Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 29, 2010 19:58:08 GMT -5
With a slam of the door she was free. Her work completed for the day and only one short car trip away from total happiness. Cara skipped through the GIW HQ parking lot, unable to contain the enormous smile that was spreading further and further across her face. The night was cold and dark, to the point of seeming sinister in of itself. Cara's bright spirits, however, seemed to illuminate everything around her, as she didn't even notice the darkness. Such a pleasant thing that was.
"Is a city full of people, just a different kind of forest?"
Cara instantly froze and turned on the spot, her legs already beginning to tremble. Her fear vanished, replaced by annoyance, at the sight of Andy Savana sitting on a car bonnet, shining a flashlight from below his chin, creating a blend of light and shadow over his face.
"What do you want, Andy?" Cara asked, folding her arms, clearly unimpressed by the intrusion.
"I wanted to ask you something," was his reply.
"That's what the term 'business hours' is for. It's way too late to be dealing with you."
"Why are you here so late, anyway?" he inquired, turning the flashlight to her face. She squealed in annoyance and so he rested the light on her chest instead.
"Why would I tell you that?" she retorted. "And get that light off my boobs!"
"Is that what you call those egg flips?" he said, switching the flashlight off completely.
"Hmph!" she squeaked, turning on the spot and heading towards her car.
"When is Declan returning?" he shouted after her. The question caused her to stop dead in her tracks.
"Well," she said deviously. "I'm going to see him right now."
"That's not the kind of wrestling I'm talking about."
"He'll return when he's ready," Cara replied, showing no sign of annoyance. In fact her tone was noticeably cheerier. "Don't worry though, he's just as eager to humiliate you a third time, as you are to lose to him yet again."
"We'll see."
Cara heard him shuffle to the concrete and the tapping of his footsteps, as he walked away. Cara grinned, very pleased with herself, and then continued towards her car. She clicked the unlock button on the pocket sized controller and, in the brief flash that the lights activated, saw a figure only feet away.
"Andy is that -"
Her words were cut short, as a thick hand violently took hold of her hair and slammed her head into the roof of the car. Cara screamed in agony, as she bounced roughly to the ground. Within seconds, she felt the same hand wrap forcefully around her throat and a heavy frame come crashing down on her. The invader's second arm smashed across her chest, pinning both her arms down. She tried to scream, but a terrified gasp was all she was being allowed to produce. Soon the hand robbing her of oxygen lifted and she felt a crashing fist smash into her forehead and then a shuddering pain, as her skull bounced into the concrete.
"Scream all you want bitch, no one is going to hear you!"
She wailed loudly, as the giant hand was thrust forcefully into her crotch. She felt it take her panties by the handful and heard the tear as they were ripped from her body. She flailed and screamed until her body ached, but it was useless. This beast was too strong to be overcome and no one would rescue her.
"I didn't think you were going to come for me."
Cara shuddered as the monster drew it's tongue roughly across her cheek.
"There's not a thing in the world that could have stopped me."
She was shaking uncontrollably.
"Why did you make me say that to him?"
Tears were washing over her entire face.
"It was your life."
Her distress seemed only to excite the beast.
"You said you'd take care of me."
It was sweating profusely now.
"I respect him."
Unable to contain it's laughter.
"You said you love me!"
It's drool dripping onto her face.
"Our destinies are entwined now. Our lives merged as one."
It's tongue being forced inside her mouth.
"No!"
It's fingers running further and further up her thigh.
"Are you truly happy?"
"You want it, don't you?!"
"You gave up everything for me!"
Closer and closer to her...
"I have regrets. Everyone does."
"You're a horny, little bitch!"
"It isn't what I wanted!"
Closer still...
"The decision was difficult."
"A little slut!"
"You said nothing would hurt me! Not ever again!"
Her skin crawled as they moved closer...
"I have done terrible things."
"You want me!"
"I have done terrible things."
Her muscles tightened, as they moved closer still...
"Cara..."
