serrated wood handle tightly in his hand, he pressed the sharp blade against Kate's throat before the little bitch had the chance to scream, much less utter another word. Kate laid perfectly still, staring up at him through her blue terror stricken eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly with each shallow and panicked breath she took.

There was silence from the recieving end of the phone.

"Um, hi. Can I speak to Kate?" A puzzled sounding female asked.

"Kate?" His brows furrowed considerably. "Oh! Right, Kate. Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but I'm afraid Kate's not here at the moment."

"Okay, well, where is she? I've been worried sick about her all--wait a minute, who are you?"

He uttered the first name that popped into his head. "Derek."

"Derek? I don't know a Derek, neither does Kate, I don't think. If she does, she sure hasn't mentioned you to me."

"I'm a friend of Kate's, a recent friend actually. We met just last week at--shit, I can't seem to remember the name of the place, but from what she's told me, she hangs out there a lot on her days off."

"The Geisha House?"

"Ah, yes, that's it, The Geisha House."

"Yeah, she hasn't been getting out much lately on account of...well, you know how hard break-ups can be."

He felt his blood boiling hot at the subject, his mind flashing back to Amy. His grip tightened on the handle in his hand, so hard that his knuckles turned white, and the blade pressing deeper against Kate's neck. "Been there done that," he said through his already clenched teeth. A whimper rose up in Kate's throat as her pupils grew wider.

"What was that?"

He blinked. Shit. Did she hear the little bitch just now? "What was what?"

"That whimper. I just heard a whimper."

"Oh!" He chuckled softly. "That was my dog, Boomer. He just needs to go out back and take care of some business, you know how it is."

"Oh, yeah. So, Derek, why are you answering Kate's phone? Did something happen--"

"Rachel! Help me!" Kate screamed suddenly. "He raped me, he's trying to kill me! Call the cops! His name--!"

Victor pulled his arm back with a furious growl and lashed out at her with his knife, throwing her head to one side, the blade slicing through her left cheek. Although he knew it wouldn't shut the bitch up completely, at least it managed to shut her up before she got any farther with that sentence. The sound of Kate's agonizing scream rang in his ears and echoed through the room, her eyes already shining with fresh tears as a thick line of bright red blood started seeping out of the deep wound.

"Kate!" Rachel screamed, and right in his fucking ear! Snapping the celluar shut, he flung it across the room with another growl. The device slammed against the wall near the door, breaking into numerous pieces and falling against the black carpeted floor.

As much fun as he'd originally wanted to have torturing the fucking bitch, she had driven him to this. To this moment when he could think of nothing more than giving her what was coming to her, what had been coming to her all damn night, what--somewhere inside--he still wanted so badly to do to Amy. His temper had snapped like the strings on a guitar. His blood was already boiling red hot with rage, a Satanic rage that he was fully ready and willing to unleash all over Kate's precious little body. Slice and dice her like a fucking Thanksgiving dinner. Make her pay for all the hell that Amy had put him through.

Seizing her jaw tightly between the index finger and thumb of his left hand, he dragged the blood stained knife down her chest. "You are really starting to piss me off, Kate." Kate groaned painfully, inhaling sharply as she felt the blade against her skin. He started at her collarbone and worked his way down, letting the blade pass between the curves of her breasts towards her belly button. "Not to mention your nosy little bitch friend, Rachel."

Despite her sudden trembling, she appeared to be holding her breath, more than likely fearing "Mr. Bowie" would slice right through her if she moved even an inch too much. Her eyes were shut tightly as a whimper rose up in her throat, a single tear appearing to have slipped out of the corner of her left eye and was now rolling down her cheek.

Catching sight of the tear, he scowled, his grip easing on her jaw as an overwhelming feeling of guilt loomed over his head. Guilt? What the fuck did he have to be guilty about? She was just some random bitch, an easy lay, an easy kill, just like any other bitch he brought home.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him. That was just it. The same shit had happened to him when he'd had his sweet little Amy tied up in his basement, and later that night when he'd brought her back to bed. He knew next to nothing about Kate, and now he was feeling like a pussy over...what? Not a damn thing. Then, why the fuck did he feel that this was wrong? He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. Of course it was wrong. He was a criminal. A bad man that did bad things to those with no regard to him, who he was, his power, or his inner most feelings and desires.

