On the fifth and top floor of a run down apartment building, lights burned in only one window. The rest of the floor was empty, only one tenant left. The place was in sore need of being condemned, and few would live there now. The girl there liked it though. It was quiet..private...old.<br/><br/>Charlene locked the bedroom window and looked out upon the night. She had read about the grisly death of that poor girl the next town over. She was a tough girl, but some things scared even her. She braided her long black hair, her brown doe eyes twinkling with mirth. At least she was fucked to death. That didn't sound so bad.<br/><br/>Her queen sized bed sat in the center of the room, it's wrought iron posts standing tall. On each post was a cotton rope ending in a padded leather cuff. Hanging on the headboard was a blindfold and a feather tickler. She had always liked things a little kinky, and had set her bed up like this with the last boyfriend. Sadly he had run off with some little blond bimbo, but at least she was left with the toys.<br/><br/>Her black lace gown left little to the imagination, the scrap of cloth loosely dubbed panties even less. She crawled onto the bed, settling on top of the comforter, also black. She had chosen a set of silk sheets for the bed with him too. She was itching to let another man stain them. She curled there in the center of the bed and watched the window, half frightened and half excited. Somewhere inside she was hoping for her own midnight visitor.