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Red
Feline on the Cross - Chapter 1 - The Old House
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| Red Feline
fell to the dirty floor, her body sounding like a
sack of potatoes. Her mind was in the dark.
There were no thoughts, no images, no dreams,
nothing that could give her a sense of being there.
As if she was under anesthesia.
The stranger stood looking at her,
the body rolling slowly into a resting position after
she fell. The sounds of the street were going on their
normal routine, city life had not changed.
There was no connection between the
inside and the outside of the house. They were
two separate worlds. Nothing from the outside
would influence the inside. The woman had no way of
escaping her fate..
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| The man observed the young
woman below him. He knelt down to see more of her,
he gently moved her arm which was covering her breast.
She was certainly beautiful even if the dark big
glasses covered her face. Her features were
fine, elegant. Her red hair unusual. She
was not from these parts.
Red Feline was living one of the dark images her
mind often called up during her lonely nights.
She had fears, one of them that she would fall into
the hands of dangerous people.
She was not afraid of the unknown but she was afraid
of real dangers lurking behind the shadows of
the real world. She was now at the mercy of
one of those fears, the one fear she ignored that
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| The man slowly uncovered
one breast, one of the breasts he had watched
her touching. It was round and very nicely shaped,
not to big, not to small, just perfect. She
didn't feel anything when he pressed his hand against
her breast as he caressed it slowly, feeling her soft,
tight skin under his rough hand. Her nipples
were still erect, because of the game she had played,
because of the cold in the room.
He had all the time in the world, there was no rush.
He could rip her clothes off right there and
then, he could take her body, he could do anything
he wanted. |
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| Red Feline was defenseless,
she was unconscious, incapable of defending herself.
She had imagined herself in that very situation and
dreaded the thought of it ever happening to her. She
told herself she would never let it happen. She always
took precautions, never drinking too much with people,
never engaging in drugs or in situations that could
lead to where she was now. Of course, she never thought
that there had been someone in the house with her. If
she had suspected that to be the case she would've been
far more careful.
There was such a thing as too much confidence. Now
she was the victim of her carelessness, if anything.
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| The man wanted to see her
face, so he took her glasses off. Her face was so
innocent looking. She seemed like a sleeping
beauty, peacefully dreaming of her prince. Her
body tempting, her mouth ready for a kiss.
He put the glasses away and grabbed her wrists
to lift her up.
Red Feline was not aware of what was about to happen,
she was not aware that what she had feared the most
was about to become a reality.
Away from home, away from reality, away from herself. |
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