[Rape,Snuff,Gore,Detailed] The beauty and the psycho [Part1: Enter Sarah Pincus]

{This story includes: Rape, snuff, gore. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.}

Infront of you plays this scene. You can’t do anything but watch it happen. (This is meant as a multiple parts-story post, with the intention of posting more and more of the story every day. I hope that’s ok. I just want to have one big continual story that I can also have time for to think about what happens next. )

*It’s a cold winter day, the weather is about 2°C and the lake’s and puddles were frozen, but are not now melting because it’s too warm for the ice. A young woman called Sarah Pincus, who is 24 years old, has long blonde hair, brown eyes and EE-cups is on her way to work, not knowing what to come. She’s on her cellphone, talking to her boyfriend. “Hey sweetie. Our date for today evening is all set, right? Did you reserve the table I wanted you to reserve?” she asks her boyfriend on the other line of the call. He responds with an annoyed “Yes babe, I did just like you said. Would you like me to pick you up from work when you’re done?”. She notices the annoyed tone and keeps it short. “Yes sweetie, I’ll give you a call so you know when to pick me up. Love you, good bye.” she says before hanging up the call.*

*On her way to work she comes across a bakery. She stops to look trough the window. She can see delicious looking cake-pieces and pies. She decides to go inside and buy a piece of applepie for her work-break later on. After she paid and got out, she continued her way to work. The road in fron of her was blocked by barriers and construction workers. “God dammit, why can’t this city ever tell people when a road is blocked.” she says to herself. She decides to take the next best route. It goes trough an one-way alley where she passes an hobo and two weed smoking black men. She feels uncomfortable in this part of town and decides to hurry up. She passes an abandoned, old mall which has it’s windows smashed in. She suddenly feels an hand grab her upper-right arm. She yelps out a bit, scared by the sudden grab. When she turns around it’s one of the weed-smoking men from earlier. “What’s wrong sir?” she asks, still a bit scared. “Don’t worry lady, you just dropped something and I wanted to return it. No need to be scared.” he says as he hands her her wallet. She must have accidentally dropped it “Oh, thank you very much sir.” she says and continues her way to work. Unfortunatly for her, she thought about checking her wallet about 2 minutes later. When she did, she found that it was empty. “That bastard!Of course I didn’t drop it!” she shouts since noone is there to hear it. She almost done walking along side the mall, just a few more meters. She suddenly feels another hand grab her upper-right arm. She turns around annoyed and asks “What’s it now?!” with a tone filled by it, thinking that it’s the same man from before. When she turns around she sees that it’s a different man. He’s tall, much taller than her and has dark brown hair. His muscles show up even under his sweatshirt. The man stays silent and just pulls somehting out of a bag he’s holding with his left hand. After seeing what the man has pulled out she freezes in shock. The man is pointing a gun right at her.*

*The next thing she knows is feeling an intens, stinging pain in her left shoulder. She’s been shot. She screams out loud in pain, but no one is near her to hear it. The man cocks the gun, but doesn’t shoot this time. “If you don’t want to get shot again, shut your fucking mouth and do as I say!” he yells at her and soon after slaps her with his free hand. She begins to tear up and tries to calm herself down, but the pain leaves her whimpering and sobbing. It’s calm enough for the man though. He grabs her by her right arm and simply drags her along as he walks towards a broken mall window. She struggles at first, but after he points the gun at her again she stops the struggling, still sobbing because of the pain. He stops infront of the window. “Get in there!” he orders her and pushes her towards it, him now standing behind her and pointing his gun at her. She stays silent but nods and soon after climbs trough the broken window. The remaining window pieces scrap her clothes and skin, cutting both open at some spots. She yelps as she’s cut by it but proceeds to climb through it.*

*Once she’s on the other side she thinks about runnin off. ‘I could probably hide here somewhere’ she thinks to herself, but those thoughts are shortlived as she notices the man still pointing his gun at her, even as he climbs trough the window. She whipers, knowing that her escape plan has been shattered. He smirks, seeing that she didn’t run off “Good woman, you weren’t stupid enough to try to escape.” he says, his voice almost sounding like he’s proud. It was at this poin where she noticed his deep, smoker like voice. She assumed that it was from smoking cigarets. “W-what do you want from me?” she asks him, stuttering a bit. “W-what do I want from you?” he says, mocking her. “I want you to take off your clothes for starters. Otherwise…well look to your left” he says as he points to his right with the gun.*

*She slowly turns her head around and almost pukes after seeing what he’s talking about. Her eyes widen in horror and she hold her hand infront of her mouth in shock as she sees what looks like 4 corpses, every single one of them having their stomachs cut open and their guts gushing out. Some of their limbs are severed. Two are missing both their pinkies, thumbs and middle fingers. One is missing a foot, the other a leg. The thing that seems the worst to her, besides the cut open stomach, is the fact that one of the heads is cut off. The face filled with an expression of true fear, terror and pain. Sarah doesn’t even dare to imagine what they must have endured and takes a couple of steps back.*

*She turns back towards the man and looks at him, her face filled with fear and shock. “I won’t repeat me again, take off your clothes!” he says and soon after slaps her cheek. She whimpers but nods and slowly takes off her Jacket and sweatshirt, keeping her bra on. As she takes off her sweatshirt, she stops for a second. Her sweatshirt had seemingly fused with the wound and was all bloody,her taking it off torn on the crust that was building. She whimpers and counts to three before pulling on the sweatshirt, ripping the wound open again and making blood shoot out. She begins to tear up again as the pain returns. It takes a few moments before she calms down and proceeds. She does the same with her shoes, jeans and socks, leaving her panties on as well. She looks away, blushing crimson red in embarrassment. “Good slut” the man says and the next thing Sarah feels is a strong pain on her head, shortly after passing out. She’s been knocked out.*

END OF PART 1.

To be continued…

(Hey, I hope you enjoed the first part of this ongoing story. Please feel free to tell me what I could improve on and what you’d like to see in it.)

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