SHOCK
by Mr. K
Gold squinted and winced in pain as his fist collided with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side, hair flying in a blond blur, and she stumbled sideways. Off balance and stunned, she was wide open for his next attack. He prided himself on his side kick, and he showed her why, delivering a powerful thrust to the tall woman’s ribs.
“Uhhhh …”
Her groan was sharp and guttural, coming from the deep pain that shot through her body. Again, there was a gleaming, golden blur as the six-foot-tall woman flew sideways, her feet leaving the ground. The wall to her left barely put up a fight, collapsing and showering her with plaster.
Gold sprawled out on her side, white dust spread itself on her golden body sheath. It frosted the long, blond tresses and coated her eyes. She sighed, and groaned again. This one was weaker, like her body was starting to surrender.
This massive man’s attack was like a tidal wave. She felt herself being lashed around like a rag doll as he nailed her with knee strikes and clenched fists. Even now, sprawled in the shattered plaster, she felt those thick, rock-like fists colliding with the back of her head and the lean, carved muscles of her back.
One golden-gloved hand feebly pushed its way through the rubble. Her mind rolled through images of pushing herself up from the floor to fight him, but a heavy boot pressed down on the small of the back. The powerful man twisted his foot around as if he was crushing a bug, grinding the golden heroine against the floor. She arched her back against the pain, rearing her head up, cringing in pain.
Her eyes squinted through the tangled hair and her red lips opened in a contorted silent scream.
Two black-gloved hands grabbed hold of the nest of blond. He took a moment, wrapping the long, thick hair, doubling it over in his fists and twisting tightly. He smiled when he heard the woman’s low, pained whine. Those bursts of electrical power that leapt from his body to hers every time he struck her were enough to keep her stunned, and to keep her powers scattered and neutralized.
One jolt after another.
The big, blond heroine was weak. The gas that he’d shot in her face had done the trick beyond his wildest hopes. He had watched her breasts spread out to the sides when she fell, face-first, on the floor, completely knocked out. That how she was for the beginning of this session - knocked out and helpless.
He had rolled her over on to her back, and for a moment he considered shoving his meat into her mouth. That should wait, he thought. It would be best if she really sucked his cock when she was conscious. He wanted it to be an act of submission.
When he had her by the hair, he yanked and lifted, pulling her to her knees. Instinctively, her hands came up and gripped his forearms. She could feel the thick muscle that was defeating her, but she was still stunned and groggy from the marathon beating he’d doled out to her. The toxins of his gas still flowed in her blood stream, and each nerve ending still trembled from the electric bursts that he’d given her.
As he yanked her head back, Gold clenched her teeth and sucked in a dose of dusty air. She could smell the sweaty musk of her assailant, and she could see him through the net of blond hair that covered her face. He was bigger than before. He was so much bigger than before. He was a world bigger than he was before she sent him to jail.
It was as if he wanted her to get a proper look at him. He held her there for a moment, on her knees, her head wrenched back, her large, round breasts in their golden sheen thrust forward, panting through her teeth and looking up at the towering man.
She could see his unit swelling in the skin-tight black body sheath, bigger and bigger. She could see his body rising and falling with his deep, husky breathing.
“Can you see me, Gold?”
The words came from deep in his bear-like body. They were edged with an anger that was almost supernatural.
“Did you miss me?” he snarled. He had waited years, in his solitary cell in that damn prison satellite, waiting for the day that he be able to punish Gold for her transgressions against him. He had trained, meditated, growing stronger, and perfected his science as he waited for the day that he would be able to say those words to Gold.
“Did you miss me?”
He slapped her across the face with his big right palm, jarring her head to the side. He did it again and again, bitch slapping the tall Nordic blond. Her hair whipped around and her face snapped to the side as he doled out his anger. Each slap contained an electric shock that jangled her nervous system.
There was a pause, then he gripped her head again and shook her.
“Filthycuntcow!”
One hand came down and gripped her throat. He stooped and jammed his hand between her thickly-muscled thighs. The blonde’s labia felt big and thick in his hand. With its long, big labia, Gold’s sex seemed to beg him to be clutched and squeezed and used as a tool to destroy her. He lifted with both hands, pulling her off her knees, then pressing her up in the air, over his head. Golden hair poured down, long, shapely legs flexed, and a helpless heroine groaned.
