Pick Your Own Ending 2 for "Tough Decisions"
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Second possible ending for Tough Decisions
She didn’t bother trying to find clothes or money or anything, she just left. She pushed open the back door with her shoulder, fingers scrabbling at the lock. The cool night air made goose bumps erupt over her bare skin, and she ran.
She ran through the darkened streets barefoot and naked, hands bound behind her, long brown waves trailing like a banner. Her surroundings looked like a mix of an industrial area and a residential area. The streetlights looked dim, the moon rode low in the sky, and the only sound echoing off the buildings was the slap of her bare feet on the pavement and her laboured breathing.
Something stabbed into her foot, but she didn’t dare slow down to look at it, she just kept a careful eye on where her feet fell next.
She didn’t know how long she ran before she started banging on doors, but no one was answering. She felt a brief flash of horror… maybe this whole block was abandoned, and that was why Lindsey had bought his house in the middle, so she would truly be alone, abandoned, unable to get any kind of help or anyone overhear her screams.
Finally she saw an old abandoned corner store, the front door was smashed open, and she hurried inside, feeling the glass on the floor cut into her feet making her stumble enough to fall against the jagged pieces still in the frame, cutting and tearing at the skin on her arms.
She remembered reading somewhere that in certain areas, 911 was always hooked up even if the phone was disconnected. She just had to find a phone, and try. It seemed like an easy enough plan, but when she got into the back office she saw the phone had been smashed to pieces, probably by whoever had broken in. She stumbled to the battered metal desk and curled up underneath it, shivering and shaking with shock, feeling despair eating away at her again. Getting away was never as easy as it sounded, and now if Lindsey found her, she wouldn’t be given her peaceful death… he’d make sure she suffered, make sure she suffered long and without hope before death’s sweet embrace took her from this hell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She woke up with a start, feeling stiff and sore. Her body was covered in rivulets of dried blood, her feet wouldn’t take her weight, and she was definitely feeling dizzy. She didn’t want to move, just stay here in this safe little cave where nothing bad had ever happened to her. Maybe she’d be rescued, maybe she’d be saved.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She didn’t know how long she’d been curled up under the desk, but she knew she needed to use the bathroom, and to find some water and food… but things would be so much easier if her hands were free. She remembered the shards of glass in the door frame, and how they cut into her mercilessly, and made her way to their sharp edges on her knees, knowing they would get shredded on the glass on the floor, but unable to stand because of the embedded glass already in her feet.
She knelt on the cutting shards with her back to the door, trying to manoeuvre her bound hands to the sharp edge of glass she knew was there. She was so intent on her task she didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, or the dark chuckle booming from a deep chest. She didn’t see or hear anything until the door was opened away from her, and she was thrown over a familiar shoulder. She couldn’t even scream, part of her was relieved it was over, that all this struggling and uncertainty would be done with, never to plague her again, but the part that had driven her to make a break for it couldn’t help but shed silent tears.
A hand slid up the backs of her thighs and between them, fingering the wet heat that she couldn’t help shedding. She’d been conditioned for so long to get aroused at the slightest provocation, she couldn’t stop now, even though she was going to her death. Everything was over, all the uncertainty, her plans for her life, school, her parents, everything was over. She’d be free soon, really truly free… the only free that could be granted to such a broken creature.
A burlap sack was tossed over her head and tied under her chin before she was thrust into the back seat of a limousine. She felt the leather upholstery against her skin and wondered briefly if her blood would stain it. A quick prick in her arm and a wave of coolness that told her it was a strong sedative had her slipping into unconsciousness welcomingly.
The last words she heard before the chemicals put her completely under brought at first confusion, then understanding, and finally weary acceptance.
“Going to taste your treasures all night long Cass, you’re mine now…”
Second possible ending for Tough Decisions
She didn’t bother trying to find clothes or money or anything, she just left. She pushed open the back door with her shoulder, fingers scrabbling at the lock. The cool night air made goose bumps erupt over her bare skin, and she ran.
She ran through the darkened streets barefoot and naked, hands bound behind her, long brown waves trailing like a banner. Her surroundings looked like a mix of an industrial area and a residential area. The streetlights looked dim, the moon rode low in the sky, and the only sound echoing off the buildings was the slap of her bare feet on the pavement and her laboured breathing.
Something stabbed into her foot, but she didn’t dare slow down to look at it, she just kept a careful eye on where her feet fell next.
She didn’t know how long she ran before she started banging on doors, but no one was answering. She felt a brief flash of horror… maybe this whole block was abandoned, and that was why Lindsey had bought his house in the middle, so she would truly be alone, abandoned, unable to get any kind of help or anyone overhear her screams.
Finally she saw an old abandoned corner store, the front door was smashed open, and she hurried inside, feeling the glass on the floor cut into her feet making her stumble enough to fall against the jagged pieces still in the frame, cutting and tearing at the skin on her arms.
She remembered reading somewhere that in certain areas, 911 was always hooked up even if the phone was disconnected. She just had to find a phone, and try. It seemed like an easy enough plan, but when she got into the back office she saw the phone had been smashed to pieces, probably by whoever had broken in. She stumbled to the battered metal desk and curled up underneath it, shivering and shaking with shock, feeling despair eating away at her again. Getting away was never as easy as it sounded, and now if Lindsey found her, she wouldn’t be given her peaceful death… he’d make sure she suffered, make sure she suffered long and without hope before death’s sweet embrace took her from this hell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She woke up with a start, feeling stiff and sore. Her body was covered in rivulets of dried blood, her feet wouldn’t take her weight, and she was definitely feeling dizzy. She didn’t want to move, just stay here in this safe little cave where nothing bad had ever happened to her. Maybe she’d be rescued, maybe she’d be saved.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She didn’t know how long she’d been curled up under the desk, but she knew she needed to use the bathroom, and to find some water and food… but things would be so much easier if her hands were free. She remembered the shards of glass in the door frame, and how they cut into her mercilessly, and made her way to their sharp edges on her knees, knowing they would get shredded on the glass on the floor, but unable to stand because of the embedded glass already in her feet.
She knelt on the cutting shards with her back to the door, trying to manoeuvre her bound hands to the sharp edge of glass she knew was there. She was so intent on her task she didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, or the dark chuckle booming from a deep chest. She didn’t see or hear anything until the door was opened away from her, and she was thrown over a familiar shoulder. She couldn’t even scream, part of her was relieved it was over, that all this struggling and uncertainty would be done with, never to plague her again, but the part that had driven her to make a break for it couldn’t help but shed silent tears.
A hand slid up the backs of her thighs and between them, fingering the wet heat that she couldn’t help shedding. She’d been conditioned for so long to get aroused at the slightest provocation, she couldn’t stop now, even though she was going to her death. Everything was over, all the uncertainty, her plans for her life, school, her parents, everything was over. She’d be free soon, really truly free… the only free that could be granted to such a broken creature.
A burlap sack was tossed over her head and tied under her chin before she was thrust into the back seat of a limousine. She felt the leather upholstery against her skin and wondered briefly if her blood would stain it. A quick prick in her arm and a wave of coolness that told her it was a strong sedative had her slipping into unconsciousness welcomingly.
The last words she heard before the chemicals put her completely under brought at first confusion, then understanding, and finally weary acceptance.
“Going to taste your treasures all night long Cass, you’re mine now…”