Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

It had been a scorching afternoon the first day Chase saw her. Rolling down an endless California highway she had appeared above him like a vision, 200 feet long and reclining naked in an ivory white glory like something from a frilly old painting. The provocative billboard was remarkable even by LA standards. Although discreetly covered every one of her perfect curves was emphasized, drawing the eyes along her body up to her distant, arrogant gaze. Her insouciant pose and pouting disdain gave her every aspect of some goddess descending from the heavens. This was the moment Chase resolved to make Scarlett Johansson his sex slave. He had always fancied himself something of a big game hunter, but one whose prey was the vulnerable beauties who crowded the streets of Hollywood. For twenty-five years, man and boy, he had stalked and raped numerous naive girls along the West Coast. None had ever been missed - the Mojave was littered with their remains - and he had perfected his skills to the level of an art. But after dispatching so many hapless young ingenues, he had become jaded. That was why the near-divine visitation of Scarlett had struck him so hard. It was time to put away chasing the small fry, and instead try to capture a unicorn. Chase soon discovered that for an A-list celebrity Scarlett was remarkably indiscreet. With practiced ease he found little difficultly infiltrating her life, assembling a dossier of info about her lifestyle and routine. He had an anonymous appearance and had no trouble becoming a face in the background. Soon he had narrowed down his list of perfect moments, before finally deciding to snatch her at the next premiere. First he identified the private limo company, and the particular driver assigned to her for that night. Fortunately he was alone when Chase arrived at his home and murdered him. The short fat driver was very different physically to the tall, lithe Chase but he was able to steal his identity with some ease. In a natty black uniform with a carefully forged ID, he was seemingly no different to the dozens of other drivers assembling outside the theater. Now that the big night had arrived, even the cold-blooded and restrained Chase could barely contain himself. The atmosphere was heady and felt explosive it made him nervous which was unusual for him. He stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His was face was gaunt and weathered, making him seem older than his 45 years, with a pair of cold grey eyes set like tombstones in a desolate churchyard. A perpetual frown twisted his cruel mouth, crowned by a sparse, spiky moustace. For a few moments he met his callous unblinking gaze, and crushed down his anxieties. He could see Scarlett approaching and his hunter's instincts fired like a burning engine. An electric frisson ran through him as she got in. Her perfume was rich and intoxicating in the staid confines of the limo. Even though everyone got pretty jaded about celebrity in LA, Chase was still struck by her star presence and oozing sexuality. For one thing he had a spectacular view of her equally spectacular cleavage as she climbed in the back. It took effort to tear his gaze away and start the limo, and he eased off the curb as cameras flashed outside the darkened windows. When Scarlett gave her soft, desultory order he trembled a bit to hear her in person for the first time. Of course Chase had no intention of going to the after-party. They were instead heading out quickly to a more desolate part of town where he had prepared a dungeon specifically for her. Gazing at her in the rear view mirror, he had planned for two ways this could go. One was that Scarlett would help herself to the bottle of Moet in the back, given that she probably consumed as much of the product as she helped sell. It was dosed with a number of potent date-rape drugs that would put her out in a minute. The other way involved the rape kit he had sitting in a bag on the front passenger seat. Pistol and taser were primed to go if necessary. With a soft hiss of rubber on concrete the limo moved off and carried them into the night.