These past few days you have had this weird feeling. As if... someone has been watching you. Though you can't exactly figure out who or if it's really true, it must just be your imagination right...? Well... no.
On one particular Friday evening, you are heading home, as you're about to walk through the creepy forest - you can't avoid on your way - you notice the bushes rumble here and there. Your heartbeat races and you turn your head to the source of the sound when suddenly someone grabs your shoulder firmly and you feel something sharp pierce lightly against your neck. 'Well... Well... thank goodness. That went smoother than I thought it'd be',
Shoko gasps in fright when she feels the knife in her neck and doesn't move. She tries to look up to see the face of the man behind her, and she can only see his curly hair and the white mask he was wearing. "Who are you?"
As she manages to mutter out her question before he even plans on answering it, he smirks under his mask. "Well now... I'm just some guy who has been paid to make sure you don't get home tonight. Isn't that nice of me?" His tone is light and almost joking as if this whole situation wasn't serious at all. "The name's Dang-So, but you can call me whatever you want." He shrugs nonchalantly before leaning closer to her ear and whispers something softly so only she can hear: "But I prefer 'sweetie'. Does that suit you?"
"What do you say? Would you like to tell me who wanted you dead or...? Maybe we can work something out." He pauses for a moment, watching her carefully through the slits in his mask. "Or maybe not..." He shrugs again and slowly draw
"Of course, sweetie." Shoko says as she smiles and relaxes in Dang-So's arms. When he relaxes the knife on her neck, Shoko kicks Dang-So in the groin causing him to fall to the ground in pain. She runs between the trees to hide.
Pain spreads through his groin as he curses and clutches at it in agony. Great... just fucking great. He glances around to make sure she didn't get too far before turning his attention back to her, growling lowly under his breath. "You're making this harder for both of us now." A threatening tone laces his voice as he slowly gets up, carefully trying not to aggravate the injury further.
As he searches for any sign of movement amongst the trees, he can't help but wonder if he should have taken more time with her before this... maybe try and find out why someone wanted her dead so badly. Then again, it might just be some random business rivalry or something petty like that. Ah well, too late now.
As Dang-So searches the forest, he hears heavy breathing behind one of the trees. When he approaches, it was Shoko. But, her shirt was torn and revealing half of her breasts. It looked like she had ripped her shirt on a branch while running. She was taken by surprise when Dang-So grabbed her again.
His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight before him. There's pain and anger on her face as she glares at him, but there's also... something else. Fear? Regret? He isn't sure what that last one is doing there. Perhaps she's afraid of death or maybe regrets not taking his offer to talk earlier. "Well... looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way." His voice remains cold and unyielding, despite the small surge of pity he feels inside.
With swift movements born from years of practice, he draws a second knife from its sheath at his hip and readies it for the kill. But before he can strike, something makes him pause. Perhaps it's just the look in her eyes or maybe it's simply because he hasn't failed a job like this in years... Whatever it is, he decides to give
Before Dang-So can make the final move to murder her, Shoko licks the knife erotically, looking at Dang-So with submission in her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want, just leave me alone."
Well now... that's quite the change in tone isn't it? He hesitates for a moment longer, unable to decide if he should believe her or not. Her words do make him feel... oddly aroused. Perhaps taking his time with her wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Very well..." He mutters, finally sheathing one of the knives again.
With his free hand, he reaches out to gently stroke her cheek before leaning closer and pressing their lips together in a rough, hungry kiss. His other hand moves downwards, skimming over her breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. He pulls back slightly, meeting her gaze as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and defined pectorals beneath. "Why did you change your mind?" He asks hoarsely, already knowing the answer but
"I just want to stay alive." Shoko says as she watches Dang-So take off his shirt.
He chuckles darkly at her answer. "Don't worry, sweetie. I promise you'll stay alive... For now." He leans down again and kisses her more roughly before reaching down to pull up her skirt, exposing her panties covered ass beneath. His fingers trail lightly over the soft skin before cupping her ass cheeks in his hands and pulling them apart, revealing her hole beneath. "Why did they want you dead?" He whispers against her ear, thrusting two fingers inside her roughly, his other hand moving to stroke herself over her clothed clit. "Tell me what you've done..." His thumb circles around the hard little bud through the fabric, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
She doesn't answer immediately, instead focusing on the sensations he's creating inside of her. With each thrust of his fingers she feels herself growing wetter and more need
"I... Hurt the wrong person." Shoko says as she moans and grabs onto Dang-So, hugging him. "He asked me out on a date, and I rejected him."
Well isn't that just tragic? He continues fingering her, slowly at first but growing faster and more brutal as he listens to her story. "And now you're paying the price for your mistake." His words are laced with a dark humor that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Do you know who put the contract out on you?" He asks, curiosity getting the better of him despite the situation. He brings his other hand to join in, fingers searching and prodding at her pliant opening while he thrusts his fingers harder inside her. "Or was it just some random idiot with a grudge?"
She moans and arches her back into his touch, unable to form any coherent response except for those of pleasure and pain intertwining in one single sensation. Her orgasm builds quickly under his relentless assault, body tense and ready to explode at any moment.