"You just about done? I need another beer."

A couple of neglected bites of chicken and a few straggling fries were resting unattended on Julie's tray. She was slurping the last bit of coke through her straw, and she nodded at Tom. "Sure. Let's bounce."

"Cool."

Perhaps it was the ecstasy kicking in, but Julie was feeling adventurous, and wasn't quite ready to call it a night. "You wanna try getting into a club?"

"I'm down. The bouncer over at Felini's is a customer of mine. He'll let us in."

"Let's do it."








Nearly an hour later, true to Tom's word, they were waved inside Felini's without question, and Julie followed the drug-dealer into a swarming mob of twenty-somethings, most of them standing around trying to talk over the thumping beats of Sublime's What I Got, others bobbing their heads and moving to the music, while still others were brushing past each other, on their way to a table, to the dance floor, to the bar, to the restroom, or perhaps just wandering aimlessly. Different colored lights flashed brightly overhead, but the club still managed to look dim and seedy.

Tom pushed his way to the bar, Julie close in tow behind him, and slapped a twenty down on the counter. In no time at all a tall, serious looking fellow leaned over to take his order. After handing him a bottle of Budweiser and a cup filled with a colorful concoction, the bartender snatched up the twenty, thanked Tom, and turned his attention to one of the other dozens of patrons patiently awaiting his services.

"Let's get a table," Tom shouted above the roar of the club.

Julie nodded, and again followed Tom through the horde of party-goers. The bar and the restrooms were on the eastern side of the club, the tables and booths on the west, and in between them was the dance floor. Plowing through bodies while trying to remain cordial, Tom and Julie circled the center stage, where drunkards and dance fiends alike shook what mother nature gave them, until Tom apparently caught sight of an acquaintance of his.

"Sammy!" Tom began to bull his way in a new direction, calling to his friend. "Sam!"

Searching for recognition on a boy's face, and wondering if he'd be cute, Julie scanned the crowd, but as it turned out, Sammy was a woman. A blonde who appeared to be in her early twenties smiled at Tom and raised a hand, waving emphatically. Tom smiled back, raised a hand in return, and continued in her direction.

The two embraced, smiling and exchanging salutations. Then Tom intoduced Julie to his friend, and Julie blushed a bit as the bouncy blonde took her in her arms and hugged her warmly. "We're gonna get a table. Come sit with us," Tom shouted to Samantha.

"I'm here with Liz and Adan, follow me." Now Sam led the way as they once again parted the crowd. Back in a booth sat a tubby, unattractive young woman with her arms around a slender, unattractive young man. They both smiled politely and shook hands with Julie and Tom as they were introduced, but they seemed to be lost in each other's charms, barely aware of the world around them. Julie thought it must be a wonderful feeling.

"So where's Jacob?" Tom asked Sammy.

"He started shit and took off with his friends, so fuck 'em."

"That's why I stay single."

Sam rolled her eyes. "You wanna dance?"

Tom shook his head; he wasn't a dancer. "I'm here to drink," he answered, raising his glass.

"That's why you stay single," Sammy told him. Then she shifted her dark, hazel eyes to Julie. "How 'bout you?"

Julie raised her eye brows in surprise. "You wanna dance?"

"Sure, why not?" Sammy called back. The blonde possessed a sexy air of confidence that Julie admired, and she was intrigued. Glancing at Tom, who nodded as if to say go ahead, Julie slid out of the booth and took Sammy's hand.



"So how come I've never met you before?" Sammy asked as she led Julie to the dance floor.

Julie shrugged. "How do you know Tom?"

"How does anybody know Tom? He's the man."

Julie nodded, not quite satisfied with Sammy's answer.

Seeming to sense this, Sammy confided, "He sells weed to my boyfriend." She paused before adding, "And sometimes we go skiing." Familiar with the lingo, Julie knew this wasn't the type of skiing that involved strapping long, wooden planks to your feet.

"I don't go out with him much, usually we just talk on the phone or I stop by his pad for a while," Julie said. "We're from the same neighborhood."

Sammy nodded. "You like to party though?"

Julie gave her a sheepish grin. She rarely smoked, and this was her first time partying with molly, but she wanted to impress this older girl, so she answered coyly, "Sometimes."

