WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS IMPLIED SCENES OF SEXUAL ABUSE.

When Bill left work, he headed straight to Hadley's Bar. He hoped the same little blonde bitch he and Patrick had done was going to be there. Bill wanted a blonde to remind him of Sally Parks.

He couldn't finish her off like he'd planned.

Circumstances and opportunity had ruled that out. Bill had never been one to knock back an opportunity.

If that's what perfection dictated, then that's how he rolled.

"Fuck you, Sally Parks. It could have been good. The ending could have been perfect. Whore!"

But there were other ways. He'd work the fantasy on another who looked just like her. Hot pink panties and all. Yeah... he'd make the bitch put on a pair of Sally's hot pink panties. Perfect...

"Get the fuck on the bed!"

"You said I wouldn't have to do this again."

Bill swung the belt and caught her on the arse. "I lied."

She screamed and tried to run past him but he knocked her backwards, and then straddled her. As she tried to scream again, he shoved one of his handkerchiefs into her mouth then pressed the strip of duct tape over the top of it. Bill looked at his handy work. It was a shame about the handkerchief. It had been flawlessly ironed.

The girl tried to kick him so Bill grabbed her ankles and dragged the bottom half of her body up on the bed. He reached over to pull the top half up but stopped himself. This was perfect. He only needed the bottom half for now. Bill spread her legs and yanked her pelvis towards his. He laughed as he saw her hands flailing helplessly. Bill rubbed himself against her. "You feel that, honey. Yeah... of course you do. Daddy's going to drive you home."

She screamed against the padding in her mouth. Her hand grappled with the floor as she tried to pull away from him.

Bill watched himself hammer her, and then smiled up at the camera. He bucked backwards and forwards and lifted one of his hands above his head. "Ride em cowboy. Yeeha!" His body rippled with pleasure. "Yeah!" Bill slumped over her with a big smile on his face. Man... he loved fucking.

He pulled the girl completely onto the bed and tied her wrists to the bed head. Bill tenderly pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, baby. You made me so horny. I couldn't help myself."

Amaryllis watched him walk naked from the room. She tugged on her restraints. He'd said he wouldn't hurt her. He'd said it was his friend who was into the rough stuff. She let her tears flow down her cheeks and thought of her mother. Please God don't let him hurt me. I'll get off the drugs and go home. I promise.

He swaggered as he came back into the room eating yogurt from a tub with a spoon. When he sat down and leant against the foot of the bed, he held his spoon out to her. "You're a pretty girl. Why do you do this shit? Fuck men you don't even know. It's drugs, hey?" He chuckled and took another spoonful. "Just nod, baby... yeah... thought so. Drugs are bad shit. I don't use any of that crap."

He waved the spoon at her again. "You could learn a thing or two from me, clean living with a bit of fun. I've always got money in my pocket because I don't do fucking drugs. You hearing me?"

Amaryllis nodded because she was sure he wanted an answer.

"So, here's the deal. You and me is gonna fuck some more. I like fucking. That's my drug of choice. Trouble is I don't have a girlfriend anymore. She thought she gave me the pink slip but the truth is I gave it to her." He laughed, stood up and went to one of his drawers.

Amaryllis watched him pull out a pair of hot pink underpants.

"Talking of pink. These are hers. In love with pink panties and so am I."

Amaryllis didn't fight him as he slipped them over her ankles. She even lifted her backside off the bed so he could fit them correctly.

"You're a good girl. Almost perfect." Bill leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Now we'll finish this properly."

This man is the worst of the worst.

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