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She takes a detour toward the less crowded wing—the one with the overpriced furniture store and the hallway to employee-only areas. Stupid girl. Doesn’t she know malls are built like traps? Dead ends everywhere. I quicken my pace, closing the gap.

“Excuse me.” My voice is calm, friendly. She turns, a polite smile already forming. “I think you dropped this?” I hold out a dummy earring I palmed earlier.

Her brow furrows. “Oh, I don’t think that’s mine… but thanks.” She’s too trusting. I step closer, into her space.

“Are you sure? Bang Jeemin?” I let her name slide off my tongue like candy. Her eyes widen.

“How do you know my name?”

My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist. “I know everything about you, baby. Every post. Every photo. Every place you like to shop.” I twist her arm behind her back and shove her toward the employee hallway. The door swings shut behind us.

She struggles, but I’m bigger. I slam her against the concrete wall, my forearm across her throat. “Scream and I’ll break your jaw. Nod if you understand.” She nods, tears welling.

I shove my hand under her hoodie, pinching her nipple through her bra. She gasps, and I squeeze harder. “Been dreaming about these tits. Fucking perfect.” I pull her bra down, exposing her. I lean in and bite her nipple—hard. She whimpers.

“Shh, shh. You love this. You just don’t know it yet.” My fingers slide down, hiking her shorts up. I shove my hand inside her panties. She’s already wet. Traitor body. I push two fingers into her pussy without warning. Her back arches, a choked sob escaping.

“That’s it. Take it.” I pump into her, my thumb circling her clit. Her legs start shaking. I add a third finger, stretching her. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, you are.” She convulses, first orgasm ripping through her. I don’t stop. I pull out and shove those same fingers into her mouth. She gags.

“Taste yourself.” I hold her jaw, forcing her to suck. Then I yank her shorts down fully, spin her around, and bend her over my knee. My palm comes down on her bare ass—crack. A red handprint blooms. Crack, crack. She’s sobbing now, but I don’t care. My fingers find her asshole, pushing in dry. She screams into her own hand.

I pull her up and throw her onto a stacked display of cardboard boxes. She lands on her back. I’m on her in seconds, ripping my jeans open. My cock springs out, thick and leaking. I line up with her cunt and slam in. No foreplay. No mercy.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream. I grab her throat and squeeze. “Look at me. Look at who’s fucking you.” Her vision blurs. I thrust harder, deeper, the sound of wet skin filling the hallway. I wrap her legs over my shoulders—missionary. Then I lift her, still inside her, carrying her as I walk. She bobs on my cock with every step, half-conscious.

I lower her onto a loading dock bench, flipping her onto her stomach. Full nelson—I hook my arms under hers, locking behind her head, fucking up into her from below. Her legs dangle, shaking violently. I shift again, lifting her legs up by her ankles—piledriver. Her ass is in the air, her head on the floor. Gravity forces me deeper. She gurgles.

Second orgasm hits her, then third—I feel her clench and pulse around me. Her eyes roll back. I don’t stop. I slap her face. “Stay with me. You’re gonna take every drop.”

I pound into her until I feel my own release building. I pull out just long enough to shove my fingers back into her pussy, then inside her ass, then back to her pussy—multitasking her holes. She’s a mess. Drool, tears, cum leaking out of her.

I flip her onto her back one last time, mount her, and fuck her raw until I’m spilling deep inside her. “Breed you. Fucking breed you full.” I press my weight down, my hand back on her throat. I squeeze until her struggling stops, until she goes limp.

I check her pulse. Still there. Good.

I pull a heavy-duty body bag from my backpack—I came prepared. I roll her inside, zip it up to her neck. Her head lolls, unconscious. I drag her out the service exit, into the parking garage.

But I’m not done. Not yet. I want her seen.

I drive her to the rooftop of a nearby abandoned building. I set up a chair, tie her to it, hogtied—wrists bound to ankles behind her back. Her hoodie is pulled up, shorts gone. Just her bra and panties, torn. I position her facing the skyline. A display.

