“Its like it was meant for me to open it,” she said when she unlocked it.One lock outta the way I went to open the next one, the one with the hook...that goes in the hole, but for the life of me I couldn’t the hook to budge, it felt like I was trying to life Thor’s hammer.“Maybe this one’s mine then,” Rita said as she walked over and lifted the lock off with ease. “I guess I don’t know my own strength.”I smirked at her and stared at the last lock, a deadbolt. Figuring this one had to be mine, I. Tall boots extended up to mid thigh. Her arms were also covered but her fingers were bare.A stray breeze blew and she felt it across her bare ass. She no longer minded how much he would hurt her. She could not quite admit she wanted that part but deep down she knew she did. With this outfit the damage would be reduced.It would suck to have her lover kill her in his passion.He might still. She knew this. It was part of what made it so amazingly overwhelming. Fucked to death. Would they put that. I was a little disappointed though, while I was getting ready for tonight I had gotten so wet with anticipation of what might happen afterwards I stayed wet all throughout dinner. I hope she hadn't notice me shifting a lot in my seat, I couldn't help but rub my legs together trying to calm my throbbing pussy. I had definitely not had feelings like this in quite a while. After arriving home to an empty house I decided I better take care of my problem quick. I kicked off my heels and collapsed. "Go home, round eye. Go back to your husband," the woman said sternly."I haven't got a husband," Vera replied. "I don't need one." You don't need a husband? Well, well, well, so you thought you'd come down here, all alone and in the wrong part of town. Go home, go home little girl." But I need... I need..." Vera started before she realised what she was saying."What do you need? Tell me, tell me what brings you here." No one in the compound understands." Vera decided to play the rebel card..