Get it the fuck together, you pussy! Finish this bitch off and make yourself a happy man. Get your Goddamn revenge!

"Revenge," he echoed softly, his mind flashing back to Amy. His grip tightened on her jaw, his eyes narrowing incriminatingly. "Is that a tear I see? Hmm?" He asked calmly, pressing the blade of the knife against her throat.

Finally letting out the breath she'd been holding in, Kate's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing shallow and labored.

"Didn't I tell you I would slit your throat if I saw you crying?"

"No!" Kate wailed, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. "No, please! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, just don't hurt me anymore, please!"

"It's too late for apologies, sweetheart. I warned you, and now you have to pay the price. For yourself and for Amy."

Kate's teary eyes came open suddenly, her brows stitching together in bewilderment. "Amy? I don't even know an Amy."

"And you never will," he sneered, fisting a handful of her soft blonde hair and tugging on it hard, forcing her to turn her head and look him in the eyes. "You'll never know the touch of another man, the feel of his cock in your ass, or even the friendly and tender touch of your nearest and dearest friend, Rachel. You fucked yourself tonight, my dear, and now, it must come to an end."

"No! Please, oh please, just let me go! If you let me go right now, I promise I won't tell anyone what you did. Please!"

"You're right..." His lips stretched into an arrogant smirk as he dragged the knife down her chest once again, only this time, he pressed down. The blade slid through her flesh as easily as if she were a stick of butter, leaving a bright red trail of blood behind as it continued its decent downward. Kate's gasps and agonizing screams filled the room, ringing in his ears, echoing off the ceiling and more than likely, carrying past the door and downstairs. Taking his focus off the movement of the blade through her skin, his eyelids fell shut of their own accord, soaking up the sound of her screams, pretending they were Amy's. When he opened his eyes, the blade had reached her belly button. "You won't!" In one swift jab, he rammed the knife deep into her gut.

Kate's head flew up off the pillow with another ear piercing scream, her body shuddering violently beneath his hand.

"That's for breaking my Goddamn nose!" With his gaze fixed upon the large open wound, he yanked Mr Bowie out and immediately rammed him in again, "that's for James!" Yanking it out, he rammed it in one last time, piercing the spot just below her breasts. "And that's for being so fucking stupid as to think you could ever escape me!" He twisted the blade into her sternum, cutting her deeper as blood gushed out of her chest and her belly.

Kate's breath hitched as he shoved the knife in deeper. She opened her mouth, letting out a raspy almost strangled cry. Although there were tears in her eyes, her gaze was devoid of any emotion as she stared blankly up at the ceiling, all the color having drained from her face. As he yanked the knife out of her chest cavity, the blood spilled quickly out of the wound, down her waist and onto the comforter. He placed his free hand over her heart, wanting to feel every last breath, every bit of warmth that lingered behind, every last beat of her heart. Her shuddering went on for a few seconds longer before her respiratory system shut down, and then, he felt it...the final pulsation of her heart. A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he took his hand off her cold and lifeless body, her blood leaving a red stain on the heel of his palm.

With a weary sigh, he pulled his cock out of her her and climbed off of the bed. The comforter was soaked with Kate's blood, and another pool of blood surrounded the left side of her head. His intent had been to violate the bed, the one space that Amy had spent her nights safely tucked away, from him...and from his vengeful hands. Those first few nights when they'd started dating, she didn't seem to trust him enough to share the same bed with him, which led her to sleeping there, in the guest room. At the time, he'd told her that he understood her reasons and allowed her to do so, but what he really wanted to do was handcuff her to his fucking bed and force her to be near him, whether she liked it or not. Hell, threatening her with his knife would have sufficed. She would have probably been scared shitless and would have given in just to prevent getting hurt.