"You sure are something to look at, I'll tell you. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Julie lied. She didn't know why, or perhaps maybe she did. She was straight, and did not feel any real attraction to this woman, but she could see that the feeling was not mutual, and it may have just been the molly influencing her, but she was curious to see where things would lead. Tupac was singing his rendition of How Do You Want It, and Julie began to twist and grind against the sexy blonde girl, her inhibitions fading into the musky air.

Her hips pistoning, her groin rubbing against Sammy's sleek buttocks, her perky breasts jiggling gently in her bra, Julie worked all her charms for her older companion. She ran her hands down Sammy's body, feeling the young woman's firm muscles flexing, as Sammy twisted her torso to the rhythm of the music. They moved about each other, sauntering boldly in a rhythmic ritual as ancient as the cavemen, and the girls locked eyes. Julie's impossibly blue gaze transfixing Sammy's sultrous stare, a primal, unspoken energy passed between them. Something unseen and inexpressible, but just as real as a bolt of lightning. In that moment Julie knew Sammy wanted her as badly as a person can want another, and she felt strangely powerful in this knowledge.

The dance ended, and the girls returned to their table, where they made small talk and sipped their drinks, but their eyes kept returning to each other, each of them sizing the other up. Tom made a joke and they all laughed, but Julie didn't even catch the punchline. Her attention was on Samantha. Samantha, with her smooth, mountainous breasts bare and thrust upward as she lay on her back, her hands tied to her bed posts, awaiting Julie's touch. Samantha, dancing and twisting around a pole, her every move choreographed for Julie's pleasure, tight latex hugging her voluptuous curves.

It wasn't so much the girl she was attracted to, but the feeling of power she held over her. This older, gorgeous woman was practically eating from the palm of her hand, and it was every bit as much of a drug as the molly. An hour after reaching the club Julie slipped another dose into her drink, tossed it back, and a short time later, when Quad City DJ's hit, Come On 'N' Ride It came blasting through the club's speakers, she couldn't stop her body from moving. She got up and tugged on Samantha's hand. "Come on, we gotta dance to this one."

Samantha laughed and followed Julie back to the dance floor, both girls light of heart and fairly intoxicated. This time their dancing was slightly less erotic and a bit more playful, but the flirtation between them was still easy to detect. As the song faded out Julie placed her hands on Sammy's shoulders, and without thinking, pulled Sammy's body against her own and pressed her lips against the older girl's. Sammy responded with eager receptiveness, their lips parting and tongues darting into one another's mouths.

When they finally separated, Sammy looked at Julie with burning hunger. "Let's get out of here. Go back to my place."

Her breath short, her heart pounding in her chest, Julie nodded slowly. It was crazy, she was straight, she was Catholic, she was underage, she had just met this woman, and the woman had a boyfriend. She shouldn't be going home with her. Everything about it was wrong. Still, Julie said yes with hardly a second thought. She had her whole life to do the right thing. Tonight she wanted to do something bad.




Samantha rented a house in a run down neighborhood south of I-10, where the buildings were all dark and forboding. Chipped paint, crumbling roofs, and shoddily kept yards were the predominant traits of the area. Although her home was slightly better maintained than those surrounding it, Sam's pad was no prize.

Deterioration could be detected on some of the corners of the outer walls, but most of the exterior appeared to be in tact. The front door was a rotting piece of oak with peeling white paint, and inside the floor was composed of wooden planks which creaked when you walked on them, covered in places by cheap white rugs.

The house was tidy enough, the type of order one would expect to find in a single female's residence. Things were in their proper places, the floor and furniture relatively dust free. While there were no precious trinkets or pricey knick knacks to be found, the place was well furnished.

Wasting no time with these trivial observations, Julie and Sam made a bee line for the bedroom, sucking face and tearing at each other's clothes. By the time the pining tandem had breached the boudoir, Julie was topless and hitching her fingers into her jeans, sliding them down her legs. Her wonderful tits peaked upward, as if her nipples were asking Sam to suck them.

Samantha's blouse was open in front, her bra removed, and her lovely round breasts bounced gently on her chest, perky and firm despite their considerable size. Her flat, firm belly trembled with excitement, and she dropped her skirt at the foot of the bed.

Julie stepped out of her jeans and moved towards her, putting her hands on those magnificent jiggling globes. Her fingers squeezed and caressed, playing with the nipples, feeling them stiffen under her touch. A soft moan passed over Julie's lips as Sam slipped her fingers into Julie's warm, moist womanhood.

