You wake up in the morning. You are in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. You look over beside you and see that the sheets are ruffled and the covers are pulled back. You see that there is a light on in the bathroom and you hear water running.
You fucked someone last night.
You slide out of bed and look you look down at the body of a beautiful, 16 year old girl, with small breasts and a smooth stomach. Your brown hair flows down over your shoulders.
You smile to yourself as you look down and admire your body.
You see a pile of the clothing that you were wearing last night on the floor. Short skirt, tight halter top, and a pair of black panties. You must have looked ridiculously hot, but you cannot really remember the evening.
You fucked someone last night.
You slide out of bed and look you look down at the body of a beautiful, 16 year old girl, with small breasts and a smooth stomach. Your brown hair flows down over your shoulders.
You smile to yourself as you look down and admire your body.
You see a pile of the clothing that you were wearing last night on the floor. Short skirt, tight halter top, and a pair of black panties. You must have looked ridiculously hot, but you cannot really remember the evening.
You walk over to the bathroom and cautiously open the door. The room is filled with steam from the shower, and you cannot make the figure out at first behind the curtain. You slowly peer around the curtain to see your partner from last night.
You pull back the curtain slightly to see Cindy, a girl from your class, standing there in the shower. She turns to you and smiles at you, her hands massaging soap into her chest.
She is a beautiful girl, with long, black hair and dark, piercing blue eyes.
She giggles and speaks, "Nice of you to finally get out of bed, sleepyhead! Do you want to join me here in the shower? I'm happy to clean you up!"
She is a beautiful girl, with long, black hair and dark, piercing blue eyes.
She giggles and speaks, "Nice of you to finally get out of bed, sleepyhead! Do you want to join me here in the shower? I'm happy to clean you up!"
You step into the shower with her, stepping in front of the hot stream of water. It rains down on your hair and covers your body with warmth.
Cindy steps closer to you and begins rubbing soap along your body. You gasp as you feel her fingers trail slowly along your nipples. You look down at her and smile, the water cascading off your body and onto her chest.
"Umm, so I'm guessing we didn't just sleep in the bed last night then, did we?" you ask her.
She giggles and leans forward, bringing her lips to your neck and softly kissing. She trails kisses down your neck, and then chest, until her lips close around one of your nipples. You moan softly.
Cindy steps closer to you and begins rubbing soap along your body. You gasp as you feel her fingers trail slowly along your nipples. You look down at her and smile, the water cascading off your body and onto her chest.
"Umm, so I'm guessing we didn't just sleep in the bed last night then, did we?" you ask her.
She giggles and leans forward, bringing her lips to your neck and softly kissing. She trails kisses down your neck, and then chest, until her lips close around one of your nipples. You moan softly.
She begins to suck gently on your right nipple, her tongue lashing back and forth against it. You slide your hands down to her back and run your fingers through her wet hair. You push down softly on her head, and she begins to kiss lower.
She slowly slides to her knees in front of you, her kisses moving down your chest and to your belly button, and then to your thighs. She kisses back and forth along the inside of your thighs, teasing you.
You moan, "Fuck, please Cindy... please..."
She responds by pushing your legs slightly further apart and then running her tongue from the base of your pussy all the way up to your clit in one long swipe. You moan and push your hips forward, bucking against her mouth.
She continues to lick, her tongue focusing on your clit, an electric feeling flowing through your body every time she makes contact. She is fucking amazing, and you can't believe you don't remember this from last night.
"Fuck Cindy, you are unbelievable," you pant as the water splashes the two of you.
She slowly slides to her knees in front of you, her kisses moving down your chest and to your belly button, and then to your thighs. She kisses back and forth along the inside of your thighs, teasing you.
You moan, "Fuck, please Cindy... please..."
She responds by pushing your legs slightly further apart and then running her tongue from the base of your pussy all the way up to your clit in one long swipe. You moan and push your hips forward, bucking against her mouth.
She continues to lick, her tongue focusing on your clit, an electric feeling flowing through your body every time she makes contact. She is fucking amazing, and you can't believe you don't remember this from last night.
"Fuck Cindy, you are unbelievable," you pant as the water splashes the two of you.
"Mmmm, Cindy," you say to her, "let's go back to bed rather than staying in the shower."
She looks up at you, water dripping off her body, and smiles. She stands up, takes your hand, and then steps out of the shower and onto the tile, water dripping everywhere.
"Fuck towels," she says nonchalantly, and then drags you out the bathroom door and onto the bed. She pushes you down onto the bed and then lays down beside you.