Of course, if he'd done that, their relationship wouldn't have lasted as long as it did and he'd spend his days doing the same fucking thing he was doing now, chasing her, stalking her every move, and then doing whatever the hell it took to make her his again. Goddamn stubborn little bitch! She just loved to give him a run for his money, didn't she? When the fuck would she ever learn? When would she get it through her fucking head that they were meant to be together? That she was his, and would always be his? Maybe never, but Goddamn it, he would make her see it, even if he had to beat it into her. He was proud of himself for destroying this secure space of hers. It was now officially a crime scene, and if she ever returned, she would be right in the middle of it...so to speak. It's awfully too bad he hadn't filmed the whole thing...and risk letting the fucking bitch get a hold of the tape to take to the Goddamn cops? Shit no! He might as well sign himself up for a lethal injection.

Looking down at his still hard cock, he noticed that there was a bit of Kate's blood staining the skin above it. More than likely from when he was leaned over the bitch introducing her to Mr. Bowie. He would need to shower before he went to bed, but at the moment, he had more important things to do. Grabbing one end of the comforter, he placed his knife against the fabric, folded it over and slid the blade through it, wiping Kate's blood from the steel before setting it on the night stand. He exited the room for a minute to retrieve the keys to the handcuffs from his bedroom. When he returned, he freed Kate's wrists from the handcuffs, rolling his eyes when he noticed the dark bruises that were starting to form around them as her frail arms fell against the bed.

Stupid bitch could have prevented the whole thing if she'd only given herself to me willingly, but then, what would the fun be in that? It was more exciting when they put up a fight. The thrill of the chase always managed to get his cock up. Wrapping Kate's lifeless body up in the blood stained comforter, he gathered her into his arms, lifted her off of the bed and turned to exit the room through the open door. As he turned right to head down the stairs, one of Kate's arms managed to slip free of the comforter and dangled limply over the edge, swaying lightly with each drop of his foot against the thick carpeted steps.

A part of him was tempted to replace the bedding on the guest bed. Then again, why bother? There hadn't appeared to be any blood left behind on the hot pink sheets when he'd taken Kate off the bed, but he couldn't be entirely sure. Even if there was, who gives a shit? If his little Amy was going to be sleeping in that bed again anytime soon, it might add to his corruption of the area if he left those blood stains behind. He could always buy a new comforter to cover his tracks and with a mere glance, no one, not even her would be the wiser.

Stepping down off the last step, he turned left and padded through the foyer towards the patio doors. The cherry floorboards were cool under his sock covered feet. A dark silhouette of a tall and broad shouldered man rolled across the floor as he entered the living room. Stopping dead in his tracks, his predatory instincts stirred inside his belly as he quickly surveyed the room, seeking out an imaginary threat. A few seconds later, he came to the realization that the only threat in the room...was himself. It was his shadow he had seen. Exhaling sharply, he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, feeling like a complete fucking idiot. Good thing James wasn't there to witness his stupidity. He'd more than likely laugh it up and then ridicule him for being so paranoid.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the white light of the moon pouring through the glass doors, he reached out with his right hand--balancing Kate's weight on his arm as he did so--disengaging the lock with a flick of his fingers and grabbed the handle to slide the door open. Shifting his weight and his body, he restored his grasp on Kate's body and carried her out into the spacious backyard. The night air was cool. As soon as he stepped outside, a light breeze blew across his face, caressing his partially scruffy jaw and sending a slight chill dancing down his spine. The cement was just as cool as his floorboards, but rough against the arches of his feet. Pursing his lips, he whistled to his babies.

Seconds later, his rottweilers came scurrying towards him from the left side of the house. Their eyes glowed red--much like the surface of the water in his pool--within the crimson glow of the solar lamps that ran along either sides of the yard, outlining his lush green lawn. The corners of his mouth turned up as his lips stretched into a smug smirk.

"Dinner time boys."

While he kept their crib well maintained at all times and stocked with plenty of fresh food and water, he knew nothing satisfied their hunger more than a ripe piece of flesh. Most of the time, when he went on monthly murderous expeditions to track down his next victum and would be away for more than a few days, James stopped by to take care of his babies in his absence. Their crib sat behind the garage, enclosed with the same grey siding as the rest of his house, as well as a matching colored dog door and two small screened windows. To anyone else, it would seem like part of the garage, but he and James knew what it really was.

All four dogs approached him, raising their noses high to sniff the air. The sight of them licking their chops, a clear indication they could smell the girl's blood. He chuckled softly as Ripper raised his chin higher to eagerly sniff Kate's dangling arm. Baring his sharp white fangs, the dog sank his teeth into one side of her hand, blood instantly dripping down her small and delicate fingers and onto the pavement.

