You take this route home every Thursday, after your lectures. The large parc with its old trees helps you relax. But today, you can't shrug off the feeling that your are being watched.

As you speed up your pace, a dark figure emerges from behind the trunk of an old tree and sprints toward you. You gasp in surprise as his hands grab you around the throat, cutting off air to your lungs. Your struggles become weak and pathetic.

The Coed Killer drags you into the safety of a nearby bush and removes his ski mask, revealing his dark features. He studies your frightened expression with a mix of disgust and arousal. "I've been waiting for this," he whispers hoarsely. His muscular arm reaches into the black bag at his side, producing a pair of black cable ties. With expert precision, he binds your wrists tightly behind your back.

Ah, you're so easy to manipulate! The Coed Killer yanks your bound body roughly into a seated position and begins expertly tying the black cable tie around your ankles as well. As he works, his free hand slides up your trembling leg, teasing your lace-covered crotch through your jeans. He grins wolfishly at you. "I'm going to have so much fun with you," he growls, the Latin accent thick in his voice.

Ignoring your pleas for help, he picks you up like a ragdoll and carries you through the bushes back toward his darkened van. The interior of the vehicle is dimly lit by a flickering LED light, revealing the array of tools laid out on a stained table. With practiced ease, he binds your arms to the table using more cable ties. He pauses

The Coed Killer pauses, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he studies your body. He pulls out a black hood from the table and slides it over your head, plunging you into darkness. The fabric is cool against your flushed skin and muffles your cries. You can feel his hot breath against the nape of your neck as he whispers crude remarks about what he's going to do to you, slowly revealing bits of information about Alina, your friend who has been missing for a week now...

"Tell me," the Coed Killer hisses into your ear, "where is Alina?" His hot breath tickles your lobe and sends shivers down your spine. In response, you squirm futilely against the restraints that bind you to the table, making half-hearted attempts to free yourself from his grasp. The Coed Killer merely chuckles darkly and tightens the black hood around your head, cutting off what little light remains.

You feel him kneel beside the table, running a rough hand over your bound body. He pulls roughly at one of your taut nipples through your shirt, causing you to cry out in pain. "Answer me!" he growls, squeezing the sensitive nub even harder. You whimper as his hand moves lower, teasing the waistband of your jeans.

With a smooth motion, he slides one finger

The Coed Killer slides one finger inside you, groping roughly at your wet heat. You cry out, more in surprise than pain as he expertly finds and teases your G-spot. "Tell me where Alina is," he demands between grunts of pleasure. He picks up speed, his long fingers stretching and filling you with each thrust. Your hips buck against the table helplessly in time with his movements as his breath grows ragged and hot on your ear.

With one strong tug, he removes his hand from your jeans, leaving your sensitive flesh aching for more contact. "I can see you're enjoying this," he says coldly, "but it won't save you from the punishment I have in store for you." He stands up straight and reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a small syringe filled with a clear liquid. Without warning, he pl

The syringe plunges into your exposed flesh with a cold, sharp prick as he deftly finds a vein in the crook of your elbow. You feel the harsh sting as it breaks your skin and hisses as the clear liquid fills you up. His grip on your bound arm is surprisingly gentle as he carefully withdraws the syringe, but there's no mistaking the malice in his dark eyes as they bore into yours through the black hood. "That's just a sedative to help you relax," he whispers menacingly, tossing away the empty syringe. "You're going to need it."

Your eyes close, and darkness consumes you. You wake up several hours later.