Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Caleb slowly let the hammer down on the pistol before hitting the safety and sliding it into his belt. Now that he was close enough to get his hands on the girl again, he would be able to handle her well enough. He began to tie her up, first making sure to bind her wrists together so they were held in check under her thighs, forcing her legs to be raised and bent to her chest. He then ran the rope from her wrists to her feet, tying them together with the same knot he had used on her wrists. The guy had obviously been trained in doing this sort of thing, since the knots weren't going to be easy to pick apart, if it could be done. Once her feet were secured, he began to wrap the rope around her legs and her body, securing her arms at her sides. He was an artist, really, the rope coiled around her calves and thighs, then ran around her torso, managing to even wrap it beneath her as he turned her body as needed to get it done, ripping away the remnants of her dress to leave her in nothing but her boots. When he was finished, the rope even ran over and under her large breasts, and between them as a section was pulled up between her legs, pressing into her womanly parts a bit, and up her body to be tied around her neck. The way she was tied might have made her laugh at the sight, had she seen it on someone else, but it probably wasn't so funny when she was witness to the effectiveness firsthand. He then hoisted her up easily, carrying her to the bed, where he dropped her rather unceremoniously before turning back to Geno. Taking out a smelling salt container, he grabbed Geno by the hair and raised his head, cracking the salt open before slapping the gangster hard in the face. Wake up, Geno, he taunted as the man shook his head and began to stir, eyes going wide as they opened to the feeling of a blade pressed to his neck. With a wicked smile, Caleb leaned close, making sure Abigail could see everything. What? Who the fuck are you? Geno seemed pissed, but also knew better than to push his luck when someone had him at the tip of a razor sharp blade. Moving like he was reaching for his gun, the short, greasy gangster frowned when Caleb produced that very gun in his off-hand. Looking for this? Yeah, not gonna do you much good, he continued to taunt, tossing the gun in the trash can. You make a living off the blood of others, Geno. Mostly innocent people who are just trying to get by. Narrowing his eyes a bit, Caleb was obviously past the point of playing now. I'm here to take that blood back. With that, he spun away, leaving the crime boss sitting there wide-eyed...until the thin line of red started to show on his neck, growing thicker before it simply started pouring down his body, staining his expensive suit, the gangster gurgling as he tried to speak, obviously to no avail. Pacing the room, the handsome young man continued to speak. You've gotten your ass out of trouble by intimidating witnesses into refusing to testify, or by simply killing them. How many murder charges have you managed to duck now? Wasn't it like...three? Looking to Geno, who grasped at his throat in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding, Caleb rolled his eyes. Pathetic. You play such a hardass until you're taking your last breath, then all of a sudden you're squirming like the little bitch you really are... In one final move, Caleb was on the mob boss, pulling a pair of pliers from his tool belt, pushing the man's head back, which caused the blood to run more freely, even spurting a bit several feet out from his dying body, some of it hitting the bound woman on the bed. Say 'ahhh' Geno, Caleb joked as he forced the pliers into the man's mouth, grabbing hold of a canine and pulling it out with one yank before letting go of the crime boss who simply slumped into his chair, unable to even scream from the pain, the last bit of life leaving his body. Taking out a small glass vial, Caleb dropped the tooth into it and sealed it before putting the bloody pliers away, covered in a good bit of blood himself. Dropping the vial back into a pouch, he turned to the girl once more, looking her over appreciatively, and somewhat thoughtfully. Now...what do I do with you?