There was a moment, once, years before this, that she was battling the Faith Healer. She had taken flight, and was looping high in the sky, when the Faith Healer raised his hands, said an incantation, and took away her ability to fly. It was only temporary, but for that moment, it was all about her eternity. Her life was all about that moment when her body, suddenly, had weight and density in midair. She was no longer a Wiccan superwoman at one with the elements; she was woman with a human body in midair. She was just a tall blond high up where no human should be. There was a moment of helpless void.
When he pressed her overhead, she was back in that moment. A big man had mastered her, and she would wait, high above his head, until he was ready to decide her fate.
Massive muscles heaved in his back, and he slammed her down across his raised knee. Her back arched and her body formed a painful golden bow as he slammed her down hard. Again, he smiled as her big breasts heaved up and bounced.
Her arms spasmed.
This wasn’t exactly how he had imagined it, but this would do.
He had wanted the words to come out with a cool precise edge. While he was in prison, he envisioned Gold in a trap that he had laid, maybe gassed into unconsciousness in the manor home that he once occupied. Maybe, he would have electrocuted her. That would have been good. He had envisioned her shuddering as volts surged through her tall, lean body, then laying helpless and limp as he gathered her up from the cool marble floor of his mansion.
In his musings, she would awaken on a steel rack. She would look around in a mild panic, not sure where she was. He imagined her struggling to break her bonds as he looked on a laughed. That part of the fantasy wouldn’t be happening. It just hadn’t worked out that way.
In his fantasy, she was in her second-skin golden body suit, like a naked woman painted gold. He saw her in the footed cat suit, skin-stocking that she wore on the day that she captured him, He imagined her in the half-face mask that she wore on the day that she captured him. In his fantasy, her long, luxurious blond hair swept down to her waist.
That part came true. She looked right.
She still looked like what he had envisioned, and that was enough. She was wearing the sleek, smooth footed cat suit of golden body gloss. The half-face mask that concealed her identity was there, and the thick golden hair was now even longer, sweeping down past her shoulder to her mid back with a bit of a curl.
Her body was still that of an Olympic athlete, of a fitness model. Her muscles were firm, sculpted and conditioned. She was six-feet-tall and large-breasted, with washboard abs and the same curves that he carried to his fantasy meeting with her. This was a perfect feminine Adonis.
This was Gold.
He readjusted her, bringing her to her knees again and taking hold of her hair. He was able, again, to wrap the long hair around both fists, twisting and knotting it until she was firmly in his grasp.
His powerful hands pulled her head in, and mashed her face against the huge bulge in his skintight costume. The woman’s mouth met the hardening, and he rubbed her full, sensuous lips against the outline of his cock. Hard, sharp movement snapped her head from side to side, and she felt the outline of the wide head and the massive girth against her lip-stick model mouth.
“Just wanted you to get a sense of it what you have in store,” he said matter-of- factly. He mashed her face in some more, then, with a sudden surge and rage, pulled her up to her feet. With his hands still clasping her head, with his fingers still tangled in her hair, he lifted the big blond up and up and up.
Gold’s lips curled and pursed as she felt herself being lifted by her head in two vise-like hands. She watched the massive, muscular landscape of her captor go by as she rose higher and higher. Soon her feet dangled as she swayed high above the floor.
He held her as high above his head as he could.
“This will be a long process, whore.”
The electricity surged through him again, and her perfect body responded with a thousand tiny earthquakes.
He slammed her down, watching as she fell on her side. He wasted no time, grabbing her breasts and yanking her to her knees again. There was a pause, as he squeezed and flexed his hands, kneading her breasts and mashing them together. He massaged them with harsh, angry palms, crushing and twisting the round, golden globes.
“Big girl…” he growled.
He dug one hand in between her shapely legs, and grabbed her throat again. He lifted her up, pressing her above his head, then slammed her down again. She released a deep, throaty groan.
“Tits…” he growled.
As if it was a ritual of their own personal culture, he went for her breasts again. He grabbed her big breasts and used them to pull her up to her knees. He liked her on her knees as much as I liked the feeling of her tits.
She moaned, her head sagging down, messy blond hair again tumbling over her face. A new energy seemed to posses him, and his hands came up to her throat. Both hands sought her tender windpipe, and the man smiled. He began strangling Gold.
Now her head was upright, held in the collar of his two, thick hands. For a moment her hands rose, but a moment later, the weight of weakness dragged them down. Shock was choking her out.
