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If you're starting here...I do recommend starting from the beginning. It's important to get a better feel of the character development and story arc since this is a short story.

[Trigger warning: This chapter contains graphic references to sexual abuse and violence.]

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Turning my attention back to the blonde, I finally removed my shades. There was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes nearly popped out of her doll-like face.

I advanced towards her and with every step I took forwards, she took one backwards. I quickened my strides, eyes roving all over her like a vicious hunter assessing its prey. In her haste, her foot hit the edge of her bed and she fell backwards onto the rigid, ratty, thousand-year old mattress.

She hastily scrambled backwards, hit the headboard and could go no further. Shrinking back against the matted velvet, she curled up like a withered leaf, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. It was as though she believed that if she, by some amazing feat, managed to mold herself into a ball tiny enough, she could perhaps disappear completely. 

Face deathly pale and awash with dread, she trembled at the thought of her imminent doom. I closed in on her, sneering. My coat was swiftly unbuttoned and disposed of in a corner. 

"N-n-no-n-no..."

Her eyes darted around the room as if hoping there were invisible people who would come to her aid. Then, in a sudden flash of boldness, her hand shot out and grabbed a pair of scissors that were lying innocently on her bedside table. Waving it manically in front of my face, the pointed object was but an irksome fly to be easily dealt with. Shoving her forcefully down onto the bed, I quickly swiped the offending weapon from her quivering hands. 

"Naughty, naughty...you didn't actually think that was going to work did you?"

I dragged the tip of the scissors along the crook of her neck, applying enough pressure to leave a faint, white line but just short of drawing blood. There was no need to spill any of the precious blood running through her veins. Yet. I flung the scissors over one shoulder and heard it collide with the wall before clattering noisily onto the floor.

Without much further thought, I pounced onto the bed and straddled her writhing body. I ripped her paper-thin clothes apart like a savage beast on an uncontrollable rampage, then leant back a little to trace every single curve and contour of the body trapped between my legs. I felt myself harden and grow erect. It's been so long...too long...

Blondie was still thrashing around like a demented soul, trying to escape the firm clamp of my thighs on her hips. "Keep still, bitch," I growled. When she took no heed of my warning, I knocked her senseless with a tight slap and she finally twitched to a still, sinking in defeat. 

Oh, yes. Not wasting another second, I tore open the zipper of my trousers, setting my evident bulge free. Not even bothering to get my pants all the way off, I positioned myself right at the entrance to her sweet, pulsating core and paused with sick anticipation in that one suspended moment of time.

Then, I plunged deep inside of her.

Her scream of pain laced with unsuspected, unwanted pleasure pierced through the silent night air like a shuriken thrown with precision, echoing off the four walls of the room.

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After I'd had my fill, I dragged her to the other side of the room and bound her to a chair at the vanity table. Picking up a horribly worn tee, I tore it into strips. She stared blankly at herself in the dirty, cracked mirror while I tied her wrists together behind her back, limbs to the legs of the chair. Looks like the fight went out of her pretty quick.

Remembering the baby, my eyes shot towards the cot. Huh. No movements. Must have fallen asleep playing with that piece of shit apparently called a bear.

 "Now, be good. Don't go running off on me..." I warned, running the back of my hand down the side of her currently expressionless face.

When she didn't respond, I yanked her tangled honey-blonde tresses so her head snapped back and she was forced to look up. Her empty, glazed over, hazel orbs met my unfathomable, indigo ones.

"Ya' heard me?" I snarled. 

She mouthed soundlessly, "Yes."

I let go of her hair, satisfied. She promptly turned her face away, avoiding my further scrutiny and I simply snorted. Spinning on my heels I made to leave. 

Just as I reached the battered door frame, I nonchalantly spit out, "I'll be back for you, tramp." Pausing mid-step, I glanced at her over one shoulder.

A single, solitary tear escaped the corner of her eye and slid silently down her cheek.

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The corner of my mouth curled upwards, adrenaline pumping through my system as I sped along the narrow, deserted, red dust road. The bitch had begun to stir. No matter, we were almost there now. Reaching the exit of the pathway, I swerved into a dark spot beneath a canopy of trees and parked the charcoal Lexus I'd picked up.

Leaving her at that dump of a house earlier on, I'd gone to get my supplies and equipment. She'd dozed off by the time I got back, though she did start when she heard me entering the room. A quick jab in her arm was all it took before she spaced out and drifted off moments later. I carried her out to the car I'd "borrowed" along the way and lumped her unceremoniously across the backseat then got the baby, wrapped him up in a threadbare blanket and wedged him between his mother and the seat. Surprisingly, the kid didn't wake up and start wailing again.

I stepped out of the car and contemplated the merits of the venue before me. The weathered 40-storey building was an old hotel which had seen it's glory days back in the day. Ever since a mass-murder took place in that very place and after suffering a huge problem with the underground pipes, the place was forced to close down. I'd been here once or twice when I was a kid. It was fancy. Authorities hadn't done much to the place.

Going round to the back of the car, I surveyed the surroundings. Pretty desolate area, considering it is just outside of town. Removing my things from the boot, I grabbed the baby, locked up the Lexus and began the hike up to the top floor of the building. 

I decided I'd return for Blondie after. Not much she could do with her hands and feet tied up anyway.

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With everything set up, and Blondie finally coming to her senses, it was time. 

I picked up the kid from the plush sofa and carried him on one arm, waking him up from his peaceful slumber. Oh well, he would get plenty of sleep soon enough. In eternal slumber. Good thing I had the sense to stick a pacifier in his gap before any disturbing howling had the chance to escape his weeny gob.

I'd propped Blondie up on an ornately carved, oriental-looking hardwood chairs and positioned her right in front of the sliding doors which led to the balcony. Crouching down before the broken barbie, I held the baby before her as her cloudy eyes gradually came into focus. I watched as the haze cleared up and the wheels in her pea-sized brain began to spin at top speed trying to connect the pieces. At the exact moment I saw everything click in her mind, I straightened myself abruptly and swaggered away, catching a glimpse of her lunging out at me from the corner of my eye. She certainly didn't get far.

I tossed the kid up into the air a few times, each time higher than before, like a curious child trying out his new ball. The little wimp weighed practically nothing and was actually gurgling happily. 

When I caught him for the umpteenth time and swung around to face her once again, the bitch was shooting daggers at me, cussing wordlessly, which yet again, had but little effect. With her vocal chords still out-of-service, all she could do was strain against the foolproof bonds around her, wriggling, twisting and tugging like a bug securely tangled in a spider's artfully woven web. 

My lips curled in contempt. Backing up until I was leaning against the cool marble railing of the balcony, I continued toying with the baby, swinging him from side to side and flipping him bottom up in between oscillations. The pacifier had slipped out from his mouth and the squirt was cackling in delight, blissfully oblivious to his impending annihilation. His mother however, was well aware and to say she was panicking would be an understatement.

With my back to her, I stood the baby on the ivory slab of stone and made him do a little hop-skip-waddle across the railing...and back. 

Then, placing the kid at the edge of the narrow balcony and bracing him with one hand, I picked up his tiny arm and made him wave at his mommy.

"Say 'bye-bye' to Mommy now...say 'bye-bye', tyke...bye-bye..."

The kid chortled happily. 

Then, I removed my hand from his back.

In that split-second when he wobbled on the slim bar, arms flailing, any remaining colour in Blondie's face seeped out. 

I simply marched back inside without a backwards glance as a shrill, bloodcurdling scream tore out of her larynx just as she leap-jerked out of her seat and toppled over.

I slid the door shut behind me, indifferent.

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