They fell on the bed together, Julie's thick, curvy body covering Sam's slightly firmer, trimmer, figure. Brown hair dangling over her brow, Julie's sparkling, vibrant blue eyes gazed playfully at the girl below her, perky breasts hanging from her chest, sashaying gently between them. She gasped as she felt Sam's teeth biting into her left nipple, gnawing gently at the skin. Her hand went to that breast, clamping down on the base, pushing the fat towards its tip, creating pressure.

"Oh God," Julie sighed, rolling on the bed, clutching herself in rhapsody, while Sam's fingers rubbed all the right nerves in her clitoris. After a while Sam went down on her, doing things with her skillful tongue that Julie never dreamt possible. Pleasure continued to build in her nether regions, gaining momentum like a snow ball tumbling down a hill, until Julie thought she would burst with ecstasy. Her cries of delectation grew in volume and frequency, her hands clawing frantically at her pert, firm bosom. When at last Sam was finished Julie was weak in the knees, completely out of breath, and indescribably satiated. She had never expected this to feel so good.

Dreamy, euphoric blue eyes gazed at Sam from behind her tousled bangs, and Sam smiled at her. Sam had all the experience in this department, it seemed, and Julie was surprised to find herself a little embarrassed that she could not aptly return the favor. She opened her mouth as if to say something to this effect, but Sam stopped her with a finger to her lips.

"Don't worry, you did fine." Sam winked at her. "I've got my trusty vibrator and a freshly filled spank bank. Just sit back and watch."

So Julie sat on the bed while Sam dug a pink, plastic device, an inch and a half in diameter and perhaps ten inches long, out of her underwear drawer. Big, perfect white teeth glimmered in the dimly lit room as Julie grinned sheepishly. A switch was flipped and the little device sprang to life, buzzing robustly in Sam's palm. Sam laid down on the bed next to Julie, looking up at her with ravished eyes, and inserted the toy in her vagina.

It was incredibly stimulating to watch, and as Sam worked Julie began fingering herself and pinching her nipples with renewed zest. Before long both girls were moaning, climbing the summit of human elation, Julie for the second time that night. Their business concluded at roughly the same time, and for a while after they only stared into each other's eyes, both of them spent and out of breath.

"You wanna stay the night?" Sam finally asked, smiling gently at her newfound lover.

Christ, what am I doing? Julie thought. She was already in shit up to her neck with her parents, and she had just committed a grave sin by laying with a woman, if she believed that shit they taught her at the church. To make matters worse, she was compounding that sin by fucking a girl who was already in a relationship. Still, she knew she was going to stay even before she opened her mouth to reply, "Yeah, if that's okay."

"Sure, I can give you a ride home in the morning. I've got some shorts you can wear." Sammy tossed Julie a worn pair of blue cotton shorts, which Julie slipped into, and deciding to sleep topless, she didn't bother with her shirt or bra. She received no arguments from Sam on that count. "Are you sure you're eighteen?"

Julie's seventeenth birthday was more three weeks away, but she nodded.

They climbed into bed and Sam switched off the bedside lamp.

"Good night, Julie." Sam was smiling as she closed her eyes. For some time Julie just lie awake, watching Sam doze off, remembering how wonderful this woman had made her feel. Life was a beautiful thing. Her head was still spinning from the alcohol, she had just experienced her first sexual encounter in a way she had never imagined, her emotions were tuned up thanks to the MDMA, and she was lying in bed next to a drop dead sexy woman. Who would have thought her night would end with such bliss? As her eyes finally closed, she focused on Sam's steady breathing, and tried to stop smiling.

Julie's conscious thoughts were just beginning to trail off when there came a noise at the door. Her eyes popped open, reality cruising back, washing away the dream world where she had been telling Tom something nonsensical, something she could no longer put her finger on, and she distinctly heard the sound of a key turning in a lock.

"Sam," Julie whispered as she heard the front door swing open. Sam rolled over in the bed they shared and rubbed her eyes. "Someone's here." The floorboards creaked as someone, someone heavy, walked across them.

Sam's eyes widened in fear. "Jacob?" she called out.

"He lives here?" Julie asked.

Hastily getting out of bed, Sam whispered back, "No, but he has a key." She was pulling on a pair of warm ups and running a hand through her hair.

Fuck, Julie thought. What did I get myself into? While Sam rushed to meet her boyfriend at the door, Julie searched for her blouse, but realizing she had left it in her wake on the way to Sam's bedroom, she opted for one of Sam's shirts instead. It was a white, button down thing, all the buttons currently undone, and just as Julie slipped it around her arms she heard shouting outside the bedroom door.