The thick, firm muscles of her golden frame went slack and blood pounded in her ears. Through blurring vision, she could see the huge, toothy smile play across the masked face of the man-mountain. As the darkness folded over her head, she could hear him laughing.
Again, there was a ritual to be savored, and he slowly removed his grip from her windpipe. Each finger took its time, unwrapping and loosening as it pulled away from the woman’s slender neck. He watched as the woman’s hair clung to his gloves and the fabric of his costume. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched the unconscious woman topple over. She lay curled in the fetal position.
Gold was still exquisite, he mused. A valkerie. Her body was more than the frail little women he saw in the magazines while he sat in that cell. Looking at her now, curled, unconscious, on her side at his booted feet, he could still see the power and beauty of the heroine goddess.
“Look at those thighs. Perfect.”
He reached down and grabbed hold of her ankle. Sometimes the magic liquid that formed her second-skin formed high heeled boots, but today it was heelless golden stockings. It was like part of a golden cat suit. He clutched that ankle and walked, dragging the woman’s long body behind.
In those moments, for that brief time that her slick body sheath and long blond hair dragged the floor, his mind rolled back to the voices he heard in that prison colony. He remembered feeling like a dwarf in a canyon; everyone there had some sort of superpower, some sort of dark god-like ability.
He was a scientist.
His mind was something superhuman, but he felt puny and angry in the company of some of the super-villains.
He felt bested all around.
It was when he met Bandit that this all started to come together.
“You were captured by Gold?” the burly man asked him. He no longer
had his black mask, black cowboy hat, and wild-west outfit, but he still
forced his prim
“Yes, I was,” responded the scientist.
“She hammered you good?”
“Yes, she finally captured me in this golden light power thing that she does.”
Bandit was nodding.
“Same thing she did to me. But I captured her, too.”
The student perked up. She had disrupted his plans to build super people through genetic engineering, she had battled his minions, defeated them, and captured him, but he had never been able to control her. When he said that, he felt his excitement rise.
“You captured her?” he asked.
“Yeah. See, that power of hers … that golden skin sheen, that golden coloring and the glow that surrounds her … that’s her power. That’s her witchy thang. If you do something that screws with her nervous system … like, I gassed her. If you do that sort of thing … that sort of thang … you can make alla’ that power go away. Then she’s yours.”’
“You gassed her?”
“Yeah, she had me knocked down, and I had my little gas gun on me. I shot full in the face with that gas. It was great; she was grabbing her throat, chokin’ and staggerin’, fallin’ down on her knees. I kicked her a bunch, grabbed her throat and choked her an’ …shit … Beat her good.”
He could see that that he wanted to hear more.
“Strung her up. I strung that big bitch up. Had her hands, her wrists, tied up above her head in the barn.” He smiled to himself when his mind traced back over the details of what he did to her. “ She’s got those nice, big tits, right? Well, while she was all sleepy and groggy I got her strung up, and then I tied up her tits. I wrapped rope ‘round the right one, and tied it to the wood pillar. Took a rope, tied up her left one, and ran the rope through a pulley. Hung big ole’ weight on that one. Got it fixed up right, then lowered it real slow like. Tortured her.”
He had to ask.
“Did you fuck her? Did you have her?”
“Oh sure. First, I stood in front of her, fingered her clit, and I tell you, that gal’s got a big ol’ clit. Big and thick. Rolled it ‘round and ‘round and she got all juicy, breathin’ hard and pullin’ at those chains. Came hard. I did it again, making that weight lower some while I did it, little pleasure and pain. Then I really fucked her. Fucked her in the ass and up the big, blond pussy. She was good.”
He was staring at him intensely. He must have remembered her moans.
“She was a screamer,” he said with a smile. “Gas her first,” he added.
Gas her first.
And he had.
Down the hall, around a corner, and through a large, wide room of the vacant house, he dragged Gold. Her arms swept along the floor and her hair seemed to paint a trail of blond behind her. At some point during the drag, limp arms trailing, her eyes flickered open. She knew immediately that he was taking her, but she had no idea where or how to stop him. She was gassed, she was beaten, and he was going to rape her. All was clear.
He dropped her long leg when they reached the rooftop stairwell. Eager but methodic, he reached down and scooped up the woman. Limp and beaten, she allowed herself to be slung around and thrown over the villain’s shoulder. Her round, sculpted ass was up in the air, and her long limbs swayed as he took her up a few steps to the roof. His hand clutched her ass.