I take photos. Then I wait for her to wake up.

I watch her eyelids flutter. The drug is wearing off, but she's still groggy, still trying to piece together what happened. Her wrists strain against the zip ties binding her ankles to her wrists behind the chair. The position forces her chest forward, her tits spilling out of the torn bra. A strand of drool hangs from her lips.

I step into her line of sight. Her eyes focus, then widen with horror. She tries to scream, but her throat is raw—only a raspy croak comes out.

"Welcome back, baby girl."

I circle behind her. My hand grabs her ponytail, yanking her head back. I press my cock against her cheek, slapping it across her face. "You missed the first round. But don't worry. I saved the best for last."

I walk to the front of the chair, grab her jaw, and force my cock past her lips. She gags instantly, tears streaming. I don't slow down. I fuck her throat, her nose pressed against my pelvis, her muffled chokes filling the empty rooftop. I hold her there until she starts turning blue, then pull out just enough for her to gasp air before shoving back in.

"No swallowing," I growl, pulling out fully. I stroke myself over her face, painting her cheeks, her forehead, her closed eyes with ropes of cum. She sputters, some of it dripping into her mouth anyway.

I wipe my cock on her hair and walk away. Leave her there, blind and sticky, for ten minutes. The sun is setting. The city lights flicker on below us. No one can see us up here. No one hears her pathetic whimpers.

I come back with a length of rope. I cut the zip ties and force her onto her hands and knees on the gravel roof. The sharp stones dig into her palms. I tie her wrists together, then loop the rope around her ankles, pulling them back until her feet are bound to her wrists—arched back, her cunt exposed to the sky.

I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I spit on her asshole, then shove my thumb in without warning. She screams, full-throated this time. I work my thumb in and out, then add a second finger, stretching her. Her whole body trembles.

"Never had anything in here, have you? Fucking tight." I pull my fingers out and replace them with my cock. I press the head against her asshole and push. She screams again, her body trying to buck away, but the ropes hold her in place. I force my way in inch by inch, feeling her sphincter fight me, then give.

"Fuck, yes." I grab her hips and start fucking her ass. Slow at first, then faster, harder. The sound of my pelvis slapping against her is obscene. She's crying, drooling onto the gravel. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing rough circles while I pound into her ass.

Her legs start shaking. That traitor body of hers responding again. "Yeah, cum on my cock. Cum from getting your asshole destroyed." She does—a violent, shuddering orgasm that makes her go limp. I keep fucking her through it.

I pull out and flip her onto her back. She's barely conscious. I lift her legs onto my shoulders and line up with her pussy, still slick with my cum from earlier. I slam in. She gags, a broken sound. I grab her throat with both hands this time and squeeze.

"What's my name?" I hiss.

She can't answer. Her eyes are rolling back. I squeeze harder, feeling her windpipe compress under my thumbs. Her hands flutter weakly against my wrists. I fuck her faster, deeper, wilder—her body convulsing beneath me. I release her throat just long enough for a breath, then clamp down again.

I feel her pussy clamp around me—unconscious orgasm. Her body keeps milking me even as she slips away. I roar and empty myself into her, pumping load after load deep into her womb.

I fall forward, catching myself on my elbows, breathing hard. She's out cold. Again.

I sit back and look at her. Bruises forming on her neck. Cum leaking out of both holes. Her doll hair tie still intact, the plastic doll face smiling up at the sky.

I pull her body off the chair and drag her to the edge of the rooftop. Below, the parking lot of a convenience store. I can see people walking in and out.

I pull out my phone and dial 911, muffling my voice with my hand.

"Some girl on the rooftop of the old Meridian Building. Looks like she's been attacked. Hurry."

I hang up. I won't be here when they arrive. But I'll be watching from the crowd. I always do.

I drag her back from the edge, just enough so she'll be found but not seen from the street. I untie her wrists, leave her spread-eagled on the gravel, naked, cum-covered, unconscious.