The lodgings were destitute. Flies flitted about under the flickering light, under a weakly spinning ceiling fan. A gross, sticky carpet, walls chipped beyond repair, and brown, crimson, oily stains on the bed from 'something' previous guests were doing here.

"What a blowout. If you're a diplomat, can't you at least treat your guests with some courtesy?"

Lita was lucky that the older man clad in a polished blue suit, who sat on the mattress across the room gazing out the window, couldn't hear her.

"Why am I always the one assigned to these kinds of jobs…? Oh well, at least it'll be less of a hassle this time. If he really likes the same stuff as me, who knows? We might even hit it off." With one last sarcastic laugh, she approached.
"Ahem! Lita Ivana, secretary at the Main Street Wayside Hotel. Mr. Morrison, you booked 'special favors' for tonight, if I'm not mistaken?"

Morrison turned around, a calm smile on his face. There was no mistaking what he held in his hands; ropes, tape, gags. A limited yet imposing selection. "Well, aren't you a fine lass? I hear the staff at this hotel goes above and beyond, and the rumors are true. What little dignity you must have to walk through the halls naked like that."

She was to gather evidence on him for the supposed aggravated assault and sexual harassment charges from early last year; no one believed he was in the wrong, so it was a job of clearing suspicion. "Sir, I am ready to be used at any time. That's all the gesture means, really. Think nothing of it. What brings you? I am sure you'd much prefer staying at a high-end establishment."

With a sigh, Morrison waved his hand. "Call me by my name, Lita, and I'll call you by yours. It'll help close the distance between us. Shy little thing- come closer, I don't bite unless you want me to."

He hadn't answered the question at all. Despite that, she couldn't help but draw closer. This man had a way with words, to be sure, but so did she. "Oh my, would you be so kind?" She needed to buy some time to look through his belongings, but it was something she'd have to do later. It seemed she'd have to satisfy him first; though, the blood was beginning to rush to her head as well. Seating herself with an energetic elegance on the edge of the bed, she placed her hands behind her back and clasped her legs together. "Take me, won't you, Morrison?"

Sticky, sappy- that feeling snaking itself around her legs caused her to wriggle about a bit. Yes, that truly was firm. She could feel a light touch from his hands on her bare skin every once in a while, though he always drew back, letting the sharp cutting of rope and tape into flesh do the work. "Too tight? Please let me know if it's uncomfortable."

Trying to squirm around, Lita felt her arms and legs both in a deadlock. They were together, her elbows nearly touching, and her legs not given room to breathe. She fell over onto the scratchy mattress: it was definitely uncomfortable, but she liked it. She'd always fantasized about the feeling of rough hands and rough rope, in fact. "Why don't you give me the room to move an inch? Hm?" He was running his hands all along her body- over her stomach, her breasts, her thighs. Yes, it's always better when they treat your body with a little bit of respect instead of fucking you right off the bat, isn't it?

"Perfect, perfect," he muttered, and Morrison let go of Lita at once. "What kind of stupid girl lets themselves be tied up in such a shady part of town?"

It took an instant for her blood to run cold. In that instant, he'd grabbed something from his bag. Lita blinked, unable to register the sharp glint and shine of the items in his hands. What were… those…?

"Sir… Mr. Morrison…"

In her shell-shock, Morrison was able to rush up to her at once. Before she could even scream, he shoved a ring gag between her lips, forcing open her jaw and clasping the back around her head. Her screams were muffled by his rough hand covering her mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!! MMMMMM!! MM!!"

"Quit being so loud, would you?" A sharp pain flashed through the right side of her abdomen, streaking along into her arms and legs. Her world spun, and she was over on the bed, sideways- a single cry of pain giving way to violent coughing and hacking, her body crumpling and writhing and trying to worm her way out of those much-too tight ropes and that sticky feeling around her legs, it sticks, it's so sticky. Morrison had kneed Lita with the force of a boulder. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before they sent someone to get me, but… What can you do?"