“How … did … you?”
Her question was breathy and broken by the weakness in her body. It was a whisper. Her head still spun in the cloud created by that gas that he had sprayed in her face.
“Why … why are you … doing … ? How…?”
“You really don’t know, do you?’
With one hand, he opened the rooftop door. Striding and huge, the man in the black, skin-tight costume walked to the edge of the roof. He enjoyed the moment, standing on the edge and being big. He enjoyed the moment, the tall and powerful blond was defeated and slung over his shoulder. He could smell her fragrant hair and feel the slickness of her golden skin suit.
With her powers gone the golden magical sheath was nothing but golden paint on a tall, athletic naked woman. He nudged his big index finger between the firm cheeks of her ass. The warmth of her backside embraced his probing finger as he sought her anus.
“You’re going to fuck me.”
“I am.”
He made it a point to slowly work his finger up the asshole of the woman who was folded over his shoulder. This would be her first taste of what he had planned for her.
“I was
Her voice was clearer now as he dumped her to the concrete of the roof.
“Lane. You … you worked with Vixen. You created … you turned humans into freaks.”
He raged as he rearranged her body on the rooftop.
“I CREATED GODS!”
He edged her towards the very end, letting her head and shoulder hang off of the rooftop. He flung her arms over the side also, her breasts up-thrust. Blond hair blew in the wind.
“I created perfection, and you took it from me.”
“And you used that sick technology on yourself when you got out of prison, didn’t you?. That’s what turned you into this monster.”
He grabbed her pussy, gripping the thick lips with one cruel hand. She screamed as he pinched her labia unmercifully.
“I’m a monster into which you breathed life,
Gold.”
That hand continued to squeeze her sex as the other undid his costume. The muscular thighs flexed and worked, and she bit down on her lower lip. There was no doubt that he was taking out his cock, and there was even less doubt that she was able to do nothing about it. The gas was more than enough to keep her feeble, but when one took the electric shocks that he produced into account, the tall Nordic woman was helpless.
With her head tilted over the side as it was, and her upper body dipped back, the arched superwoman lived in that slow helpless moment. She heard the wind whistling and the rustle of leaves on the trees below. This man had beaten her.
She felt the massive, thick girth of his organ laid out on the blonde thicket of her crotch. Gold had a big mound and a vivid delta wedge of curly blond hair. The long pronounced lips of her cunt seemed to almost pulse for him on the roof that day. He traced it with a cock that had been swollen and hardened like an armored animal.
Able to raise her head just a bit, she looked down at the monster that had laid itself out on her crotch. It was huge, and seemed to stare at her. This would be just like the night on which she, Alley Kat, Night Star, and Cutlass battled his small army of genetically altered humans. She remembered the sounds of battle and sex echoing off the marble walls of his posh manor house as they three heroines fought to subdue the man-monsters. The heroines, in what was left of their costumes, won that night, but just barely. Each of them, during the fight, had been fucked by the mutants.
As her captor began rubbing his cock against the sleek body stocking that covered the six-foot blond, Gold conjured up images of that fight all those years ago. Her pussy shuddered.
One of the mutants that he created had Alley Kat by the hair. Muscles rippled as he lifted with both hands, hoisted her up and slammed her … slammed her … slammed her head against the wall. Blond and tall in a skin-tight black-and-white costume, the woman’s only reaction was to go limp.
“Uhhhhh!”
Large melon breasts in the cut-out cleavage space of her black cat suit shook as he slammed her like a rag doll. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and her sensuous pink mouth fell into an empty gape. The altered man lifted her in a scoop, cradling her like a baby, and dropped her back across his knee. Her red lips twisted in a silent scream.
While he had her there, he grabbed hold of her large right breast and started to twist. As she suffered under his grip, another one, still dripping with the goo in which these creatures were created, was delivering a right cross to Night Star’s face. There was a sudden blur of red hair as the black-clad heroine was driven by a huge fist, smacking face-fist into the white marble wall. There was a moment that she was silhouetted there – jet-black body stocking and bright red hair standing out against the white stone. She was there for a second, then the massive man grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around. Another one kneed her in her sharply defined abs, doubling her over.