Her lips meet yours, and you taste yourself on her tongue. The kiss is passionate, and your body responds to hers as the two of you writhe together on the bed. She wraps one leg around you and pulls you tight against her, your slippery bodies meeting.
She looks up at you, water dripping off her body, and smiles. She stands up, takes your hand, and then steps out of the shower and onto the tile, water dripping everywhere.
"Fuck towels," she says nonchalantly, and then drags you out the bathroom door and onto the bed. She pushes you down onto the bed and then lays down beside you.
Her lips meet yours, and you taste yourself on her tongue. The kiss is passionate, and your body responds to hers as the two of you writhe together on the bed. She wraps one leg around you and pulls you tight against her, your slippery bodies meeting.
"Mmmm, Cindy, go back to licking me," you tell her. Cindy slides her body down the length of yours until she is back between your legs. She spreads your legs apart with her hands and then dives back in, her tongue immediately lapping at your wet hole.
You moan loudly and rub your hand along her back as she licks you. You can feel every movement of her tongue as it trails back and forth along your pussy lips and then up to meet your clit and then back again. With every flick of her tongue against your clit you feel yourself edging closer to orgasm.
"Cindy, you are amazing," you mutter as she licks you. You feel one of her fingers slide into your pussy and then curl and pull back against your insides. You moan loudly and buck against her, her finger driving you wild.
Her tongue is now focused on your clit, flicking back and forth rapidly. You dig your fingernails into her back as you feel your orgasm approaching. Suddenly it is tearing through you, nearly making you scream as you pierce her flesh with your fingernails. It seems to go on forever, and the feeling of her tongue and finger blend together as you writhe on the bed.
As your orgasm subsides you open your eyes and see her smiling up at you, her mouth and hair still wet.
You moan loudly and rub your hand along her back as she licks you. You can feel every movement of her tongue as it trails back and forth along your pussy lips and then up to meet your clit and then back again. With every flick of her tongue against your clit you feel yourself edging closer to orgasm.
"Cindy, you are amazing," you mutter as she licks you. You feel one of her fingers slide into your pussy and then curl and pull back against your insides. You moan loudly and buck against her, her finger driving you wild.
Her tongue is now focused on your clit, flicking back and forth rapidly. You dig your fingernails into her back as you feel your orgasm approaching. Suddenly it is tearing through you, nearly making you scream as you pierce her flesh with your fingernails. It seems to go on forever, and the feeling of her tongue and finger blend together as you writhe on the bed.
As your orgasm subsides you open your eyes and see her smiling up at you, her mouth and hair still wet.
"Can I return the favour?" you ask her. She laughs again.
"Of course you can... I told you last night that you were fucking amazing at eating pussy."
You can't remember anything from last night, but you smile back at her anyways. You slide up and then slide down and off the bed. You grab her legs and pull her to the side of the bed so that you are kneeling between her thighs.
Her pussy has a sprinkling of short, dark hairs in a patch just above it, but is otherwise bare. You lean down and spread her lips with your fingers, looking at how wet she is, her lips glistening in the morning sunlight.
You begin to lick, first slowly and gently, and then with greater intensity. As you increase your speed she moans and tightens her thighs around your head. You slide two fingers into her pussy beneath your tongue and begin to focus on her clit, just as she had done with you.
After a few minutes of licking at her clit, she suddenly gasps loudly and her thighs grip your face like a vice, squeezing you. You can barely take it, and then as her orgasm subsides she falls back, limp, against the bed.
"Of course you can... I told you last night that you were fucking amazing at eating pussy."
You can't remember anything from last night, but you smile back at her anyways. You slide up and then slide down and off the bed. You grab her legs and pull her to the side of the bed so that you are kneeling between her thighs.
Her pussy has a sprinkling of short, dark hairs in a patch just above it, but is otherwise bare. You lean down and spread her lips with your fingers, looking at how wet she is, her lips glistening in the morning sunlight.
You begin to lick, first slowly and gently, and then with greater intensity. As you increase your speed she moans and tightens her thighs around your head. You slide two fingers into her pussy beneath your tongue and begin to focus on her clit, just as she had done with you.
After a few minutes of licking at her clit, she suddenly gasps loudly and her thighs grip your face like a vice, squeezing you. You can barely take it, and then as her orgasm subsides she falls back, limp, against the bed.
"So can you tell me what happened last night now?" you ask her.
She laughs. "What, don't you remember silly?"
"Well, actually... no. I don't remember anything at all. What happened?"
She caresses your cheek softly. "Well, you probably shouldn't have had so much to drink then, baby. You had way too much, and then I took you upstairs from the party to give you somewhere to sleep and you were all over me. I'm not surprised you don't remember anything."
You don't remember any of this.