Unable to run, and in too much pain to scream, Lita could only weakly move out of the way of the incoming tape, which covered her nostrils completely. Morrison had already dropped his suit. The massive, horrific thing hanging in front of her caused her eyes to jolt wide open. No, she couldn't-

"Gggrrrack- gha-?! Mmph- kh- khaaaah- ghhha… mmmmmm! Gk- gk-" Choking. She was choking, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe- her throat stung, it was sore because he'd slammed the whole thing in at once, it hurts, he broke it, he broke it, he broke it! She tried to breathe, but felt only her own saliva trickle into her lungs, which caused her to cough and hack more violently.

Morrison's calm smile remained. He couldn't be sure of her expression, but he was sure she was terrified. He could only feel her trying to squirm desperately, her conjoined legs kicking through the air as one - as if that would help her at all. Her throat gripped so tightly around him- so warm, so strong- it must have not even let precious oxygen flow into her lungs. And maybe it was only his imagination, but he already felt it starting to spasm. What sort of useless girl only lasts one minute?

Up, down, up down up. Violently, without rest. She couldn't get a breath in, and her lungs were already starting to cave. That uncomfortable, building feeling spread throughout her body, and her stomach began to seize and convulse, as if something tightly gripped it. Lita's body arched as she pushed herself off the mattress with her legs, he wasn't getting off of her, please, she was suffocating, she needed air, she needed air, she needed air- "MMMMPHHHHHGKKKGGKKMMMMMMM!!"

It's true that a girl's tightest when she can't breathe. That was the only thing Morrison was sure of right now- it's not like he was trying to kill, but if she died, oh well. "Gaaaah, aaaaaahhh!" Without even a pleasant word, he shot cum down her throat. And he felt bubbles arise around his dick. It was a pleasant, tight bubbling, as if-

She was drowning. Lita could feel her vision blur. Her lungs were in agony- trying to gasp, she accidentally took in that gross, salty, sticky thing. Get it out, get it out, take it out, please… As it flooded her lungs, she spasmed once again, her legs giving out under her, furious choked sounds escaping from the edge of her lips, and she felt her chest flare up in a horrid pain. And only then did the man pull out.

"Kh- gh… gh- eeeeooou-" She found herself puking. A mixture of half-digested dinner, and undoubtedly his cum- it spilled onto the blankets, dying them an unpleasant green. "-haaaah… haaah… let me go… I won't tell… I was- I was sent here to find you innocent, so… no more, it hurts… please, let me go…"

As if he hadn't even listened, he picked her up by her hair, locking eyes with her. "Do you expect me to swallow a lie like that, missy? Oh well, you were good for something, at least. I'll have to try choking darling sometime- that'll be the works." He tossed her down roughly aside the bed, and rummaged through her bag, which lay messily on the floor next to it. "Hm, do you enjoy swimming? On a swim team… it seems you quite like the great outdoors as well. What's this doing in your bag? A survival knife? So you are one of those kinds of people. If you enjoy camping so much, you should know how to cut up cured meats, right?" That sparkling thing he brandished was made clear to her. A knife.

"MMmmmmmmmmmggaaaacckkkkkgrrrrorboblbbbb…" The line ran along her thigh - a huge slit, leaking crimson red, getting it all over the sheets, dying them again… Despite how long it was, it wasn't deep. Certainly not enough to bleed her out. "My, my, how discourteous to our neighbors. Keep it down late at night, will you? They don't want to hear your orgasms." With each cut, she let out a guttural scream, and her body was soaked in red.

One across the stomach.
Across the arm.
Across the cheek.
How about her right forearm?
Left calf.
Thigh again, over the previous one.
An especially painful one- the sole of her foot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… kh… haaah… gaaaaah…"

When he was finished with her, she was all cut-up, a steak waiting to be seared.

"Your journal says you dreamed of becoming a professional chef when you were young. See here, don't you know this cutting technique? Look down at it again. Your thigh. Can you name that for me?" Lita only quivered, sobbing in response. Despite this, Morrison continued. "Good girl. I'm cutting against the grain, can you see that?"

~ ~ ~

His toying lasted for three days. That's how long the conference was. They assumed he'd booked the secretary to be an escort; it happens.

The bathroom door swung open to a pitiable sight.

