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Feelings
By PunkNerd
Allen loved Lynn. He had loved her since the eighth grade when he had met her. She would never love him, It wasn;t aloud in society. She never even gave him a second look in the hallway of their small high school. She was popular, he was not. She dated the varisty quarterback, he sat alone in his room on the weekends, masturbating while he thought of her. He had asked her out numerous time, and had been shot down on many occasions. Now he had come up with the perfect plan.
Late on a saturday night, three in the morning, Allen had walked to Lynns house.He had carefully scaled the drain pipe,, softly pushing open her window, she never kept it locked, he had found this out a long time ago, he had been watching her for a long time, planning.
He had sat by her bedside, a soft blue chair pulled from behind a computer desk, he watched her sleep for about half an hour, finally reaching down into his backapck which he had brought withim, sitting at his feet. He pulled out everything he would need, Duct tape, four pairs of handcuffs, a large hunting knife, the chrome curling into the dark air.
Lynn had awoken right as the tape was pressed upon her lips, her eyes moving wide in terror, a muffled scream being choked back by the adhesive. Her wrists had been slapped into handcuffs, free steel traps going to the bedposts, the same being done with her ankles. Tears slowly came, her wide eyes moistened as she looked to Allen, who slowly lowered himself upon that chair, the knife wrapped in one hand, his other hand moved to her, fingers grasping the hem of a baggy cheerleading tee shirt she wore.
Lynn's head shook softly as the knife was moved to the shirt, slicing it up the middle, split material falling to her side, perk cups, rising into the air, made of the creamiest flesh, the softest tissue. Allen smiled as the knife was with drawn and his free hand moved forward, finger tips eating up everything he had begged to have. Lynn shut her eyes, soft whimpers, exhaling is short gasps.
Allen let his eyes close as two fingers pinched at rosebud nipple, but he quickly found himself, no he wouldnt do this... he couldnt... she would not freely give herself to him, so noone would have her. The knife was set upon her stomach, cold steel begging to be used. With a slight flick of his wrist a trail of blood was formed, from Lynn's navel to her hips, just above black boxers.Lynn screamed, but nothing moved past the tape. Her eyes begged for mercy, but as Allen lifted the knife above his head, preparing to plunge it down, she knew no mercy would come for her... not tonight... not ever.
9/13/2002 11:38:57 PM
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