"Ripper!" He cried, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he looked down at the dog. "You vicious bastard, let go!" He jerked Kate's hand out of the rottweiler's grasp with a swift yank, a couple pieces of flesh slipping off her fingers along with it and into the dog's mouth before it released its grip. "You gotta learn to share, buddy. Let your brothers have a piece too."

Padding past his dogs and past the pool, he carried Kate towards the right side of the yard, insisting that they follow him, and they did, without hesitation. They followed close behind, their panting getting considerably louder with each step he took. His lips curled into a wicked grin, sensing and sympathizing with their hunger. "You boys are hungry tonight, aren't ya? Can't say I blame you." Poor babies. They were probably starving for a fresh and tasty treat. The lawn was prickly and damp under his feet, the feel of his heels sinking into the soft soil beneath similar to walking on thin ice.

He stopped walking about half-way across the yard, six feet away from a tall oak tree, one of the four that were on his property. Fisting the fabric of the comforter in both of his hands, he tossed Kate onto the lawn. Her frail and bloody body rolled free of the comforter and tumbled to the ground with a soft thud. He shoved the heel of his foot against her right shoulder until she was lying flat on her back, then, he backed away, letting his babies take care of the rest. "Dig in my babies!"

They didn't need to be told twice. The moment he backed away, all four dogs pounced on top of the blonde, sinking their teeth into her skin, ripping the flesh from her bones, growling ferociously like a pack of wild beasts feeding upon a fallen antelope. He chuckled softly as he took a couple more steps back, giving his babies more room to eat. Ripper started by ripping her throat out with his teeth and then he attacked her face. Kruger seemed to be more intent on savoring her breasts, and who could blame him? He was just like his daddy in that respect. As for Lucifer and Manson, well, their hunger was directed to the finer parts of her body below her waistline.

As much fun as it was to watch his babies feed upon his prize, it was nearing three in the morning and he still had to shower. He had a long day of filming on tap for tomorrow, and after that, he had to meet up with James to find out what new information he had on his little Amy. Sighing wearily, he folded the comforter a couple times, shoved it under his right arm and turned on his heels to head back inside the house. He slid the glass door shut, locked it behind him then went into his laundry room, dropping the comforter and his socks in the washing machine before heading upstairs. After retrieving his things, Kate's purse, and disposing of the broken pieces of her cell phone in the guest bedroom, he turned off the light and shut the door, heading back down the hall to his bedroom.

Once he set Kate's purse down on the floor beside the night stand, his knife on top of the night stand, placed the handcuffs in the one drawer beneath it, and dropped his neatly folded dirty clothes on the floor near the door for his maid in the morning, he disappeared into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

Tingles radiated over his scalp and his skin as the hot water cascaded down his weary muscles, soothing and relaxing him into a state of quiet meditation and reflection upon the events of the evening. Screwing and killing Kate had been the exact release he needed from the hell he'd endured over the last week. He felt like a new man again. Not like that pussy he felt he was becoming deep down inside. The one that actually felt guilty and remorseful for the way he'd been treating his little Amy. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell did he have to feel guilty for? She'd brought this shit on herself, hadn't she? He cursed softly. "It's my fault," he muttered. "I'm the one that screwed up." He blinked, his brows quickly drawing together in bafflement, wondering for a minute whether he'd even spoken those words at all.

Did those words just come out of my fucking mouth?

He exhaled sharply, lathered his hair up with shampoo and began scrubbing furiously at his scalp, trying hard to wash away the bullshit desires that lingered there, the ones that made him less of a man and were threatening to turn him into an emotional fucking wreck. While he wouldn't admit it to anyone, and as much as he hated admitting it to himself, there was some truth to what he'd said. He had screwed up, to a certain extent. Amy wouldn't be running from him now if it hadn't been for the abuse he had been putting her through over the last few weeks, but what the hell could he do to make up for all that shit now? He could try beating it into her, literally, until she was battered and bruised in the face, that they were meant to be together, but it would get tired after a while. Not to mention that it would only make her hate him more than she did now. While he could put on an act to lure her in again, she'd be prepared for that too. She wouldn't buy his affection and words were actually genuine.