"Who's here with you?!"

"No one. Jacob, please, you're drunk!"

There was a crashing sound, followed by a timid cry from Sam, and in her mind's eye Julie saw Sammy trying to stop some drunken brute from entering her bedroom, the drunken brute tossing her aside like a ragdoll. She didn't realize how painfully accurate this actually was. She glanced at the window and considered trying to escape, but would there be enough time to fumble open the locks, wherever they might be, raise the window, and scamper out?

Fuck, what did I get myself into?

Deciding she had to try, Julie hopped over the bed and threw open the curtains, but was dismayed to see that the window was barred to prevent break-ins.

Julie briefly entertained the idea of hiding under the bed, but when she turned around she saw Sam's angry boyfriend towering in the doorway. His face was red as a cherry, his eyes bloodshot from the booze but brimming with rage, and a plump purple vein throbbed on his forehead. If he was a cartoon there would be steam rising from his head. Frozen in fear, Julie looked at the behemoth blocking her escape.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know," she lied, "I thought she was single." It immediately occurred to her that she might be making things worse for Sam, but it was the only defense she could think of.

"Sammy, you slut," Jacob roared. "This is what you do when I'm not here? You fuck ditzy little high school chicks?" He moved towards Julie, and Julie scooped up Sammy's cell phone from the night stand, waving it in front of her like it was a magic relic that would ward off evil.

"I'll call the cops," she threatened.

Jacob roared with laughter. "You can try."

Realizing the bastard would be on her before should even dial nine, Julie chunked the useless device at him, but he ducked and it sailed over his head, smashing into pieces against the wall behind him. Rising back up, he smiled at her, but there was not a shred of good-nature in that grin.

Oh God, this is bad. Attacking the beastly man head on without any sort of weapon was madness, so Julie leaped over the bed and scrambled for the closet, hoping to discover a golf club or a baseball bat or a machine gun. Despite his size and apparent inebriation, Jacob moved with surprising nimbleness. He met her at the closet door, took hold of her shoulders, and pinned her against the wall.

"Sammy!" Julie cried.

"She's had a little accident," Jacob told her, almost regretfully. "But now you and I are gonna have some fun." A gorilla sized fist slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. It felt like she had been hit by a truck.

"Fucker," Julie grunted, mustering up her strength and refusing to be a victim, she seized Jacob's crotch in her right hand and squeezed with everything she had. The fucker's jaw dropped and his facial muscles tightened. The grip on Julie's shoulders was suddenly relinquished as his hands went to his groin, hoping to liberate his privates from her ironclad grasp, and she pushed him back, letting go of him as he crumbled to his knees.

She darted around the bastard and headed for the door, no longer concerned with her purse or her bra or even Sam's safety, but it was not to be. Jacob, with one hand on his johnson, fell to the floor and stretched out a long, thick arm. His reaching fingers found purchase on Julie's right ankle, and she went sprawling. She clawed frantically at the floor boards as Jacob hauled her in.

Keep fighting him. Don't give up. Kicking wildly, Julie's left foot connected with Jacob's jaw and she broke free. Jacob reeled from the blow, but he was quick to recover. As Julie scrambled to her feet so did he.

"Sammy," Julie shouted again as she reached the doorway. Then she was yanked back by her blouse, twirled around, and slung into the bookcase against the eastern wall.

She lost her footing and went tumbling head first, but managed to raise her right arm to protect her face as she crashed into the shelves. Sixty pounds of polished wood and an army of hard cover books came toppling down on top of her, crushing her with its weight.

"You bitch!" Jacob shouted.

That's me, Julie thought, dazed. She struggled against the toppled shelf, but with little success. Just as she prepared to double her efforts, Jacob lifted the book case off her with surprising ease, then pulled her from the clutter. Julie's feet barely touched the floor as she was lifted into the air, then went hurtling into the doorway. Her back smacked against the hard wooden frame, and a line of flesh seemed to raise up where she made impact. Groaning in agony, before Julie could recover Jacob was on top of her, this time lifting her by her hair.

It felt as if her scalp would be ripped off her head, but somehow it remained attached. She was hoisted off the ground until she was eye level with Goliath, then the titan unleashed a whistling left handed roundhouse, smashing Julie's right cheek and knocking her senseless. Bright light replaced her vision for an indefinite period of time, and when she regained her senses she was on her hands and knees, hair hanging in her face.

