I wanna rap3 someone. Okay strange way to start, but lets keep going.
I actually wanna kidnap someone.
I want to drug someones drink at the club. They won't even realize. I'll offer them a drink in the bathroom, one i had packed myself, straight out of my legwarmer or purse or pocket. It's a shooter with vodka, and the original contents had already been long gone. I filled it with vodka and sleeping meds or something, pills to make them loopy and delirious. I offer it to them, and they accept it. They down it.
They go back to dancing, and i follow them. We dance together, and i keep getting them drinks. They say theyre getting too drunk, they might need to go home. I laugh and get them another. Then i offer them a ride home, i can drive, I've barely drank. They get in my car, and they don't even pay attention to where I'm taking us.
We get to my house. I help them inside, doing most of the work. I drag them to my bed, and only when i drop them down, do they start to complain.
They ask where they are. They ask what I'm doing. They ask what's going on.
I tell them they're too drunk to find their way home, but they can stay at mine. We'll share my bed. I do it all the time.
They don't seem happy about it, but they don't argue. Not until i start stroking along their thigh, not until i straddle them. That's when they start to argue.
They try to push me away, but they're so drunk and uncoordinated. They can hardly focus enough to do anything. I hold their wrists down, pressing them into my bed. I kiss them, and they try to stop me. I keep going.
Eventually they start to cry. They sob and beg me not to touch them. They beg me not to hurt them. I only smile and lick away their tears.
They keep crying, and i keep going. I give them back their hands, not that they're much use, and instead start stripping them. I start with their shoes and socks, aren't i kind? Then i pull off their cute shirt and their tiny shorts. I touch them through their underwear, then i pull those down too. I kiss them again, and drag my teeth down their neck.
I bite them. I'm never allowed to bite with my full strength, but who are they to stop me? I bite their neck and collarbones bruised and bloody, same with their shoulders, their tits, their stomach, their hips, and their thighs. I bite Deep, as hard and as deep as i can.
They scream and sob throughout it all, hitting and pushing at my head, but i ignore their feeble attempts to get me away.
I eat them out. I finger them. I don't care about their pleasure, i just wanna see how they react. I bite them, hard, right on their clit. They scream. I laugh.
I bite their inner thighs bloody, i scrape at them with my nails, leaving crimson trails across their skin. They keep screaming and crying and hitting me. I ignore them, they're too weak and uncoordinated to hurt me.
Eventually i stand, and they breathe a sigh of relief. They think I'm done. I'm not.
I come back with a bottle, a fifth of vodka, and i pet along their hair and make them drink it. They keep crying, but i wipe their tears away. I don't pull the bottle away until they're done.
When they eventually pass out, i take so many pictures of them. Close ups of each wound, each scar they'll wake up with, each trail of blood and tears, of everything.
I pick them up, and carry them back to my car. Then i drive them to the street down from the club. I leave them in an alleyway.
If they remember anything of the night, i hope they enjoy it.
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