"You want all of me!"
"You shouldn't have to ask."
She shuddered with terror of the inevitable penetration, as they moved even closer...
"I guess so."
"I know you do!"
"I love it here! I never want to leave!"
They ran like an arachnid over her crotch. In seconds...
"You're not an inconvenience."
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A NAUGHTY, LITTLE GIRL!!!"
"I'll always need you!"
"AND HERE IT COMES!!!"
"Are you really so pathetic, you're going to allow this to happen?"
It struck her. Not the penetration of her crotch, but of her mind. An idea. A single notion that had saved their soul.
"You fuck!" she spat with poisonous hostility!
She slipped her hand into her handbag. It had been slung over her shoulder this entire time. Pinned next to her by her attacker's ridiculously clumsy assault. It was within an instant that her nail file was removed from the bag and shoved into her attacker's hip. He screamed in agony and rolled to the side, freeing her of her prison.
She rose to her feet, as the attacker blubbered words of revenge. She picked up her torn underwear, placed it inside her bag and then cast her vision towards her attacker. A face she had never seen. Thinning hair, puffy red cheeks, a disgusting yellow fluid frothing from his nose. A body that revolted her. Excessively overweight, covered in sweat and grey hairs. The dismal excuse of a man had both hands clutched to the blade wedged in his side, as he sobbed uncontrollably. It seemed the blob wanted to remove the dagger, but lacked the strength.
"You're disgusting," she spat. "You use your muscle and yet, are pathetically weak. Why are vermin like you even allowed to exist?"
"YOU BITCH, CARA!" the mess on the ground wailed. "YOU'RE JUST A BIG A WHORE IN REAL LIFE AS YOU ARE ON TV! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS, YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!"
She rolled her eyes with distain, before smashing the heel of her shoe into the thing's crotch. He screamed, overcome with nothing, but pain. She then moved down onto one knee and pulled the blade free from her attacker. He yelped helplessly as the blood began to flow from the wound. Without warning, she slashed the weapon across the thing's neck with a single, elegant stroke. Blood bubbled forth and the thing's trembling stopped. It's corpse grew cold and pale, as she opened her mouth and whispered with a hateful hiss.
"My name isn't Cara."
"Is a city full of people, just a different kind of forest?"
Cara instantly froze and turned on the spot, her legs already beginning to tremble. Her fear vanished, replaced by annoyance, at the sight of Andy Savana sitting on a car bonnet, shining a flashlight from below his chin, creating a blend of light and shadow over his face.
"What do you want, Andy?" Cara asked, folding her arms, clearly unimpressed by the intrusion.
"I wanted to ask you something," was his reply.
"That's what the term 'business hours' is for. It's way too late to be dealing with you."
"Why are you here so late, anyway?" he inquired, turning the flashlight to her face. She squealed in annoyance and so he rested the light on her chest instead.
"Why would I tell you that?" she retorted. "And get that light off my boobs!"
"Is that what you call those egg flips?" he said, switching the flashlight off completely.
"Hmph!" she squeaked, turning on the spot and heading towards her car.
"When is Declan returning?" he shouted after her. The question caused her to stop dead in her tracks.
"Well," she said deviously. "I'm going to see him right now."
"That's not the kind of wrestling I'm talking about."
"He'll return when he's ready," Cara replied, showing no sign of annoyance. In fact her tone was noticeably cheerier. "Don't worry though, he's just as eager to humiliate you a third time, as you are to lose to him yet again."
"We'll see."
Cara heard him shuffle to the concrete and the tapping of his footsteps, as he walked away. Cara grinned, very pleased with herself, and then continued towards her car. She clicked the unlock button on the pocket sized controller and, in the brief flash that the lights activated, saw a figure only feet away.