Red curls tumbled and two big fists hammered on her back, beating her to the floor. The same hands lifted her and flung her up against the wall. The first mutant slapped a big open hand across her face – just a superhuman bitch slap. Then another. Left, then right. Right, then left. The shapely woman was thrashed from side to side, then gave a deep, strangled groan as one monstrous hand grabbed her windpipe, and another grabbed her between the legs.
Another mutant edged his way in and gripped her tits.
Gold watched the defeat of the other heroines from the back of the room where three of the muscle-bound freaks held her in place. They had attacked her as one, dog-piling on the tall blond. She remembered the smell of sweat and musk from the big arm that was wrapped around her throat, pinning her back against the barrel chest and massive body. Another had her long, athletic legs pinned together and held tightly against his side, and the last, a woman, awkwardly had her around the waist, her arms squeezed to her sides. While Dr. Lane lectured her, the powerful, muscular female freak sucked hard on Gold’s right nipple. She would bite at it, frustrated that her teeth could not quite break through the golden sheath.
Back then, Dr. Lane was playing the role of the mad scientist to the hilt. Hair mussed and mad from his hands being run through them, he approached the captive woman. All of the big arms and muscular bodies of his creations wrapped around her made him smile; he had created these beings.
“Look at how we’ve defeated you.”
Cutlass was already unconscious. They tossed her limp frame, Night Star’s, and Alley Kat’s on the pool table – three shapely women laid out side-by-side. One by one, the victors withdrew monster cocks and mounted the women. As Gold watched the cocks disappear into their bodies. As the women gasped and clenched their teeth, Gold took a deep breath, and showed them that she still had her powers, and they had accomplished nothing.
She freed the others and captured the doctor that day.
Years later, she was laid out on the roof of a vacant home with the transformed doctor looming over her. She was his captive again.
“You can’t stop me, Gold.”
He adjusted her, making sure that her head and shoulders were hanging over the edge, then he pulled back and plunged into her sex. There was no way for him to see her face, her head was slumped out of sight, but he heard her scream, and felt the sudden strain in her body. He saw her hands tense, fingers curled. He pulled back, juices flowing around his meat, and slammed home in her pussy again.
This time he delivered an electrical burst.
The walls of her sex gripped his tool, quivered, betraying the captive woman, responding to the man-beast. He pumped in her, his body rippling with the powerful electrical surges that he now gave off during sex.
Soon, he was pumping burst after electrical burst into her long, lean body. Soon, he was fucking her.
“Uhhhhhhhh …. Ohhhhhh ….Uhhhhhhhh….!!!”
She was screaming out with every attack of his big, hard penis.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he laughed.
He withdrew his cock, pulled her back towards him, and moved up to her face, squatting over the woman. It wasn’t important that she suck him off, it was enough to have his cock in her mouth. It was enough to rape her mouth.
He shoved the mushroom tip and the massive shaft past Gold’s sensuous lips. The big man mounted her face, straddling her head, and he jammed his tool down to the back of her throat. Shock began to pump his hips, fucking Gold’s mouth.
Still slick with her sex juices, the big penis was pungent and salty. It was thick and wide, forcing her to stretch her mouth, and to press her tongue down, opening the back of her throat. She could feel the slick action of the massive, thick-veined tool raping her mouth.
She gagged, and her eyes rolled up in her head.
The man pulled it out, a trail of saliva following, slid her back to the edge, and mounted the prone heroine again. Juicy and swollen, her pinkness allowed him in with no resistance. No tightening. No resistance of the cunt muscles to force him away. Recently fucked and flooded with Tracy Hannah’s - Gold’s - juices, the big, sore vagina seemed to swallow his massive tool whole.
“Uhhhhh,” The sound escaped from her rich, red lips as she tilted her head back and received him again. She felt him pull her in closer and adjust himself, wrapping his arms below her muscular thighs and press them forward and up. Her body ended up curled below him, her legs draped over his shoulders, her pussy open and vulnerable to his thrusts. Looking up, she could see her captor framed by her golden-sheathed, athletic legs. He gripped her thighs. Through his mask, he was cringing and glaring at her. He was thrusting into her, and her head was flung back over the edge of the building.
Minutes went by in a flurry of deep, angry thrusts, and then he slowly pulled out. Again, she released a deep, guttural moan, her head rocking to the left. The man bent on revenge readjusted his captive again, this time dragging her by her legs pulling her back from the edge. Just like her sex, her mouth was still pursed and seemed almost eager to be entered over and over. With powerful hands, he gripped her hair, again, and pulled her head into him as he buried his tool down her throat.