She rose up, not sure where she was or how she got there, and felt a foot plant itself in the center of her back. She stumbled forward, out of control, until her left thigh collided with a small cabinet and she went tumbling. Julie rolled onto her side, feeling the hard wood floor beneath her, and as she looked at her surroundings she recognized Sam's living room. There was a couch near the cabinet that had tripped her up, a TV on the far side of the room, a recliner beyond the couch, a few potted plants here and there, a glass coffee table, and in a corner lie Sam, her head twisted at an impossible angle and her eyes blank and glossy and staring.

"Sam!" Julie cried. Sam's dead, she told herself. It didn't seem possible. Not thirty minutes ago she'd had Sam's talented tongue in her snatch, awakening nerves Julie never even knew existed. An hour ago they had been grinding against each other on the dance floor, the blonde woman's lithe body so vibrant and alive it was easy to believe she'd never die. But there she was, crumpled and lifeless in the corner.

There was no time to grieve, however, as a foot came blurring into view, and Julie just caught sight of it before it connected with her jaw, snapping her head back and bloodying her lip. She raised her hands to shield her face from further blows, and her savage assailant delivered several bone crushing kicks to her body instead.

With two of her ribs cracked, Julie rolled away from the impact and got to her knees. I've got to get away. I can't let him kill me like he did Sam. Can't. Her mind was racing as she struggled to find her feet, the couch at her back seemingly conspiring against her, making it difficult to rise up. A powerful kick caught her square in the stomach, and then she was being lifted off the floor again. Before she could find her bearings she came crashing down through the coffee table, shards of glass slicing up her arms and her back.

Julie rolled groggily onto her stomach and half-crawled, half-ran for the kitchen, until she found herself in front of an island with a kitchen block stocked full of knives. Suspended above the island was a rack from which at least a dozen shiny pots and pans dangled like giant wind chimes. No sooner than did Julie's fingers brush against the handle of a butcher knife, did a pair of hands snag her from behind, one lifting her up from her firm round buttocks and the other tugging on the collar of her borrowed blouse, a blouse that now belonged to a dead girl. Before she could react she was flung forward over the island, crashing through the pots and pans and smacking against the cabinets beneath the kitchen sink.

Sprawled on the floor, she felt the scattered cooking ware poking her in the back. She hauled herself back to her feet and brought the heaviest skillet she could get her hands on with her, aiming to slam it into the side of the bastard's head, but Jacob was ready for her, and he caught her wrist before she could brain him. Her left hand, which was empty, reached for the bastard's face, hoping to put out an eye, but she faltered when she felt a heavy fist slam into her belly.

Instead of putting out an eye her nails dug furrows in the bastard's cheek, but she lost her grip on the skillet. Her wind was just beginning to come back to her after the crushing blow to her gut when Jacob's right hand clamped down on her throat like a vice. She clawed frantically at an arm built like a tree trunk, but it earned her no reprieve. Her already tightly constricted trachea became nearly closed off completely when Jacob lifted the teen in the air, her bare feet kicking uselessly at empty space.

So this is what it feels like to hang, Julie thought with horror. How am I going to get out of this? I can't let him kill me, but he's so strong. Maybe if I can reach his face again. But before Julie could make another go for his eye she was slung through the air and slammed down on her back atop the stove. The clenched fist still remained tight around her throat, however, and her astonishingly beautiful young face was turning an alarming shade of purple.

She soon had new problems to worry her aside from a lack of air, as Jacob switched on the burners. It was a gas stove, so hot flames quickly set Sam's blouse alight, and Julie began to burn. A shriek died in her constricted throat, and all she managed was a choked grunt, but she bucked and kicked with renewed vigor in an effort to escape the fire at her back. With a twist of her powerfully built torso Julie finally managed to gain some leverage, wedging her leg between herself and Jacob, and with a shove of her foot she was free.

She rolled off the stove and ended up back on the floor amidst the scattered pots and pans, and with pained gasps she shook the charring blouse from her shoulders. Black and red skin blistered on her back, but she had managed to free herself from the flames. As she struggled to find her footing and make a run for it, she felt those hateful fingers snatch up a handful of hair and lift her off the floor.

