Jared and I studied together until dinnertime.I met up with Damian, Jay, Shawn Byrd, Trevor, Tony, and G. J. at the elevator when I got to my floor in...Hartranft. Damian waved to me and said, "Join us, Kyle. We're heading for dinner."I glanced at my watch. It was only 5:15. I was supposed to meet Kelly, Bev, and company at 5:30. "It's too early. I'll see you guys later." Kelly?" Damian asked. I nodded yes. "You got it bad for that girl." My only answer was a nod and a big grin.Damian was right.. Not the kind of guy who sets up a torture dungeon, but if I’m going to fuck, well, rape a girl, then I want it to hurt. To hurt, damn it! What’s the point of raping a girl if her only suffering is a prick up her snatch! I I picked up one of the heels. It was a sleek pump, three-inch stiletto, salmon-pink grosgrain in a subdued satin, and it complemented her dress perfectly. Didn’t know I’m a fashion expert, did you? Well, I’m also a fashion abuser. I took the heel, and. His cock was inches from my face, glistening with her saliva, but I knew if I touched him he would stop me. God, I love that cock. He pulled me up as he positioned her for penetration. She was on her knees and he behind her, standing on the floor. I dripped some extra lube on his cock and held him in position. His cock slipped into her ass with a slight pop of the head. Carmen moaned and gripped the pillow she was holding. He pushed forward and was all the way in. I loved watching it go in and. When the police investigated, they could find nothing. Her purse wasn’t found, her bag wasn’t found, her phone wasn’t found, nothing. There was nothing on CCTV. They tried pinging her phone but nothing.So the FBI was brought in for an attempted kidnapping. Every year, thousands of young white girls disappear. A lot of them are runaways leaving a bad home situation. Some of them are kidnapped by deranged psychos who kill them. Some just disappear. As usual, the FBI started with the family. They.