Becca♥♫☺ Ruth Launa's Story The Beginning 
 
 
 Chapter 1: Melanie's Past 
 
“NO! GET OFF ME! OW! HELP! GET OFF! AAAAH!” Melanie Dorian cried. She was in a dark bedroom. She had been missing for two days now. She was dragged off the street. She had gotten in a taxi and was drugged and stolen by the driver, Drake Hessler. He was now raping her for the third time. 
“SHUT UP! You wanna be punished again?” Drake screamed. 
“NO! NO! NO! You’re hurting me! OW!” she screamed in pain and horror. 
“Well, too bad. Now I’m going to when I’m done.” He pointed to the closet. Melanie remembered what happened the last two times he punished her. 
“AAAAAAAH! NO!” she yelped again in pain and torture. 
“Now I’ll do it for an hour and a half instead of an hour. And I’ll keep adding a half hour every time you say anything. Now shut up and let me finish! You know I don’t stop until I see you bleed!” Melanie gulped, but didn’t say anything until she started bleeding, and Drake stopped. He dipped a finger in the blood and rubbed it all over himself, then shoved his bloody finger in Melanie’s mouth. 
“Stay here, bitch. I’ll be back for you. I’m thirsty.” He walked away into the kitchen. Melanie tried yanking her hands out of the handcuffs he had around her hands and feet. No luck, they were to tight. Melanie tried not to cry, because she knew Drake would punish her more if she did. Her legs ached, and she was covered with blood. Drake finally stomped back in. He marched into the closet and came back out with a belt. He grabbed her and threw her over on her stomach. He started whipping her ass hard with the belt. 
“AAAAAAAH OW OW OW OW OW!” she cried. She knew Drake liked it when she screamed while he was punishing her, and she wanted to do all she could to get him to stop as soon as possible. After a horrid 45 minutes, he stopped and took the belt into the closet. He stumbled back out with pliers and duct tape. Drake is a creative man. He likes to think of many new ways of punishment. He stuck the rusty pliers in her asshole. He squeezed them open. Melanie’s face folded up in pain. He duct taped them so they wouldn’t move. He stuck his toe in her ass and started moving it in circles, working to get his whole foot in. He had a really big foot. Melanie screeched in pain and torture. He got his foot in and started pulling it in and out slowly. A little faster. A little more. Faster faster faster. He pulled it all the way out and grabbed his foot with his hand. He started again, now working in both his hand, and his foot. There was blood leaking everywhere. Another 45 minutes later, Drake stopped and went to get in the shower and go to bed. She knew he’d do it all again tomorrow. 
Melanie wondered if she was the only one he had ever done this to, or if there were other girls before him. What would he do after a while? Would he keep her for the rest of her life? Would he be the one to end her life once he got bored? She was sure she was pregnant, this is the third time he’s raped her without a condom. Would the police ever find her? Were they even looking? Does anyone even know she’s gone? 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2: The Birth 
 
Yes, Melanie was pregnant. She has been for months now. Drake was in the middle of whipping her with his belt when it happened. 
“OW! Aw shit! My water just broke!” 
“Damn it, alright! Flip over, and be fast with it, I wasn’t done! You still earned yourself 15 more minutes, then I have to kill you and dump your baby.” Panic washed over her. She couldn’t die! But there’s no time to argue or even think about it now, cause there’s a fucking baby coming. 
Melanie pushed and pushed. 2 and a half laboring hours later, the baby pushed the rest of the way out. 
“Damn, finally!” Drake yelled. He picked up the baby and put it in the corner. He walked back over to Melanie. He finished with punishing her. 
“Now, time to end this. I would keep you alive for my own personal use, but I can’t keep this damn thing, killing it won’t keep me sexually pleased, and if I keep both you and the baby alive, the police may track this thing back to you, then back to me. So I guess I have to kill you like I have all the others, then start over. Plus, I can screw your corpse! Peace out, bitch!” Drake reasoned with himself and Melanie. She started whimpering. Drake went into the closet and got out a stool and some rope. He hung the rope to one fan blade and put the stool under it. He shoved Melanie up onto the stool and tied the rope around her neck. 
“Bye bye, bitchy!” Drake said as he pulled the stool away. Panic swept over Melanie’s body. She felt the air leaking out of her lungs. She gasped for breath, nothing came through. Drake just sat on the bed, watching, smiling, holding his penis in both hands, and jiggling it quickly. Melanie’s body went limp. After a few minutes to make sure she was really dead, Drake untied the rope from the fan and pulled Melanie’s dead, lifeless corpse onto the bed and got on top of it. He worked his penis into her vagina. He started bouncing on top of her. Bouncing the bed up and down, it started squeaking. 
Suddenly, Drakes chest started hurting. Hurting like nothing he’d ever felt before. His heart felt like it was exploding in his chest. It hurt like all hell had broken loose around his heart. He passed out on the bed. If someone had been there, he would have lived. But he had killed the only person around, except for the baby, of course. The heart attack had killed him, and there was nobody around to bring him back to life. In other words, Drake the rapist and serial killer, was dead. 
“What happens to the baby?” you may ask. “Will anyone find it?” you may wonder. Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait until I post the rest to find out. Please comment and tell me, would you like me to post more? Because I’m sure the abandoned baby has many great, sexy, X-Rated adventures to come. 
 
 
 Text: THIS IS MY DAMN BOOK! NO STEALING! The picture is not mine, though. Found it on Goooogle Images. All rights reserved. Publication Date: November 28th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-beccadancer27