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Switchblade

Looking out her window this evening
She watches the vehicles pass
Her loft is dark, very quiet
letting the shadows play with her

Sitting on her window sill
She does not hear the noises
The door opens, he walks in
She is grabbed from behind

Struggling, unable to scream
Her fingers are clawing against flesh
She is dragged away from the window
Hand full hair, thrown to the floor

Scrambling, he kneels over her
His hand around her neck
She gasps, her eyes filling with tears
Her body stiffens slightly

Fear takes hold
He is not letting go
Pulling out his switchblade
Cuts into clothing, scraping recherché skin

Exposing her breasts, wicked grin
Stares at him, he straddles her
He leans down, takes in her scent
Leans back, slicing more, revealing more

She struggles against him
Flinging her legs about
he pins her legs with his legs
Puts the blade against her neck

She pleads with her eyes
He reaches for the bulge in his jeans
Unzipping, pulling out his cock
Watching her as he does

He forces her legs apart
Taking his cock with his hand
Forcing himself inside of her
She tries to scream but nothing is heard

He starts to fuck her hard
Her face goes blank
Knife against neck cutting in
Closing her dark eyes nothing she can do

Tears flow down to her ears          
Fucking hard he smack her face
Head turning with his brutal force
Blood appears in mouth, on her neck

Stabbing the blade into the floor
Startling her, grabbing her neck
As he rams his cock in and out of her
His grip tightens, picking up the switchblade

He runs the tip of the blade across her skin
Squirming, he slices her right tit, gasping
Her hands on his arm, pushing away
Not strong enough, he slices the left tit

Gasping, dark crimson flowing
Unable to fight back, closing her eyes tight
she let's her fear take her, far away
Her hands go lifeless

Cumming he slaps her hard
Finishing with her, pulls out
Standing up over her, cock back in his jeans
His wicked grin, his beautiful crimson artwork

Her eyes pop open
Looking up at him
He licks the switchblade.....
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