She laughs. "What, don't you remember silly?"
"Well, actually... no. I don't remember anything at all. What happened?"
She caresses your cheek softly. "Well, you probably shouldn't have had so much to drink then, baby. You had way too much, and then I took you upstairs from the party to give you somewhere to sleep and you were all over me. I'm not surprised you don't remember anything."
You don't remember any of this.
"Oh... well, I guess that makes sense then. I guess I shouldn't drink so much..." you respond.
She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. "You probably shouldn't have so much next time... you could have really gotten yourself into trouble if you weren't with someone safe like me!"
You smile nervously. You've never been with a girl before, and never even contemplated hitting on one. It's amazing that you were all over her last night, although she is stunningly gorgeous.
"I'm going to head down and start making some food if you want to get cleaned up," she tells you. "You can either wear something from my closet or wear what you were in last night."
She smiles, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and then heads back into the bathroom. She pulls on a robe and then walks out of the room.
She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. "You probably shouldn't have so much next time... you could have really gotten yourself into trouble if you weren't with someone safe like me!"
You smile nervously. You've never been with a girl before, and never even contemplated hitting on one. It's amazing that you were all over her last night, although she is stunningly gorgeous.
"I'm going to head down and start making some food if you want to get cleaned up," she tells you. "You can either wear something from my closet or wear what you were in last night."
She smiles, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and then heads back into the bathroom. She pulls on a robe and then walks out of the room.
You grab your panties from the night before and pull them on. You then grab your skirt and halter top and put them on as well.
You head into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Your hair is in disarray and you definitely look like you were just having sex.
You smooth down your skirt and then walk out into the hallway. You are at the top of a set of stairs down into the house. You don't remember the house from the party the night before.
There is a light on down the hallway from another room.
You head into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Your hair is in disarray and you definitely look like you were just having sex.
You smooth down your skirt and then walk out into the hallway. You are at the top of a set of stairs down into the house. You don't remember the house from the party the night before.
There is a light on down the hallway from another room.
You walk slowly down the hallway. You see an office at the end of the hallway with a light on. You turn the handle slowly and open the door. You look inside and see a man sitting at a computer, facing away from you.
He doesn't seem to have heard you, and you see that he is watching a video. You look more closely at the video and realize that he is watching a video of you and Cindy. You were being taped!
You cannot tell who the man is just by looking at the back of his head.
He doesn't seem to have heard you, and you see that he is watching a video. You look more closely at the video and realize that he is watching a video of you and Cindy. You were being taped!
You cannot tell who the man is just by looking at the back of his head.
You close the door slowly, careful to not make any sounds, and then walk down the stairs. You can smell bacon coming from down the hall. You walk into the kitchen and see that Cindy is standing there in her robe cooking.
She turns and looks at you and smiles. "Hello again, pretty girl! I am making bacon and eggs for you."
You see a man is also sitting at the table, and he looks up at you and leers. He has dark black hair and is wearing a dark suit. "That's my brother Vasily. Don't worry about him looking all mean like that... that's just how he is."
Vasily laughs at her comment and then continues to leer at you.
She turns and looks at you and smiles. "Hello again, pretty girl! I am making bacon and eggs for you."
You see a man is also sitting at the table, and he looks up at you and leers. He has dark black hair and is wearing a dark suit. "That's my brother Vasily. Don't worry about him looking all mean like that... that's just how he is."
Vasily laughs at her comment and then continues to leer at you.
"What the fuck is going on here? Why was I taped last night?" you ask angrily.
Vasily immediately stands, knocking his chair back against the ground. He walks around the breakfast table and slaps you in the face, sending you crashing to the ground at his feet.
"What the fuck were you doing snooping around, you fucking bitch?" he asks you. You look up at him and you taste blood in your mouth.
"Vasily, stop!" screams Cindy. She goes to grab his arm but he pushes her back, sending her slamming into the fridge.
"You want to fuck with us?" Vasily asks you, raising his hand again to strike you. As he pulls back to hit you again, you kick forward with your right foot and catch him in the crotch.
He doubles over, grunting. You kick him again, this time catching him in the knee, and he falls forward. You lurch forward, smashing your shoulder into his chest and knocking him into the ground.
While he was initially stunned, he quickly starts fighting back. You struggle, trying to grab at him, but he quickly overpowers you and rolls you over onto your back.
Vasily immediately stands, knocking his chair back against the ground. He walks around the breakfast table and slaps you in the face, sending you crashing to the ground at his feet.
"What the fuck were you doing snooping around, you fucking bitch?" he asks you. You look up at him and you taste blood in your mouth.
