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First story ever. Just part 1. Hope you all enjoy.
Maria: The Curious Hispanic
It was a cool evening in the small village. Maria was finishing up her runs for her families slowly failing business. The cool air flowed around her athletic frame and her size 8 shoes threw up small clouds of dirt as she raced the rising moon “no good getting caught out here after dark,” she told herself.
While the village had a long history of friendship and goodwill towards its inhabitants, stories existed around the presence of an unknown assailant. A dark spirit that would take the souls of young girls her age. Granted many of these tales were told by the town drunks and the superstitious but Maria never wanted to test the tale to see if some truth stood within. However, the encroaching moon seemed determined to test the tale as it soon outpaced her leg strides and darkness began to surround her.
Yet, rather than feeling fear, peace continued in the heart of Maria as she knew she was almost home and the favorite part of her journey lay ahead of her. The dirt finally gave way to the soft clack of concrete and lights began to waltz around the corner from a tall lamppost. The lamp was the main source of light on the long travel home from the outskirts of the village where Maria spent most of her time carrying food and wares for delivery. It also was the home of the one American that lived in town. Very little was known about him as he mainly kept to himself but had a strong liking for her mother’s cooking which had allowed Maria to see him a couple times but never speak to him.
He had appeared to be an aged man around his 60s or perhaps 70s but he had managed to stay thin through his years even though Maria would not go so far as to say he remained athletic however. Everyone in the village knew he tipped well and this allowed him to be one of the best sales targets in the village. Not to mention many wanted to just see a glimpse of the inside of his house and the American wealth that lay within. Few had been given the opportunity, but those who had bragged regularly about their luck and his wealth. Strangely though, he had no wife and for many did not even have a name, even amongst the villages prostitutes. He never did anything to disturb the peace or earn a negative reputation but instead was respectful to the men, women, and children in the village.
A small smile formed on Maria’s 19-year-old face as her 5 foot 4 frame rounded the corner into the full basking light of the lamp post. She took in a deep breath relishing the scent of flowers that grew in the American’s yard and along his fence. “What it must be like to live with such wealth.” She thought to herself. She leaned against the fence and folded her arms taking in the beauty leading to the house and released her pent up breath. “Just a short walk back home”
However, as she turned to leave the oddest sound drifted through the air. “Naahhoooooo ho ho hhooo.” Adrenaline flooded Maria’s system as tales of the daemon taking women arose in her memory. She whipped her head around again and again trying to identify the source of the sound before the screams left as abruptly as they had come. Maria continued to stand tense even as the screams departed ready for a fight. Yet, no assailant stepped forth. No pair of red eyes in the darkness arose and no screams demanded freedom.
She finally forced her body to relax and took a shaking step forward only to again here a scream pierce the air. This one much much clearer and louder, “hahahaohhoooohoho. Fucking stopppp ittt hahahhaha you are killing me hahhahah.” This time Maria dropped to the ground immediately and finally traced the sound. The shrieks and screams were traveling across the air from the large grey house standing before her. Across the expansive yard Maria could hear the fruits of a terrible labor.
Finally, mercifully, the screams stopped to only be replaced by a damning silence. A silence that Maria knew called her to action and would rise to condemn her if she stood by and did nothing. With a racing heart and sweating palms, she made her way to the main gate of the estate. Once, she discovered the entrance the lock was easy to open and the gates swung on oiled hinges. Strangely enough, Maria realized, the screams had not yet returned even though it had taken her many minutes to sneak to the entrance. “Perhaps the deed is done.” A small voice inside her spoke. It urged her to turn back and ignore the sounds and even went as far as to suggest that they had never existed.
Despite the warning, Maria tread on. Her footfalls light and practiced after years of sneaking out of her parents’ household to enjoy the majesty of her town at night. Each bush was a fortress of solitude for her and each dirt path a secret entrance. The darkness concealed her and became her ally as she moved ever onward towards the front door. When she reached the steps, she took great care in making sure each board would not betray her presence and each step would not end her rescue.
By the time she reached the door, Maria had adapted to the smoothness of the steps as well as their superior construction. She knew the chance of a squeaky board being present was miniscule at best. The thick oaken door stood illuminated by a small porch light and even as Maria tested the handle the door swung open as if inviting her to partake in the sick act taking place within.
The dark faded wood of the house stared back at her with dead knotted eyes as she took her first step inside. Only a single bulb illuminated the first story floor like a dull yellow sun. White walls displayed pictures of mountains, forests, and canyons. In the room next to the main hallway, Maria could make out a table and some chairs as well as a standing bar. As she continued inching down the hallway she soon made out a bathroom and another area with a small tv and sofa that seemed to be present simply to hold guests.
“Can this really be the home of a murderer? Maybe I have just made up this entire scenario… My mind may have gotten the better of me.” And as if in answer to her wonders, another giggle and laugh broke forth again. This time in a thunder of sound as if it the act were taking place right next to Maria. She froze in terror as the sound swirled all around her. The begging, the screams, and the shrieks. Maria’s breathe comes in a rush and the sound of her heart floods her ears. Her very brain screams at her to run but she finds she cannot. Her fear holds her fast more so than any shackles or chains.