This time, he would really choke her. He would really gag with his cock. Shock stuffed her airway with his meat, pushing with his hips, and he waited. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the woman’s feeble struggles. She was trying her best to arch her back, to twist out from under him, but soon he felt her golden, lean body fade below his bulk.
“So sweet,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting for sooooo long to feel you dying below me like this.”
He looked down to see the eye lids sliding closed over the big blue eyes of the blond woman. The muscles in her face and neck worked as if she was trying to gulp air, but her brain continued to fade.
Those blue eyes closed, and Gold was unconscious. He stayed there for a moment, pumping his erection in her slack, open mouth, then he withdrew again. Stopping to gloat, and stare at the unconscious woman was a given, and he did just that.
“You are a beauty,” he said aloud on that rooftop. He stood, his hard tool swinging freely, and pressed the toe of one black boot down on her right breast, and watched it spread and roll below his foot. She lay unconscious as he enjoyed the mass of her large, firm tit below his boot.
“So, nice.”
She was limp and yielding as he flipped her over and spread her legs. He felt the impulse to fuck her from behind, but then her one unused passage seemed to ask for him. It seemed to beg for his cock. Her gorgeous buttocks were firm, tight, and round. With big
hands he spread her ass cheeks and aimed his cock at her.
The woman moaned. The man plunged into her.
His first thrust took his shaft half-way into her. Driving from the hips, he backed off a bit, enjoying the tightness of her asshole, then drove his big tool again, digging deeper into the sleek, muscular woman.
Gold found herself being painfully twisted out of her veil of sleep as he fucked her up the ass. Wide-eyed, she screamed her way back into the world of the living. Her asshole was tight, but it had yielded, and her hard body absorbed the electric shocks and the brutal intrusion.
Villain cock was buried in her ass.
It had been a long time since a villain had taken her in the ass like this. The week before, when she thought she had gotten a hold of the Rook, his brother, the other Rook, slipped up behind her and deftly jammed a long middle finger up her tight ass. Her golden costume sheath was depowered, and the villain was able to finger rape her asshole out of nowhere.
Now, she was being fucked in the ass on a rooftop.
“Been waiting so long,” he hissed.
Before that, The League of the Black Cat and Humiliatrix had their ways with her. Dildos, one after the other, up her ass. They ran a train on her.
“Been waiting so long…”
He gave her jolt after jolt. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and Gold passed out again.
When Shock was done, and Gold was fully-defeated, he disposed of her. He wrapped her in coils of wire that he found on that rooftop. He bound her long legs together, and lashed her wrists behind her back.
When Shock was done with the woman, he made a crisscross of chains that made an X between her breasts, and formed a tight collar around her neck. He gave her a tightly-woven belt of chains.
She woke up again sometime while he was hoisting her to his shoulder and walking to the other side of the roof.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’re going over. It won’t kill you. I won’t kill you today. Your superior body and powers, though diminished, will protect you. I will stalk you, and defeat you over and over.
She let her head sag down again, weakness still controlling her. With her face mashed against his back, she could smell his sweat, and the cool sweet air of the evening. She could feel the power of his body, and the utter helplessness of his own.
When they reached the edge, he placed her down and rolled her to the very side
“I want you to think about this, Gold.”
She only stared at him. His hands were on her body one last time, kneading her breasts and thighs. Almost ravenous, he searched all over her, shoving his fingers in her mouth, pinching her nipples, squeezing her muscles and feminine curves.
“Think about how you thought you had won, and how I came back. Think about how I beat you, destroyed you, raped you, and now how I am leaving you to ponder our future together.”
The woman tilted her head back, letting the wind take her hair again.
“Tell me your real name,” he said. “What could it hurt now? I already know so much about you.”
Something in her moved her. She would never be able to explain what.
“Tracey Hannah.”
Her voice was a whisper, more or less, in that high wind.
He hoped that she was pondering all of it as he gripped her ankles, and flipped her over the side. He waited. He waited until he heard the crunch of her body landing on a parked car, and the scream of the traumatized car alarm. He looked over, saw the tall, bound woman unconscious and framed in the wreckage of a smashed car. Blond hair was netted in a wild web as if it was trying to reach out and take hold of the crushed metal. He walked off.
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