"Vasily, stop!" screams Cindy. She goes to grab his arm but he pushes her back, sending her slamming into the fridge.
"You want to fuck with us?" Vasily asks you, raising his hand again to strike you. As he pulls back to hit you again, you kick forward with your right foot and catch him in the crotch.
He doubles over, grunting. You kick him again, this time catching him in the knee, and he falls forward. You lurch forward, smashing your shoulder into his chest and knocking him into the ground.
While he was initially stunned, he quickly starts fighting back. You struggle, trying to grab at him, but he quickly overpowers you and rolls you over onto your back.
You move your head up and latch onto his nose with your teeth, biting down as hard as you can. You feel blood filling your mouth as you tear at his flesh with your teeth. He screams and tries to pull away, and lose hold of him.
He rolls onto his back, grabbing at his nose, where the skin has been torn and blood is pouring everywhere.
You look up and see Cindy standing there, dumbstruck and shocked.
He rolls onto his back, grabbing at his nose, where the skin has been torn and blood is pouring everywhere.
You look up and see Cindy standing there, dumbstruck and shocked.
You stand and lurch over to the counter. There is a wooden knife-holder sitting on the marble counter, and you grab at the largest knife you can find.
You pull out the knife and Cindy shrieks, covering her mouth. Vasily is still on the floor, rolling and grabbing at his nose while moaning.
You kneel down beside him and, before he can react, bring the knife down and into his chest with both hands. You feel the blade slide between his ribs and deep into his chest. You pull back and slam down again. His hands grab at you, flailing as he tries to push you away from him.
You scream, your shriek piercing the house, as you bring the knife down and through his chest again and again. You feel yourself pushed off of him and look up to see Cindy has knocked you onto the floor. You look over and Vasily is on the ground, his body shaking and blood pouring from his chest.
You pull out the knife and Cindy shrieks, covering her mouth. Vasily is still on the floor, rolling and grabbing at his nose while moaning.
You kneel down beside him and, before he can react, bring the knife down and into his chest with both hands. You feel the blade slide between his ribs and deep into his chest. You pull back and slam down again. His hands grab at you, flailing as he tries to push you away from him.
You scream, your shriek piercing the house, as you bring the knife down and through his chest again and again. You feel yourself pushed off of him and look up to see Cindy has knocked you onto the floor. You look over and Vasily is on the ground, his body shaking and blood pouring from his chest.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" you scream at Cindy, tears pouring down your face.
"We... we drugged you at a party and took you here... and then we videotaped you getting fucked..."
"Someone else fucked me?" you scream at her in rage.
"My brother... and my dad. He's upstairs editing the video right now."
You stand, ignoring her brother as he writhes on the floor.
"Why? Why the fuck did you do this to me?"
Cindy looks at you in fear, tears pouring down her face. She says nothing, merely looking at you in fear as her brother moans in pain.
"We... we drugged you at a party and took you here... and then we videotaped you getting fucked..."
"Someone else fucked me?" you scream at her in rage.
"My brother... and my dad. He's upstairs editing the video right now."
You stand, ignoring her brother as he writhes on the floor.
"Why? Why the fuck did you do this to me?"
Cindy looks at you in fear, tears pouring down her face. She says nothing, merely looking at you in fear as her brother moans in pain.
You step by her, pushing her out of the way. You leave Vasily on the floor. It looks like he will bleed out anyways given how many times you stabbed him.
You walk up the stairs, your bare feet leaving bloody footprints on the carpet. Cindy follows you. "What are you going to do?" she asks you, terror in her voice.
"Shut up!" you respond as you stalk up the stairs.
You reach the end of the hallway and open the door. Her father is watching a video of you, your body limp as you are raped by Vasily. He's wearing headphones, and you can see his arm moving quickly from behind. He must be jerking off.
You walk up the stairs, your bare feet leaving bloody footprints on the carpet. Cindy follows you. "What are you going to do?" she asks you, terror in her voice.
"Shut up!" you respond as you stalk up the stairs.
You reach the end of the hallway and open the door. Her father is watching a video of you, your body limp as you are raped by Vasily. He's wearing headphones, and you can see his arm moving quickly from behind. He must be jerking off.
You step forward and, as he loans forward over his cock, you bring the knife down and straight into the right side of his back. He screams in pain and looks up and tries to struggle. You twist the knife, holding onto his arm as he screams and thrashes at you.
You knock the headphones off his head. "What the fuck were you doing, asshole?" you ask him.
You look back to see Cindy standing there, silently, watching as you hold a knife in her father.
He first tries to bite at you, and then shouts, "You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with, cunt!" He has a thick, Russian accent.