Mercifully, the screams finally subsided and with their departure returned Maria’s courage. She steadied her shaking heart and legs and plunged deeper into the house. The dim light continued to persist as she rounded a corner and the haunting silence lingered. However, her search was finally going to yield result. Upon rounding the corner, Maria found a door slightly ajar with a dim light pulsing from within. She quickly tip toed to the light and allowed her face to briefly bathe in its glow. Then her ears heard a faint sound. A whimpering. A muffled scream. The bucking of metal and bone.
Fear tugged at her heartstrings yet again but this time she gave it no voice. She slowly opened the door to find a long flight of stairs down a narrow hallway. Flashes played at the end of the hallway from perhaps a strobe light or tv but even then the damning screams continued to ring even muffled. Bit by bit she finally reaches the end of the hallways to find a room dimly lit in computer monitors with what appears to be a restrained girl upon the screen. The girl is gagged and is screaming and writhing as she is tormented by an unseen assailant. The girl herself is naked is looks as if she cannot be older than 20. Her supple body bucks and tries to escape the wiggling fingers. Restraints hold her fast to a chair in a spread eagle position but at a slight incline and Maria suddenly finds herself unable to look away as the torment continues.
A morbid series of fear and curiosity twists within her and finally she tears her eyes from the screen. “I have to find her. I have to get her out of here.” She goes to head down another hallway but stops as she sees a sleeping figure at the console to the computer. The American has his head on the large desk that plays host to the large monitors displaying the fiendish torture. His balding head lay exposed as his cheek pressed up against the dark oak of the desk. His breathe came out in small spurts and it appeared he had been like this for some time by the small amount of drool pooling on the desks face.
Cautiously, Maria snuck up next to him and slowly pried the mouse from his limp fingers. She ran the mouse to the video playing as she attempted to find the location of the woman being held captive but instead was met by a pause symbol. Turning red, Maria clicked pause and the video feed stopped. After pressing escape on the computer, Maria was suddenly redirected to a site called “Tickle Fetish Porn.” Maria took a quick step back from the computer desk and felt more than just her face going red from embarrassment. “I broke into someone’s house for what… PORN! I gotta get out of here.” She turns to leave and a hand clamps over her mouth and squeezes hard. She can feel a rag being forced over her nose and finally her world was enveloped in darkness.
Maria: The Curious Hispanic
It was a cool evening in the small village. Maria was finishing up her runs for her families slowly failing business. The cool air flowed around her athletic frame and her size 8 shoes threw up small clouds of dirt as she raced the rising moon “no good getting caught out here after dark,” she told herself.
While the village had a long history of friendship and goodwill towards its inhabitants, stories existed around the presence of an unknown assailant. A dark spirit that would take the souls of young girls her age. Granted many of these tales were told by the town drunks and the superstitious but Maria never wanted to test the tale to see if some truth stood within. However, the encroaching moon seemed determined to test the tale as it soon outpaced her leg strides and darkness began to surround her.
Yet, rather than feeling fear, peace continued in the heart of Maria as she knew she was almost home and the favorite part of her journey lay ahead of her. The dirt finally gave way to the soft clack of concrete and lights began to waltz around the corner from a tall lamppost. The lamp was the main source of light on the long travel home from the outskirts of the village where Maria spent most of her time carrying food and wares for delivery. It also was the home of the one American that lived in town. Very little was known about him as he mainly kept to himself but had a strong liking for her mother’s cooking which had allowed Maria to see him a couple times but never speak to him.
He had appeared to be an aged man around his 60s or perhaps 70s but he had managed to stay thin through his years even though Maria would not go so far as to say he remained athletic however. Everyone in the village knew he tipped well and this allowed him to be one of the best sales targets in the village. Not to mention many wanted to just see a glimpse of the inside of his house and the American wealth that lay within. Few had been given the opportunity, but those who had bragged regularly about their luck and his wealth. Strangely though, he had no wife and for many did not even have a name, even amongst the villages prostitutes. He never did anything to disturb the peace or earn a negative reputation but instead was respectful to the men, women, and children in the village.
A small smile formed on Maria’s 19-year-old face as her 5 foot 4 frame rounded the corner into the full basking light of the lamp post. She took in a deep breath relishing the scent of flowers that grew in the American’s yard and along his fence. “What it must be like to live with such wealth.” She thought to herself. She leaned against the fence and folded her arms taking in the beauty leading to the house and released her pent up breath. “Just a short walk back home”
However, as she turned to leave the oddest sound drifted through the air. “Naahhoooooo ho ho hhooo.” Adrenaline flooded Maria’s system as tales of the daemon taking women arose in her memory. She whipped her head around again and again trying to identify the source of the sound before the screams left as abruptly as they had come. Maria continued to stand tense even as the screams departed ready for a fight. Yet, no assailant stepped forth. No pair of red eyes in the darkness arose and no screams demanded freedom.