There Lita was, tied and weighted down to the bathtub. Her body was purple all over, and one eye couldn't quite shut itself properly, so it hung open limply. It was particularly bad around her stomach - were those weights dropped on her, over and over? A single tear hung from her left eye. Wax splatters all over her chest, and legs, and burn marks on her cheeks. Her hair had been cut away, and locks lay all over the tub. The white tiling had been stained all red - diced and sliced all over. It was nothing short of a miracle she was alive.

"…kill… me… please…" Those weak words parted from her lips. In truth, he felt a little bad about the whole affair, but he would have to silence her somehow.

"Hello, Lita. I'd like to, really, but it feels awful to kill my victims without getting to know them a little first." Her response was succinct and defeated. "Why should I have to tell… you… anything?"

"I've looked through your journal, you know. You were set to graduate higher studies this year- one year early. That's quite impressive for your age. Though I don't see why I'm still s-" She cut him off with an aggression. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of finishing it. "-erving in hospitality. I wish my parents weren't so incompetent. That way, we could live a lot happier."

Morrison's calm smile never changed. "Parents, hm…?" She shook her head weakly. "Ha. Like I'd… ever… tell you about them…" He exhaled. "There is such a thing as compensation money, you are aware. People are paid off to stay silent. The hotel staff have already been, I'm afraid. No matter how hard your family fights, it's in vain. A little money would do them good, no? Tell me, how old is your sister? If she's old enough, she might receive some compensation money."

It was another trick. She knew it. Even still, there was nothing else she could do but meekly answer now. She had been so thoroughly broken it hadn't even occurred to her not to answer. "…eighteen. Her name is… Myla." Morrison closed his eyes, deep in thought.

"I told the front desk to give me your phone number. It's scary how easily you can look up somebody's address from their phone number nowadays. She's the perfect age, isn't she? The house is on the way to the airport too."

Lita's eyes went wide. Those tears which had run dry before were suddenly back, and she found herself choking out violent sobs and wheezing out a desperate plea. "No… gaah– you can't- no… please… spare her… she's… her life hasn't even begun…"

Without saying a word, Morrison turned the tub on. The cold water started flowing in. It stung as it touched her wounds - the bruises, the burns, the cuts. She tried to jump and flail, but as bound as she was, it was impossible. She could only wail.

"Be a good girl for me and die now, okay?" The door slammed closed, and Morrison disappeared.

The water continued to rise. No matter how much she kicked against it, her body was weak. She couldn't get the weights off. They made it hard to breathe - before the water came up over her face, she could only get a few gasps in.

It stings, it stings, maybe I should just let it end…

Yet Lita's body didn't let her inhale water. Her preservation instincts kicked in, and she managed a strained gasp before the water covered her mouth, and then, her nose. She begged someone to come and end her suffering, the searing feeling spread over her whole body, but no one came, of course.

Every time she bumped one of her cuts the wrong way, bubbles streamed out of her mouth. Every time she felt like her lungs were going to explode and she couldn't hold it in anymore, she felt bubbles explode from her nostrils. Her lungs were quickly going stale, and her weak kicks and writhing turned into flailing, violent screaming below the water, her face trapped just below the surface, the explosions of bubbles slipping up to the top, so tantalizingly close… and yet her lungs continued to beg for release, to cloud her mind with tension.

She breathed in. It had been a pitifully short struggle for her, less than a minute, but it was all her body could handle. She had already gone red in the face - as much as she could through all the purple. She burst, and with that violent bubbling of air, she found the water streaming into her lungs.

She tried to cough it out - her body spasmed, and she struggled, and writhed, flailed, and thrashed, but she only continued to convulse, taking in more and more water, her eyes going wide…

In the end, she was left there. Her eyes gone hollow, her long hair flowing throughout. It wouldn't be until the guests complained of flooding that they'd find her there, naked, in an overflowing tub.

K/V: Your pick! There are multiple this time, after all.
Name: Aera, Mael, Elia
Age: 18, 18, 19
Sex: F, M, F
Characteristics: Three close-knit friends 'with benefits' from a rural village. They appear to hold the utmost respect for one another, but are all secretly jealous of the others. What could go wrong?
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