You twist the knife further. "Arghhhhhh," he shouts as you hold the knife inside of him.
"I don't care who I'm fucking with. What I want to know is why you drug and rape teenage girls."
He looks up at you, his eyes angry, "We're mob, little girl, and we sell the videos. And if you want to live, you better get the fuck out of here now!"
You knock the headphones off his head. "What the fuck were you doing, asshole?" you ask him.
You look back to see Cindy standing there, silently, watching as you hold a knife in her father.
He first tries to bite at you, and then shouts, "You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with, cunt!" He has a thick, Russian accent.
You twist the knife further. "Arghhhhhh," he shouts as you hold the knife inside of him.
"I don't care who I'm fucking with. What I want to know is why you drug and rape teenage girls."
He looks up at you, his eyes angry, "We're mob, little girl, and we sell the videos. And if you want to live, you better get the fuck out of here now!"
I don't give a fuck who you work for. For raping me, you're fucking dead," you say. You pull the knife from his back and then drive it into the side of his neck. He gargles, trying to breathe as blood fills his throat. He tries to grab at the knife with his arm, and you bat at his hand. He keeps trying, grasping at the knife, but his movements begin to slow, and then they stop. His head lolls to the side and you pull the blade from his neck.
You turn back to Cindy. She's crying, and her hands are in her face.
You turn back to Cindy. She's crying, and her hands are in her face.
"Are you really Russian mob, or is this just a bunch of bullshit?" you ask her.
"We are really Russian mob," she responds between sobs. "They have made videos since I was young... they sell them after blacking out the faces of the men, and sometimes of the girls too. They were going to kill you once they had played with you for a couple of weeks. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You're fucking sorry? How many girls have you helped kill?"
"I had no choice! If I didn't help they would kill me... and you can't get away from the mob. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"We are really Russian mob," she responds between sobs. "They have made videos since I was young... they sell them after blacking out the faces of the men, and sometimes of the girls too. They were going to kill you once they had played with you for a couple of weeks. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You're fucking sorry? How many girls have you helped kill?"
"I had no choice! If I didn't help they would kill me... and you can't get away from the mob. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Well, how do we get away from them now? Will anyone chase us?"
"Us?"
"Yeah, us. If you were a prisoner here then we are in this together, right?"
She looks at you and smiles through the tears. "Yeah, you're right." Her smile fades. "But you left Vasily alone downstairs. If he has been able to make a call, we will only have a couple of minutes to get out of the house before they arrive."
"Us?"
"Yeah, us. If you were a prisoner here then we are in this together, right?"
She looks at you and smiles through the tears. "Yeah, you're right." Her smile fades. "But you left Vasily alone downstairs. If he has been able to make a call, we will only have a couple of minutes to get out of the house before they arrive."
"I'll go finish him off then. You get dressed and meet me downstairs."
She nods and rushes back towards her room. You step past her dad's bloody corpse, getting more blood on your bare feet, and then walk down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen cautiously.
There is no one there.
Vasily's body is gone, but there is a trail of blood leading out of the kitchen and down the hallway. There is a lot of blood.
She nods and rushes back towards her room. You step past her dad's bloody corpse, getting more blood on your bare feet, and then walk down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen cautiously.
There is no one there.
Vasily's body is gone, but there is a trail of blood leading out of the kitchen and down the hallway. There is a lot of blood.
"Cindy, hurry up!" you yell up the stairs. Cindy rushes out of her room wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and some runners. She still looks beautiful. You don't even know what the fuck happened to your shoes. She tosses a set of keys to you as she rushes down the stairs.
"Where's Vasily?" she asks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. You point down the hall at the trail of blood.
"Fuck. Let's head for the garage."
She takes you by the hand and leads you away from the kitchen and the blood trail and into the garage. There are four expensive cars there.
She laughs nervously. "Ummm, can you drive?"
"I have my learners," you respond.
"Me too."
"Where's Vasily?" she asks as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. You point down the hall at the trail of blood.
"Fuck. Let's head for the garage."
She takes you by the hand and leads you away from the kitchen and the blood trail and into the garage. There are four expensive cars there.
She laughs nervously. "Ummm, can you drive?"
"I have my learners," you respond.
"Me too."
I'll drive," you tell her. She points to the first vehicle, a black BMW, and you open the door and get inside. It's automatic, luckily. You turn on the car and Cindy reaches over to hit a button on the keys, making the garage door open slowly in front of you.
You rev the engine as the door slides up. Just as it is out of the way, you see in the mirror Vasily stagger to the door of the garage. He has a handgun in his hand and he opens fire on the car as you hit the gas and speed out into the street. You look to your left and see three men in suits rushing towards the house. They look at you in the car and shout and then rush back to their vehicles, a pickup track and another black BMW.