She finally forced her body to relax and took a shaking step forward only to again here a scream pierce the air. This one much much clearer and louder, “hahahaohhoooohoho. Fucking stopppp ittt hahahhaha you are killing me hahhahah.” This time Maria dropped to the ground immediately and finally traced the sound. The shrieks and screams were traveling across the air from the large grey house standing before her. Across the expansive yard Maria could hear the fruits of a terrible labor.
Finally, mercifully, the screams stopped to only be replaced by a damning silence. A silence that Maria knew called her to action and would rise to condemn her if she stood by and did nothing. With a racing heart and sweating palms, she made her way to the main gate of the estate. Once, she discovered the entrance the lock was easy to open and the gates swung on oiled hinges. Strangely enough, Maria realized, the screams had not yet returned even though it had taken her many minutes to sneak to the entrance. “Perhaps the deed is done.” A small voice inside her spoke. It urged her to turn back and ignore the sounds and even went as far as to suggest that they had never existed.
Despite the warning, Maria tread on. Her footfalls light and practiced after years of sneaking out of her parents’ household to enjoy the majesty of her town at night. Each bush was a fortress of solitude for her and each dirt path a secret entrance. The darkness concealed her and became her ally as she moved ever onward towards the front door. When she reached the steps, she took great care in making sure each board would not betray her presence and each step would not end her rescue.
By the time she reached the door, Maria had adapted to the smoothness of the steps as well as their superior construction. She knew the chance of a squeaky board being present was miniscule at best. The thick oaken door stood illuminated by a small porch light and even as Maria tested the handle the door swung open as if inviting her to partake in the sick act taking place within.
The dark faded wood of the house stared back at her with dead knotted eyes as she took her first step inside. Only a single bulb illuminated the first story floor like a dull yellow sun. White walls displayed pictures of mountains, forests, and canyons. In the room next to the main hallway, Maria could make out a table and some chairs as well as a standing bar. As she continued inching down the hallway she soon made out a bathroom and another area with a small tv and sofa that seemed to be present simply to hold guests.
“Can this really be the home of a murderer? Maybe I have just made up this entire scenario… My mind may have gotten the better of me.” And as if in answer to her wonders, another giggle and laugh broke forth again. This time in a thunder of sound as if it the act were taking place right next to Maria. She froze in terror as the sound swirled all around her. The begging, the screams, and the shrieks. Maria’s breathe comes in a rush and the sound of her heart floods her ears. Her very brain screams at her to run but she finds she cannot. Her fear holds her fast more so than any shackles or chains.
Mercifully, the screams finally subsided and with their departure returned Maria’s courage. She steadied her shaking heart and legs and plunged deeper into the house. The dim light continued to persist as she rounded a corner and the haunting silence lingered. However, her search was finally going to yield result. Upon rounding the corner, Maria found a door slightly ajar with a dim light pulsing from within. She quickly tip toed to the light and allowed her face to briefly bathe in its glow. Then her ears heard a faint sound. A whimpering. A muffled scream. The bucking of metal and bone.
Fear tugged at her heartstrings yet again but this time she gave it no voice. She slowly opened the door to find a long flight of stairs down a narrow hallway. Flashes played at the end of the hallway from perhaps a strobe light or tv but even then the damning screams continued to ring even muffled. Bit by bit she finally reaches the end of the hallways to find a room dimly lit in computer monitors with what appears to be a restrained girl upon the screen. The girl is gagged and is screaming and writhing as she is tormented by an unseen assailant. The girl herself is naked is looks as if she cannot be older than 20. Her supple body bucks and tries to escape the wiggling fingers. Restraints hold her fast to a chair in a spread eagle position but at a slight incline and Maria suddenly finds herself unable to look away as the torment continues.
A morbid series of fear and curiosity twists within her and finally she tears her eyes from the screen. “I have to find her. I have to get her out of here.” She goes to head down another hallway but stops as she sees a sleeping figure at the console to the computer. The American has his head on the large desk that plays host to the large monitors displaying the fiendish torture. His balding head lay exposed as his cheek pressed up against the dark oak of the desk. His breathe came out in small spurts and it appeared he had been like this for some time by the small amount of drool pooling on the desks face.
Cautiously, Maria snuck up next to him and slowly pried the mouse from his limp fingers. She ran the mouse to the video playing as she attempted to find the location of the woman being held captive but instead was met by a pause symbol. Turning red, Maria clicked pause and the video feed stopped. After pressing escape on the computer, Maria was suddenly redirected to a site called “Tickle Fetish Porn.” Maria took a quick step back from the computer desk and felt more than just her face going red from embarrassment. “I broke into someone’s house for what… PORN! I gotta get out of here.” She turns to leave and a hand clamps over her mouth and squeezes hard. She can feel a rag being forced over her nose and finally her world was enveloped in darkness.
