The sole occupier of her thoughts. Her ticket off this thrice-accursed world. But there were others vying for its beauty and she spotted one now, just...breaking through the grass to her left. He looked pale and ragged, cradling a broken arm but still he persisted towards the hill. She spun around and pounced on him, claws outstretched, and tore viciously at his chest until purple blood spurted forth and he fell limp. She kept thrashing still after he lay dead and even tried to tear out his nerve. He grabbed her hand on his glass holding it in front of him as he gently stroked it and looked into her green eyes. ''Shall we go back to mine or yours?'' He smiled as he stared at her, ''I mean I've got a good bottle of 25 year old bourbon, better than this stuff...'' He let out a sigh as she looked taken aback. ''Okay, let me go to the ladies room then we'll go.'' She grabbed her bag and walked off. He paid the tab; gathered his things waiting on her coming back and asked the barman to. "Oh god" she said "I've cum"She lay back against the bed for a few minutes, then her face lit up. " I enjoyed that, it's the best cum I've had for ages, now I'm going to call Lily and tell "her" to be here for 7.30. That will give us plenty of time to get you ready" "O.k pick whichever panties and bra you want" I went for the pink ones. " You be putting them on, I think I have a suspender belt and stockings which will go very nicely. She then brought a little black dress, my sister and I are. "Not good. Arms up," her accent is European.I raise my arms. I know what is going to happen. I ask, "Do you have aname?" Jes. I do." She locks my arms into the cuffs that hang from thisceiling. "Legs wide."I spread my legs. She locks them as well into the comfy cuffs."What is your name? Then."She glares at me. She pulls out a scalpel. She reaches into her lunchbag and pulls forth a sausage. "My name is not your name, slut."I am in weird land, but I strangely feel safe, until she waves.