You are on a small, narrow street, and you have no idea where you are.
You rev the engine as the door slides up. Just as it is out of the way, you see in the mirror Vasily stagger to the door of the garage. He has a handgun in his hand and he opens fire on the car as you hit the gas and speed out into the street. You look to your left and see three men in suits rushing towards the house. They look at you in the car and shout and then rush back to their vehicles, a pickup track and another black BMW.
You are on a small, narrow street, and you have no idea where you are.
"Cindy, how can I get back to my house?" you ask her.
"We're about 15 minutes away... I can give you directions as we go. Take the first right up here," she tells you.
You come to the first stop sign and barely tap on your breaks before you turn the corner, the tires on the BMW squealing. The other BMW is right behind you, only 20 meters or so away.
It is early in the morning and there are not many cars on the road yet as you speed through the suburbs. You blow through first one stop sign, then another. You can see the BMW and the pickup trailing you in the mirror.
You see one of the men in the BMW lean out the window and point his gun at the car. "Get down!" you shout to Cindy. She gets down as he fires, a bullet piercing the back window. You look over to see that Cindy is fine.
"We're about 15 minutes away... I can give you directions as we go. Take the first right up here," she tells you.
You come to the first stop sign and barely tap on your breaks before you turn the corner, the tires on the BMW squealing. The other BMW is right behind you, only 20 meters or so away.
It is early in the morning and there are not many cars on the road yet as you speed through the suburbs. You blow through first one stop sign, then another. You can see the BMW and the pickup trailing you in the mirror.
You see one of the men in the BMW lean out the window and point his gun at the car. "Get down!" you shout to Cindy. She gets down as he fires, a bullet piercing the back window. You look over to see that Cindy is fine.
You approach the next stop sign at high speed, and then jam on the breaks and turn suddenly, sliding around the corner. You are not a very good driver yet, and the car careens off a parked car at the side of the road and then back into the middle of the street.
You see that the BMW was able to make the turn, but you appear to have lost the pickup truck. You let out a whoop for joy.
The car behind you lurches forward and smashes into your vehicle. You struggle to maintain control as you approach the next turn. You spin the wheel to your left as you approach the corner, but as you do the BMW clips your rear bumper, sending you into an uncontrolled spin.
The car smashes into the side of a parked vehicle and comes to a hard stop. The other BMW has smashed into the side of a parked van.
You see that the BMW was able to make the turn, but you appear to have lost the pickup truck. You let out a whoop for joy.
The car behind you lurches forward and smashes into your vehicle. You struggle to maintain control as you approach the next turn. You spin the wheel to your left as you approach the corner, but as you do the BMW clips your rear bumper, sending you into an uncontrolled spin.
The car smashes into the side of a parked vehicle and comes to a hard stop. The other BMW has smashed into the side of a parked van.
You throw the car into reverse and slam on the gas. You see in the rearview mirror the look in the eyes of one of the stunned gangsters as he sees the car hurtling back towards the driver side door.
You hit the other car in the side and see the driver-side door crumple in. You see the passenger struggling for his gun.
You hit the other car in the side and see the driver-side door crumple in. You see the passenger struggling for his gun.
You shift back into drive and hit the gas. "Get down," you tell Cindy again as you see the passenger begin to shoot over the shoulder of the incapacitated driver. You hear bullets ping off the body of the car, but then you are away and back driving back down the street.
You don't know where the hell you are though. You look over at Cindy. "Do you know which way to my house from here?" you ask her.
"Umm, I'm not sure. I got confused a couple of turns ago... I'm not really sure which way to go."
You don't know where the hell you are though. You look over at Cindy. "Do you know which way to my house from here?" you ask her.
"Umm, I'm not sure. I got confused a couple of turns ago... I'm not really sure which way to go."
"We're just going to keep driving this way until we hit a street we know," you tell Cindy. She nods as you continue to speed down the street. You blow through another stop sign, prompting a tirade of honks from the car that almost struck you. You see a set of lights up ahead.
"I know this street," you say to Cindy. "My house is that way," you point to the right. The light is red as you pull up to it, and there are two cars stopped in front of you so that you cannot go around them.
You look over your shoulder and see that the pickup truck has caught your trail again and is now only a couple hundred meters behind you.
"I know this street," you say to Cindy. "My house is that way," you point to the right. The light is red as you pull up to it, and there are two cars stopped in front of you so that you cannot go around them.
You look over your shoulder and see that the pickup truck has caught your trail again and is now only a couple hundred meters behind you.
