<span style="font-family:Philosopher">His eyes ate up her disordered state, from the curve of her breasts, the lone nipple staring at him accusingly while the outline of her pussy made him want to strip her right then and there and have his way with her. But he was more disciplined than that and he had the perfect place to enact all of his fantasies on her already prepared. He did not go on this hunt with the plan to take one of them alive. Indeed, if he had had went with his original plan, all four of the kids would be dead and sharing the same place as their grave. Instead, the sight of the woman before him had forced a change in his plans.<br/>
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When he was sure that she wouldn't cause him anymore problems, he unwound the weights from where they were tied to the ropes. With that simple task done, he then proceeded to deftly tie the woman's legs together all the way up to the knees. Reaching behind him to his back pocket, he removed zip ties and roughly flipped her over on to her stomach. He paused momentarily, seeing the full swell of her buttocks. He growled as he felt himself grow hard at the sight. Tracing his hand along the swell of her right buttock, he felt his breath hitch and gave it a hard squeeze, almost groaning at the pleasure of it. The red thong disappeared into her crack and the sight of her pussy from behind had him almost take her right then and there. Instead, he shook his head and grabbed her wrists and zipped them together. He wasn't yet done; he took an additional zip tie and bound her wrists to the string of her thong. That way, if she moved, it would pull the thong further up her ass. He smiled at his own ingenious idea.<br/>
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With her well and truly trussed up, he grabbed her and easily lifted her. Placing her on his shoulder, he held on to her by her legs, corded arm wrapped around her thighs and hand resting lightly on her buttocks. With that task complete, they retraced their path until they came to the corpse of Mark. Already, he was attracting the attention of flies and the Killer frowned. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of Mark's hair and began to drag his corpse behind them as he began to walk. It was not easy going with a grown woman on his shoulder and dragging more than a hundred pounds of dead flesh but he seemed to not be unburdened by the task. <br/>
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After nearly a half hour of trekking through the darkened woods, seemingly capable of knowing where he was going, they came to a narrow cut in the ground. Unceremoniously, he dropped Mark near the edge and then kicked him over in to the grotto. From her position on his shoulder, she would be able to see down in to the grotto but the rising darkness made it impossible to make anything out but the vague outlines of something. The fleshy thud of Mark hitting whatever rested at the bottom would no doubt confirm what had happened to her other compatriots.<br/>
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With the corpse disposed of, it was much easier going towards their original camp. He had made up his mind. He would use her first and then take her back to his lair. Perhaps there would also be supplies for him to ransack from their camp and it would add to the horror he was about to inflict on her.<br/>
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Arriving at their camp, it was almost homey. Fire burning merrily away with the two tents set up nearby. He selected the one that she and Mark were to share together. Unzipping the entrance, he dropped her inside before he followed her in.</span>