I snored. He steeled his nerves - someone would be bent to his will, his power. Swiftly he prepped a knot to secure his prey. He gingerly placed my...wrist in the loop and then gathered my hands together. He managed two loops before I was aware. My scream was cut short by a brutal hand, crushing my mouth. The other held my hands fast and then he demanded that I hold still, smashing my body under his. Another hand jumped to my throat, when my lips were released, he wanted to know where. The light came on outside when he rang the doorbell."Andrey? What are you doing here?" Zoya asked."Hello, Zoya. May I come in?" I wasn't expecting visitors, but, yes, come in," she said."You are still so beautiful, Zoya. Are you doing alright?" Andrey stood near her as he talked."Andrey, you are full of the bullshit. But I am doing well, yes." Zoya turned to the living room as she spoke. "Please, let's sit and visit." I don't want to visit. I want to fuck you."Andrey grabbed her hand and pulled. Her scared eyes followed my hands while I reached down, and pulled up my electric drill. She was barely able to shake her head, blood pouring down from her mouth. I turned the drill on, and let it hum for a long moment, just to let Kari listen to its gentle music, which she was obviously so afraid of.I drilled a bolt straight through her foot, then another one, only slightly higher... then another one, just inches below her bloody and weak ankle. I drilled an equal amount of bolts through her. If anyone saw her they would have thought that she was running away from something more so than she was jogging. The weather and her own memories had teamed up to batter her darkened silky hair with its humidity augmented perfume and pheromones releasing skin. If she was running away from her own thoughts, her body on the other hand yearned to be chased and it was saying so loudly, like the echoes generated by loud shrieks sent in the middle of a valley of curves, perfected by eons of female.