You go around the cars in front of you and pull into the traffic heading to the right. You narrowly avoid a crash as another car zooms by you, leaning on their horn. You hit the gas and reach full speed quickly, but you see the pickup truck also make the right turn behind you.
There are shops on either side of you, and there are even a few people walking around even though it is early in the morning. You see a couple of people stop and point at your vehicle as you speed by. You swerve in and out of traffic, trying to stay ahead of the pickup.
You are only about five minutes from your house. You think you can make it. There is another red light ahead, and there are five or six cars backed up behind it.
There are shops on either side of you, and there are even a few people walking around even though it is early in the morning. You see a couple of people stop and point at your vehicle as you speed by. You swerve in and out of traffic, trying to stay ahead of the pickup.
You are only about five minutes from your house. You think you can make it. There is another red light ahead, and there are five or six cars backed up behind it.
You hit the gas. You look over at Cindy, and there is a look of terror in her eyes.
You blow through the intersection, narrowly avoiding a truck as you go. You look in your rearview mirror to see the pickup truck also drive into the middle of the intersection. It is t-boned by a car as it drives through, and you see it rolled by the force.
And you're through.
You look at Cindy and smile. She lets out a cry for joy and then leans over and kisses your cheek. "We're going to make it!" she shouts.
Within a couple of minutes, you have arrived at your house.
You blow through the intersection, narrowly avoiding a truck as you go. You look in your rearview mirror to see the pickup truck also drive into the middle of the intersection. It is t-boned by a car as it drives through, and you see it rolled by the force.
And you're through.
You look at Cindy and smile. She lets out a cry for joy and then leans over and kisses your cheek. "We're going to make it!" she shouts.
Within a couple of minutes, you have arrived at your house.
You drive to the end of the block and then get out of the car. No point in leaving it right in front of your house. Who knows if the mob are able to track it.
You grab the knife in one hand, grab Cindy's hand in the other, and then rush back into your house. You rush up to the front door. You don't have your keys, or your wallet, or your phone. Fuck. You bang on the door. "Someone open up!" you shout.
Cindy looks at you. "You know that they know who you are, right? I mean, we plan who we are going to take... what are we going to do now?"
Before you can respond, the door opens. Your dad is standing there in his boxers rubbing his eyes.
"What? What the fuck is going on?" he asks as he sees you standing there, covered in blood and holding a knife.
You grab the knife in one hand, grab Cindy's hand in the other, and then rush back into your house. You rush up to the front door. You don't have your keys, or your wallet, or your phone. Fuck. You bang on the door. "Someone open up!" you shout.
Cindy looks at you. "You know that they know who you are, right? I mean, we plan who we are going to take... what are we going to do now?"
Before you can respond, the door opens. Your dad is standing there in his boxers rubbing his eyes.
"What? What the fuck is going on?" he asks as he sees you standing there, covered in blood and holding a knife.
"Dad, just call the police. Tell them to come right away!" you tell him.
He looks at you and then rushes back into the house. You follow him inside. Your dad is not really a man of action, and he looks terrified as he grabs the kitchen phone and dials 911.
"Operator... yes... I have an emergency... I don't know... my daughter... she's covered in blood... yes... yes... that's my address... please send someone right away... yes, I'll stay on the line."
You turn away from your dad and rush back to the front door to lock it.
He looks at you and then rushes back into the house. You follow him inside. Your dad is not really a man of action, and he looks terrified as he grabs the kitchen phone and dials 911.
"Operator... yes... I have an emergency... I don't know... my daughter... she's covered in blood... yes... yes... that's my address... please send someone right away... yes, I'll stay on the line."
You turn away from your dad and rush back to the front door to lock it.
You grab Cindy by the hand and pull her up the stairs towards your room. "We'll hide up here and wait," you tell her.
She is still afraid as you pull her into your room and shut the door. "They're going to find us no matter what," she tells you. "There's nothing we can do... I don't even know why we ran." She begins to cry softly.
You pull her close to her and hold her tight. Her head rests on your shoulder and you run your fingers slowly through her hair.
"It will be alright," you tell her. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. We're going to be okay now. The police are on their way."
She pulls her head away from your shoulder and looks at you with tears in her eyes.
She is still afraid as you pull her into your room and shut the door. "They're going to find us no matter what," she tells you. "There's nothing we can do... I don't even know why we ran." She begins to cry softly.
You pull her close to her and hold her tight. Her head rests on your shoulder and you run your fingers slowly through her hair.
"It will be alright," you tell her. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. We're going to be okay now. The police are on their way."
She pulls her head away from your shoulder and looks at you with tears in her eyes.