"Andy is that -"
Her words were cut short, as a thick hand violently took hold of her hair and slammed her head into the roof of the car. Cara screamed in agony, as she bounced roughly to the ground. Within seconds, she felt the same hand wrap forcefully around her throat and a heavy frame come crashing down on her. The invader's second arm smashed across her chest, pinning both her arms down. She tried to scream, but a terrified gasp was all she was being allowed to produce. Soon the hand robbing her of oxygen lifted and she felt a crashing fist smash into her forehead and then a shuddering pain, as her skull bounced into the concrete.
"Scream all you want bitch, no one is going to hear you!"
She wailed loudly, as the giant hand was thrust forcefully into her crotch. She felt it take her panties by the handful and heard the tear as they were ripped from her body. She flailed and screamed until her body ached, but it was useless. This beast was too strong to be overcome and no one would rescue her.
"I didn't think you were going to come for me."
Cara shuddered as the monster drew it's tongue roughly across her cheek.
"There's not a thing in the world that could have stopped me."
She was shaking uncontrollably.
"Why did you make me say that to him?"
Tears were washing over her entire face.
"It was your life."
Her distress seemed only to excite the beast.
"You said you'd take care of me."
It was sweating profusely now.
"I respect him."
Unable to contain it's laughter.
"You said you love me!"
It's drool dripping onto her face.
"Our destinies are entwined now. Our lives merged as one."
It's tongue being forced inside her mouth.
"No!"
It's fingers running further and further up her thigh.
"Are you truly happy?"
"You want it, don't you?!"
"You gave up everything for me!"
Closer and closer to her...
"I have regrets. Everyone does."
"You're a horny, little bitch!"
"It isn't what I wanted!"
Closer still...
"The decision was difficult."
"A little slut!"
"You said nothing would hurt me! Not ever again!"
Her skin crawled as they moved closer...
"I have done terrible things."
"You want me!"
"I have done terrible things."
Her muscles tightened, as they moved closer still...
"Cara..."
"You want all of me!"
"You shouldn't have to ask."
She shuddered with terror of the inevitable penetration, as they moved even closer...
"I guess so."
"I know you do!"
"I love it here! I never want to leave!"
They ran like an arachnid over her crotch. In seconds...
"You're not an inconvenience."
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A NAUGHTY, LITTLE GIRL!!!"
"I'll always need you!"
"AND HERE IT COMES!!!"
"Are you really so pathetic, you're going to allow this to happen?"
It struck her. Not the penetration of her crotch, but of her mind. An idea. A single notion that had saved their soul.
"You fuck!" she spat with poisonous hostility!
She slipped her hand into her handbag. It had been slung over her shoulder this entire time. Pinned next to her by her attacker's ridiculously clumsy assault. It was within an instant that her nail file was removed from the bag and shoved into her attacker's hip. He screamed in agony and rolled to the side, freeing her of her prison.
She rose to her feet, as the attacker blubbered words of revenge. She picked up her torn underwear, placed it inside her bag and then cast her vision towards her attacker. A face she had never seen. Thinning hair, puffy red cheeks, a disgusting yellow fluid frothing from his nose. A body that revolted her. Excessively overweight, covered in sweat and grey hairs. The dismal excuse of a man had both hands clutched to the blade wedged in his side, as he sobbed uncontrollably. It seemed the blob wanted to remove the dagger, but lacked the strength.
"You're disgusting," she spat. "You use your muscle and yet, are pathetically weak. Why are vermin like you even allowed to exist?"
"YOU BITCH, CARA!" the mess on the ground wailed. "YOU'RE JUST A BIG A WHORE IN REAL LIFE AS YOU ARE ON TV! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS, YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!"
She rolled her eyes with distain, before smashing the heel of her shoe into the thing's crotch. He screamed, overcome with nothing, but pain. She then moved down onto one knee and pulled the blade free from her attacker. He yelped helplessly as the blood began to flow from the wound. Without warning, she slashed the weapon across the thing's neck with a single, elegant stroke. Blood bubbled forth and the thing's trembling stopped. It's corpse grew cold and pale, as she opened her mouth and whispered with a hateful hiss.
"My name isn't Cara."
