Grounded
CHAPTER 8

He trailed the petite woman down the narrow path that led to the major road on the outskirts of the city. He was attracted by the shawl she wore around her neck and her hair which was packed into a ponytail. It was a chilly night, the cold air rushed in through his nostrils and into his lungs as soon as he took a deep breath. He had sighted her from afar as she cat walked in her brown stiletto heel. He loved the shimmery fabric of her gown and the fragrance she left behind her as she walked on. He increased his pace in a bid to get closer to her as they went farther down the narrow road. She stopped in her tracks abruptly for a second and turned around sharply; she must have heard his cold footsteps approach slowly from behind her. He looked from behind the bushes as he hid in the shadows of the dark night, she turned around again and kept on walking. She was calm, she didn't think anyone was following her; he felt insulted.

He began tailing her in the bushes just beside the narrow path, the dry leaves rustled lowly below his feet and the tall grasses separated gracefully to pave way for him. He had to jump her before she got to the major road, but he had to do it intelligently; he kept tailing patiently behind her not minding the howling wind, the whistling grasses and the rustling sound his feet made with the dried shrubs. She turned around again, this time much sharply than she had the first time; he could sense her fear begin to grow and hear her heartbeat against the whistling breeze. He waited calmly in the bushes for her to resume walking.

She resumed walking again, this time faster than she was walking previously, her steps had changed, they were now very brisk and unsure. He increased his pace too, causing the bushes around him to rustle loudly; he charged on, he wanted to reach her before she reached the major road.

She was frightened by the sound she could hear just behind her; she was certain that someone was behind her. She clutched her purse very tightly and began to run down the path in a bid to get the major road. He began to run among the bushes, not willing to let her go either.

"Who is there?" she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to ask, panting heavily. He could see that she was tired, he could smell her fear; he felt the bulge in his trouser grow bigger. He stood still in the bushes waiting to see what she would do. He watched with crazy passion as she bent down to take off her stiletto heels from her legs; she lifted her head every second as she tried to take off the shoes to keep an eye out for what was behind her, she seemed to be having a problem with taking the shoes off. He tiptoed quietly out of the bushes and walked right behind her watching as she fought the other shoe out of her leg. He loved the fragrance her fear created with her perfume. She clutched the shoes in her other hand and turned right around running gently towards him while looking back at intervals. He waited for the collision to occur and it did. She hit her petite body against his muscular body, her purse dropped right out of her hand. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed moving backwards in a bid to slowly back away. She turned around and ran back with all her energy, throwing her shoes out of her hand, he followed her, running behind her. He caught up with her in no distant time and pushed her down with one blow to her back, she fell flat on her face, coughing, panting and breaking into a sob. She turned her petite body around to face him as she lay on the floor helplessly, he wore a black hood. She could not really see his face in the darkness; she thought of self-defense, but it was too late as she was already down on the floor.

"Please; she begged him as she noticed the bulge in his trousers under the dim light from the stars of the night. He chuckled, his bulge grew on as she pleaded with him, the terror in his soul heightened, and his heart grew darker with lust. He bent himself towards her and smelt her hair, he was filled with lust already. He dragged her hair by the tail, pulling it backwards to get a good look at her face; she charged at him, slapping, kneading, biting, kicking and throwing every punch her muscle could empower. He was undeterred, forcing her petite body to remain in place.

"Help!" she screamed into the dead night.

He slapped her hard with the back of his palm, pulling her ponytail harder with the other hand and then grabbing her chin. She screamed and let out a cry of agony and then in a split second, she spat on his face. He smiled at her evilly, he was satisfied with her attitude and proud of himself. He had made the right choice; he picked a fighter. He held her by her dress and rip it in two, her bare skin shone as she fought endlessly and screamed loudly. He pinned her hands down with one of hands and slapped her again with the other hand. She broke down in tears and began to plead endlessly as she fought on, he reached his pocket for a clean blade and grabbed one of her perfectly molded petite breasts; her eyes opened in horror at the imagination of what he could do to her, she was already weak, but she fought on, kicking him and pressing her fingers very hard against his eyes to gouge them out.

He let the sharp blade slit across her lap rapidly and watched as she quickly took her hands off him and let out a sharp cry of pain, her hands surrounding the injured area on her lap. In a split second, he grabbed one of her nipples and put the blade through it, slicing off the nipple; her screams grow louder and her fights weaker. Soon she became still on the ground, groaning lowly and breathing slowly as blood gush out freely from injured breast. He unzipped his trouser to let out the menacing bulge; he got in between her legs, slid in without hesitation and began to thrust hard. He held her neck tightly depriving her of oxygen as he continued to thrust harder and faster; the closer he was to climax, the tighter the grip of his hand around her neck. Her weak petite body was compressed underneath his muscular body. She gasped for breath as her eyes widened and tears flowed freely from her eyes; she soon stopped breathing and became lifeless underneath him. In that moment, his body began to produce spasms; he roared as he released his semen into her lifeless body and then rose to his feet. He stared at her for a while after redressing as if he were mourning her; he reached into his pocket for a single stalk of black rose and carefully placed it in her hand. He bent low to kiss her forehead and then whispered softly into the cold night; "Adios baby."