Holding his head under the hot spray, he ran his fingers through his hair as he rinsed out the shampoo, a deep sigh escaping him. As he began lathering the rest of his body with a bar of Irish Spring, a memory flashed in his mind. A memory of he and Amy being in that same shower numerous nights ago. He could still remember how tender her breasts felt in his soapy hands. How hard her tits got when his soapy thumbs brushed against them. The way her pussy clenched beneath his hands everytime he slid them through her legs and over her mound. And how hard he would ultimately get when she took the liberty of sliding her soapy hands up and down his cock and around his balls. Shit, the memory alone was making him hard just thinking about it.

He curled his fingers around the head of his cock, holding in his soapy hand for a few long seconds, sighed deeply and then let it go. He could jerk himself off until his dick fell off, but until he figured out a way to win the bitch back, he would never get another hot and horny shower like that again. What the fuck was he supposed to do?

Suddenly, more memories flashed through his mind. Memories of the first few weeks they had started dating. The memory of those long romantic evenings they'd shared together, the candlelight dinners, the amazing and sometimes experimental sex they'd share, the roses, those few nights when he'd actually taken the liberty of preparing a meal for her, the wine tasting party he'd taken her to where she got her first hand taste of the stuff, and even the Hawaiian cruise he'd taken her on for Valentine's Day. While he might have been putting on act at the time to make her think he was a good man, and geuninely a good person, somewhere along the line, he had stopped acting and had actually allowed himself to feel. He'd opened himself up to the change and had in fact felt...well, whole, if only for a short time.

Maybe that was what he had to be again in order to win her back. He'd known her long enough to know her weaknesses, but could he truly allow himself to be better for her? Did he actually have the will power to stop being the evil, relentless criminal that he was now and be the man she wanted? The man he knew she still loved? Christ! Not even he knew the answer to that. It was all a matter of pacing himself, discovering just what the hell he wanted to do with his life, and where he wanted to end up.

"Well I sure as hell don't want to end up on death row or a Goddamn lethal injection."

Shaking all migraine inducing thoughts out of his head, he finished the rest of his shower and stepped out onto the furry black cotton bath mat, wiping his wet feet off before padding towards the white laminate shelf near the window and grabbing a clean black towel to dry himself off on. A moment later, he stepped in front of the sink, staring back at his weary reflection, scowling at the slightly damp cast still on his nose and wishing for a split second that he could break the nose of the bitch who gave it to him. A scoff escaped his lips. While that wouldn't succeed in getting her back, she could sure as hell benefit from a nose job. He was Goddamn sick and tired of staring at that nose of hers, Goddamn sick and tired of seeing that bump, the one that shaped the tip of it in the weirdest way. Who the fuck even gave her that nose in the first place? Her mother or her father? Well, whenever he got her on his table again, he'd have to make a mental note to ask her.

With an irritable sigh, he pushed down that familiar rage starting to brew in his belly and pulled open the drawer to his left, snatching up a large transparent and unmarked bottle of sleeping pills. Twisting the cap off, he shook two light blue capsules out into his palm and tossed them into his mouth. Grabbing a clean glass from beside the sink, he filled it half-way with water before tossing his head back and washing down the pills. After returning the bottle to his drawer, he shut off the light and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

Once he set the alarm on the digital clock, he pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. He reached over, shut off the lamp then settled in to get some sleep. His babies would take care of the evidence for him, and when he woke up the next morning, he'd wrap up her bones--or whatever was left of her--in a trash bag and toss her into the back of his Ford pick-up to dump in a remote location later. Pushing Kate to the back of his mind, he forced himself to focus on Amy. If he focused hard enough, he knew these sleeping pills would do their magic. He had confidence in their ability, and although he was skeptical about the notion at first, he trusted in his buddy, Harrison, a physician at the Beverly Hills sleep disorder center, that these pills would allow him to connect with Amy, in a way he never dreamed would be possible.

As he began to drift off into a deep slumber, he thought of nothing but Amy. He pictured her face, her body, remembering the way she felt pressed up against him. He fell deeper into his slumber, confident that his unconscious mind would drift off in exactly the right direction, and get him exactly where he needed to be. With her.