You pull Cindy down and to the floor and then under the two of you get under the bed. You hold her close and you can feel her shaking beside you.
You lay there and wait, and then you hear the doorbell ring. Must be the police. You hear the door open, and then two gunshots. Cindy shrieks and begins to cry again.
"Shhhh! Shhhh!" You try to calm her down. They just killed your father. "We need to stay quiet," you whisper to her. "They may not know that we are here."
You lay there and wait, and then you hear the doorbell ring. Must be the police. You hear the door open, and then two gunshots. Cindy shrieks and begins to cry again.
"Shhhh! Shhhh!" You try to calm her down. They just killed your father. "We need to stay quiet," you whisper to her. "They may not know that we are here."
You leave Cindy under the bed and then step slowly to the door of your bedroom. You stand there, your knife at the ready.
You hear footsteps on the stairs. The steps are loud and thumping as they reach the top. You hear the door to your father's room open first. You prepare yourself, holding the knife tightly in your hand.
You hear the door close again down the hallway.
Your hands are sweaty as you hold the knife tightly.
You see the doorknob turn. The door opens quickly, and you swing down with your knife, penetrating the man's arm as he opens the door.
The knife is buried in the man's arm and he falls forward into the room. The knife is jammed in his arm as he falls forward and tries to bring his gun around to bear on you.
You grab at the gun with both hands. You both struggle for it, the gun pointed straight up in the air. He pulls the trigger, a shot ringing out.
He is too strong for you, and he begins to wrestle the gun towards you. Suddenly Cindy is there at your side. She grabs him by the face and thrusts her thumbs into his eyes, making him scream in pain and lose his grip on the gun.
You grab it, turn it towards his face, and pull the trigger. His body goes limp.
You hear footsteps on the stairs. The steps are loud and thumping as they reach the top. You hear the door to your father's room open first. You prepare yourself, holding the knife tightly in your hand.
You hear the door close again down the hallway.
Your hands are sweaty as you hold the knife tightly.
You see the doorknob turn. The door opens quickly, and you swing down with your knife, penetrating the man's arm as he opens the door.
The knife is buried in the man's arm and he falls forward into the room. The knife is jammed in his arm as he falls forward and tries to bring his gun around to bear on you.
You grab at the gun with both hands. You both struggle for it, the gun pointed straight up in the air. He pulls the trigger, a shot ringing out.
He is too strong for you, and he begins to wrestle the gun towards you. Suddenly Cindy is there at your side. She grabs him by the face and thrusts her thumbs into his eyes, making him scream in pain and lose his grip on the gun.
You grab it, turn it towards his face, and pull the trigger. His body goes limp.
You sit there on the floor, holding the gun, and wait. You point the gun at the door, waiting for someone to come in and get you.
You hear sirens from down the street. You sit there, waiting, with your gun pointed toward the door. No one comes through.
You hear shouting out in the street, and then shooting. You hear an automatic weapon firing. You can't be sure if it's the cops or the Russians.
You hear sirens from down the street. You sit there, waiting, with your gun pointed toward the door. No one comes through.
You hear shouting out in the street, and then shooting. You hear an automatic weapon firing. You can't be sure if it's the cops or the Russians.
You sit there and wait, continuing to hold the gun and stare at the doorway. You feel Cindy's hand on your arm, but you ignore her.
You sit there, waiting, as you hear gunfire continue in the street. The sounds of the sirens intensify. The shooting continues. As the shooting stops you sit there and wait, your gun still pointing at the door.
You hear people below you. "Police!" you hear them call out. Cindy's hand is more insistent on your elbow now, and you slowly lower the gun. There are tears rolling down your face, warm against your skin.
You let the gun fall to the floor. Two police officers come through the door and stop in shock as they see you sitting there, covered in blood, the dead mobster beside you.
You collapse into Cindy's arms as they stand there, staring.
One of them kicks the gun away from your free hand. You ignore his movements.
Cindy whispers in your ear, "Thank you."
You survived.
The End
You sit there, waiting, as you hear gunfire continue in the street. The sounds of the sirens intensify. The shooting continues. As the shooting stops you sit there and wait, your gun still pointing at the door.
You hear people below you. "Police!" you hear them call out. Cindy's hand is more insistent on your elbow now, and you slowly lower the gun. There are tears rolling down your face, warm against your skin.
You let the gun fall to the floor. Two police officers come through the door and stop in shock as they see you sitting there, covered in blood, the dead mobster beside you.
You collapse into Cindy's arms as they stand there, staring.
One of them kicks the gun away from your free hand. You ignore his movements.
Cindy whispers in your ear, "Thank you."
You survived.
The End
