Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]
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				Title: <strong>Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>noekula</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 02:09:03</strong>
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				Hayley Crossman walked up to her black and red pick up truck and hopped inside gingerly. For Hayley, this felt like a normal day. Wake up, go to school, come home, then go out and run errands. Her straight black hair hung in front of her face, bouncing as she ran over pot holes in the road. Her icy blue eyes were focused on the road so she could make sure she didn't hit an animal. Being an animal lover made her more attentive to driving. <br><br>Hayley was a unique girl. She was far different from her politician father and her mother who worked as a nurse. She grew up in a higher middle class family and was brought up without worrying about money at all. Her parents had plenty of it. Then, her mom left and took half of their money with her. Since then, Hayley learned that you need to make sure you marry for love and companionship, not money. The divorce also taught her how to be independent. From age 18, she lived on her own and worked in the hospital her mother nursed at.<br><br>Not ten minutes after she got in the car to leave, she turned into a parking lot for a small local store. Inside, she searched frantically for the items on her list. Hayley preferred to shop in small places as such. They were usually much quieter and cheaper. Hardly anyone came to this store, so she was through check out in a breeze. Hayley wished the store keeper a good day before walking back outside into the cool breeze outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thomasarsenault</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 02:36:19</strong>
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				Thomas had, had a troubled life since birth. Manly people who knew him called him sick. Twisted. Mental. Through others pain, he would find amusement. While others cried, he laughed. Others felt pain. He felt nothing. Others felt guilty after bad deeds. While Thomas felt accomplishment. It was obvious that something was going wrong in his head.&nbsp; Thomas walked through the parking lot with a swagger in his step. A swagger that made you want to walk just like him. But on the other hand, it looked ridiculous. The cold breeze blew through his hair, exposing his hate filled eyes. <br><br>He pulled the door open and let it close behind him. Like normal, the store was quiet. The only people that populated it were, him, a woman and the cashier. He often ventured into the store when their was nothing else to do. He lived alone, but still found ways to entertain himself. One method was killing animals just for his personal benifit. Laughter. Thomas bought a lighter from the store and was on his way again. Righ behind the woman who had just left a few moments before him. He walked fast, making up for the lost time that he wasnt following her. Before long he was right beside her. <br><br>The lighter being held tightly between his fingers, and the small fire flickering back and forth due to the wind. A sinster smile tucked at his lips as he held the fire a close distance to the skin on her elbow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>noekula</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 02:57:23</strong>
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				Hayley hadn't noticed there was a man following her. She was too preoccupied juggling her bags and her thoughts, sorting out her priorities inside of her brain. That was, until she felt something warm, than insanely hot on the skin of her elbow. She let out a loud pathetic yelp and jumped to the side. She glared at the man responsible for causing her pain and crinkled her eyebrows in disgust. Her eyes traveled to the grin planted firmly on his lips.<br><br>She spat bitterly, "You're a sick bastard, you know that?"<br><br>Her icy blue stare was drilling a hole through his head. If looks could kill, she was sure that this man would be laying in a puddle of coagulated blood right now. Hayley bit at her lip, frightened at this man's seemingly happy facial expression. How could someone enjoy hurting a random stranger? That's just sick and wrong! She was almost frightened to look him directly in the eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thomasarsenault</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:26:58</strong>
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				The twisted maniac broke out in laughter. His head cocked back and thunderous laughter erupted from his lips. "Thank you." He said between laughs. His voice was hard to make out. Thomas squinted toward the stranger. Whatever hate she could but out towards him, he could but out 2x more. He hated the world. Especially this woman who was now looking at him in disgust. "You dont like pain? Your crying over a little burn? Do you know how much pain i've felt? Your ungrateful. But i'll change that."<br><br>&nbsp;His words rolled off his tongue, as he side stepped so that he was beside the woman once again. His arm wrapped harshly around her waist and tugged their bodies together. Aggressively he pulled her. For quite a distance. To the point where his house was only a few yards away. His body had her all wrapped up, and didnt plan on letting her go.<br><br>The hate he had drowned his heart. There was no compassion. Like the devil owned his heart. No, like he was<br>the devil. Come down to Earth to show people how much he hated them. Hatred with a strong passion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>noekula</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:51:16</strong>
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				Hayley tried to jerk away from the man as he carried her away. She was so scared that she choked when she tried to scream. A muffled "help" cam out of her mouth as she felt her self control disappear deep inside her. Salty tears poured from her eyes and she struggled to get away from his grasp. He wasn't afraid to hurt her, that was evident from his tone of voice and actions with the lighter.<br><br>"Please," she cried, "Let me go! I'm sorry! I learned my lesson!"<br><br>She felt her lungs tighten inside of her chest. Hayley was in a great deal of pain just from his tugging. She imagined how bad he could really be. This thought alone was enough to make her wish she'd never said anything to the man. Maybe if she would have just shut up, she wouldn't be getting kidnapped my this stranger. "Please," she whimpered, her tears flowing wildly down her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thomasarsenault</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 17:59:14</strong>
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				Seeing the tears flowing from her eyes did catch him off guard. It looked like she was the type of girl who just lost it when something bad happpens. Always the first to cry. But was that a good thing? Or a bad thing? Either way, It didnt affect Thomas. Not in the least bit. Once they were up the steps, he pushed the door open, still dragging her along with his other hand, and laid her down on an empty kitchen table. Under the table was some rope that he used to tie her up with. It was obvious that he had this all planned out. Alll the stairs were loosened to produce creeks whenevr someone stepped on them, which would warn him if she tried to escape. Her arms and legs were tight together and another piece of the rope, went around her stomach and the base of the table. Using his bare hands, he ripped open her shirt, exposing her bra, which he lowed down to get a good look of her plump breasts and perky nipples. His fingers began to slowly graze over each nipples, as his free hand slipped into her pants, and rubbed the wet lips of her pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rough Negotiations [thomasarsenault and noekula]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>noekula</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 18:21:53</strong>
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				Hayley was scared; She thought she was going to be killed. She felt her shirt get ripped away and she looked down at her attacker. He had no remorse whatsoever! She relaxed a bit, until she felt him rubbing her nipples and then eventually down her pants where he rubbed her pussy. She squirmed and tried to break free from the rope to no avail. She was still tied up, still scared, and it was clear she wasn't going anywhere.<br><br>"You bastard," she spat, "You're pathetic. The only woman you can get has to be tied up!"<br><br>Her tone was harsh and degrading. She hoped he would get upset. Although, it might not be best to anger him. She suddenly wished she didn't say that because she had a sinking feeling that if she didn't shut up and do as he said that she wasn't going to wake up in the morning. As it is, she had a small chance of escaping when he was asleep or away...as long as she wasn't going to be tied up all the time. Hayley let out a sigh and laid her head back down on the table.
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