Kane's Playhouse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story written for one of my favorite people, Kane.

Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Submitted: December 17, 2011

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I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair was black, long, and shinier than the midnight sky. Her eyes were a sparkling jade green, with an innocent tint. Her body, tall yet curvy, was magnetic to my eyes. I don't know her name, so I'll call her Lila. I had been watching her for a while, as she walked around town. I had been too shy to approach her. Today though, I will.

I walked up behind her with soft foot steps. I tapped on her shoulder. She turned around and her eyes met mine. "Hello?" she asked in a quiet, polite voice. "Who are you?" Elated that she acknowledged me, I giggled slightly. "My name is Emily." I told her. Before she could say anything else, I hit her in the head with a crowbar. She fell to the ground, and I picked her up. I don't know what came over me. I ran back to my house as fast as I could, with her unconcious body in my arms.

I sat her down in a chair and tied her hands behind her back. I shook her to try and revive her. Soon enough, she came to and looked around. I knew she would scream so I covered her mouth with my hand. "shh shh.", I comforted her, "I'm not going to hurt you. Not if you do as I tell you." She looked up at me with wide eyes. "Please let me go.", she pleaded, "I have a daughter, she's seven, and she needs me. My name is Robin." I slapped her across the face. "No.", I told her, "It's Lila, now." I kissed her lips tenderly. I enjoyed the fact that she couldn't fight back. I began to unbotton her shirt. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked in a panicky tone. I shushed her again, and began to feel her breasts. Her breathing increased in depth. I almost couldn't tell if she was aroused or terrifed, or a mixture of both.

I had to make her mine, brand her in someway so that everyone knew she belonged to me! I took out a pocket knife from my purse. She stared at the blade, shocked. "What..why do you have a knife??" I smiled at her, then began to carve into the flesh of her stomach and breasts, "E.U". She tried to scream as the skin burned and rose up. Blood flowed from the wounds. She began to cry, and beg for me to stop. I kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. She tried to resist me, but soon enough, she gave in.

I think she even started to enjoy it, because I heard her moan slightly. Eventually, though..she fell asleep. I think she might have passed out from shock. I don't know. I waited hours for her to wake up, but she didn't. Days passed, and nothing. I don't know how it happened, but she wasn't breathing anymore. Dead or alive, she's still mine, and there's no way in hell I'm ever letting her go.


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