"Stop," she pleaded, her voice tired and cracking, but Jacob did not stop. Instead he stuck a steak knife into her lower back, and Julie's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. In a flurry, the knife moved in and out of her three more times in the space of about one and a half seconds, and Julie struggled to get away.

Jesus, he's poking me full of holes. This is bad. This is so fucking bad.. She finally managed to pull free of his grip, losing a few strands of hair in the process, and turned to face him, just in time for him to slip the knife into her again, this time entering her soft tummy to the right of her navel. Julie squealed weakly, then groaned as the blade was removed and reinserted in her midriff twice more. Spurts of blood splashed across the kitchen floor, spattering her toes, but she reacted valiantly, seizing the bastard's ears and slamming the crown of her head into his nose. There was a satisfying crunch, and when she let go of him, Jacob staggered backwards, cupping his face in his hands, and Julie saw that she was no longer the only one bleeding.

"Bith, boo boke by bose!" Jacob whined, and Julie couldn't restrain a snort of laughter, even though it caused a jarring jolt of agony in her ravaged belly.

With one hand pressed against her stomach, Julie scooped up one of the pots that had dropped on the island. Jacob was injured, but not badly enough. If she tried to run he'd be on her in no time, and she wasn't interested in being carved up any further, so she swung the pot with everything she had, even though it felt like she was tearing her insides apart.

This time she was rewarded with considerably more success, as Jacob tried to dodge the blow too late and the left side of his face was crushed. The big guy went down, and Julie took that as her queue to run.

She had seen horror movies where the victim has her killer on the ropes and fails to finish the job, and she had mocked them for their stupidity, but in that moment she remembered none of that. All she knew was that she was hurt badly, maybe even dying, and she needed to get away. She needed help, and with Jacob down, this was her chance.

So she turned and ran, as best a person in her condition could run, and made it out the front door. Once in the cool night air, she opened her mouth to scream for help, but her voice was too hoarse from nearly having her windpipe crushed, and all she could muster was a meager squeak.

Having no vehicle in which to escape, she staggered down the driveway and into the street. Someone would come. Someone would help. They just had to. She looked up and down the block and saw no one, no lights, no signs of life whatsoever, then glanced back at Sam's front door, half expecting to see Jacob come charging out after her. She breathed a sigh of relief when the fuck stick was nowhere in sight, and cast her incredible blue eyes down to her belly, where she was clutching herself with both hands. Gouts of blood spurted through her fingers and spattered her toes, and Julie was beginning to feel light-headed. I've gotta get help. I can't die like this. I'm not ready to die.

Barefoot, bare breasted, bruised, battered, brutalized and bleeding, Julie padded down the middle of the street, her beautiful blue eyes searching frantically for a friendly face. When she reached the end of block she cast another look back, again expecting to see Jacob hot on her heels, but it seemed she had really given the bastard the slip. "Oh thank God," she whispered hoarsely, and she turned left.

Halfway down the adjacent block she finally saw lights. Headlights, no less, of an approaching vehicle. She scampered towards it and waved her hands over her head, ecstatic when it slowed to a stop. Thrilled to have narrowly escaped what she feared was certain death, she climbed hastily into the passenger seat. "Thank you," she squeaked, her voice barely audible, "I need he..." It was all she managed before an iron fist smashed into the side of her head, and everything went dim. She retained just enough of her senses to perceive her temple being slammed into the dashboard, and then she lost consciousness.

When she came to, she was slung over a muscular shoulder, being touted back into Samantha's house. As she was tossed back into the kitchen, Julie began to understand that she had unwittingly climbed into Jacob's car as he pursued her. Just like those idiot girls in all those horror movies, she thought to herself. The small of her back collided with the edge of the kitchen island, bending her over backwards before she dropped to the floor. She struggled to find her footing, and just managed to stand before Jacob clouted her with a right hook.

She ended up with her head dangling over the sink, spitting blood into the basin. I was out,[i] she thought in frustration. [i]I can't believe I'm back here, doing this again. I was fucking out![i] She pushed off the counter and turned back towards Jacob just in time to see him lunge at her with a butcher knife. Dancing away and raising her left arm in defense, Julie received a deep cut along her forearm, then screamed, "Wait!" Fighting her way out was becoming increasingly difficult, but perhaps she could reason and bargain her way out of this. "You need me alive!"

Jacob's jaw was shattered, his mouth hung open grotesquely, so he did not respond, but Julie could see the intrigue and puzzlement on his face, so she went on. "I can testify for you. In court." Jacob tried to smile, twisting his mouth into a horrifying misshapen grin. "The cops are gonna know you were here." Julie said hurriedly as Jacob lunged at her again.

