Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

He had not considered the consequences of his demand upon her life and had not truly cared about the consequences upon her very emotions. Oh, they were something that might have entered his mind but overall they were secondary concerns compared to his own thought process. This was why he was such a recluse, this was why he seemed so charismatic and let nobody come close to him. She was offering him herself, vulnerable and ready, and yet he was doing the same...opening his defenses and enabling another to attack him if possible. Entering into something sexual, even the tiniest bit, could lead someone down a path that would cause them great pain...and he was not interested in pain. He was no emotional masochist. For days he had beat this dead horse, for days he had tried to come to terms with what his intentions were going to be, and for days he had planned. He believed he knew the proper way to ensure that Karla and him got along quite well. He knew deep down what he truly wanted to do and so he prepared. That day while she prepared herself, cleaning and getting ready in the mirror...he shopped. He went out, idly perusing differing stores. Idly considered his options on his cell phone as he went around the city to varying places. Radio Shack and Best Buy being the two main ones. Something about his movements as he did so were clinical, almost detached, as if he were calculating as he progressed throughout the potential options. Apparently money was no object at what he was doing, because his card came out many times in order to ensure he had the proper equipment for his intentions...whatever they might be. His final pickup was a large grey tub from Walmart, big enough to carry everything he had purchased and he filled it full before closing it and then trunk...idly standing there in the warm air, the sun beating down on him as she waited in her apartment. Was he ready? Was she? He returned home, his eyes quiet like that of the condemned. He returned back to that apartment complex and parked his car where he normally did, not wanting to draw attention, but waiting...waiting until he felt he had a clear moment where nobody was walking by. Where there was silence in the area and he no eyes would wonder what he was busily up to. Perhaps he was worrying about it too much, but...he could feel it, could feel that worry slip away as something else came about. As something else began to take hold of him and he discarded his fear...his hand coming to remove his sunglasses, revealing those beautiful eyes. Eyes bursting with intensity, with pure need. Fuck this, fuck these concerns, fuck feeling like a normal human being...no, he was done with that. Done with it. He decided as he opened that trunk and began to carry that heavy tub up to her apartment that he was no longer that human. That he was instead a fucking god. He set the weight on one hip just briefly, his arm flexing as he kept it still and his hand reached into his pocket to pull out the key to her apartment, copies of them in his own office files, and he opened it without asking for entrance...he merely entered and stepped into that entryway, his leg kicking the door shut behind him with a slight tap. He looked around, finally noting her as she was in the nearby kitchen and he gave a small smile...one of pure satisfaction and then setting down his burden he began to work. He began to set up home security cameras...