There was nowhere left to run. Julie was backed into a corner, the kitchen sink to her right and a kitchen counter at her back and to the left, so she tried to catch Jacob's arm as he thrust at her with the knife. It was like trying to stop a BMW. The huge blade slammed into her midsection, slightly left of her navel. She felt the sickening sensation as the steel cut deep, severing muscles and intestines as it went clean through her. She knew immediately that the wound was much worse than those left by the steak knife. This blade was five times as large.

She barely had time to grunt before Jacob pulled the blade free and jammed it back into her upper abdomen, slicing through her solar plexus. This time the pain hit her like a tidal wave, beyond anything she imagined possible. "Ooooo," she moaned miserably, her eyes bulging in their sockets and her mouth yawning in shock and disbelief. So many thoughts flitted through her pretty head, all of them tarnished by the horrible realization that she was cornered, helpless, and this man was killing her. STOP HIM!

Julie wheezed as the knife was messily retracted, slicing downward through her guts in the process, and just managed to catch her breath and squeal, "Stop," before it plunged into her again, this time a little lower, and Julie felt the steel scraping against her spine as it made its way through her tummy. "Please, I didn't know," she gasped. Jacob twisted the knife, slicing sideways as he withdrew it, then slipped it back into her, to the right of her navel. Julie cried out softly, then added, "You can fuck me." Another twist and pull, and the knife was free again. Julie winced as the blade ran her through a fifth time, a little higher and farther to the right this time, and she babbled hurriedly, "We can have sex. I'll suck your dick." The heartless bastard answered her by pulling the knife sideways through her belly, slicing her wide open before finally retrieving the steel from her flesh.

Glistening pink tubing began to uncoil and slide out of her, and Julie tried to clutch at it as it fell, but her coordination was leaving her. She spared a quick downward glance to see a torrent of bloodshed and a few loops of entrails draped over her fingers, then looked back up into her killer's eyes as he ran her through a sixth time, a couple inches above her belly button. "Flaaauuulp," she gasped, and droplets of blood spattered from her lush lips.

She saw nothing but cruel rage in her killer's eyes, not a shred of humanity, and understood her pleas were falling on deaf ears. Her heart went cold as she realized she was going to die. Nothing would stop that now.

As the knife left her flesh for the sixth time, Julie slid down the cabinets until her butt touched the floor. She remained in that position, sitting with her guts in her lap, blinking away tears and trying to cope with the awful realization that this was truly it. Her reality was coming to an end. "I'm so scared," she said meekly, looking up at Jacob, who stood stoically in front of her, watching her die. The knife that had ended her remained clutched in his grasp, her blood dripping from the blade. "I don't want to die." Her lower lip trembled, and Jacob did not answer. "This is so stupid," she whined. "Why did you have to kill me? You were already gonna go to jail for killing Sam. I didn't even know you. You could have just let me go."

Jacob knelt beside her and almost loving caressed her left breast, before slipping all fourteen inches of the giant butcher knife into it. Julie thought he meant to stab her in the heart, but she felt the steel slicing through her lung instead. When he removed the blade a wheezing cough brought more pink blood to her lips, and Julie whimpered, "Ohmagawd, ohmagawd, ohmagawd, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." Her chest filled with a crushing pain, and her breath drew short. "I'm dying." *gasp* "I don't." *gasp* "Idoanwannadie." Jacob guided the blade back into her chest, between her fifth and sixth ribs, just below the swell of her left breast. Julie saw it disappear inside of her, her eyes bulging with disbelief, and saw it come back out. "Nonononono. Nononononono." She moved her left hand to her wounded tit and kept her right hand on her belly, grasping at her liberated bowels.

When Jacob slid the knife through her right nipple, destroying her last good lung, Julie lost it. It's impossible to describe what she was thinking, because her thought processes had broken down at this point and she was nothing more than a panicked animal. She elicited a wordless moan. "Aaaaoooommmaaaaaaallllluuu," too terrified to actually speak, or even form a coherent thought. This seemed to please Jacob, as he stood up, leaving the knife buried in Julie, a broken smile trying to form on his ruined mouth. They remained that way, Jacob watching Julie wallow in indescribable anguish, for the next twenty-two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, before Julie finally died.[/i][/i][/i]