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LiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 8As soon as the knocking was out there, Joseph removed the scissors from Cassie's belly button. He released her wrists, clasping his rough hand over her mouth. And when another knock sounded, Cassie began to scream beneath his palm. "Shut up!" Joseph ordered through a harsh whisper. But Cassie continued her screams, no matter how hard he pressed his hand against her face. And Joseph lost his patience. A fist launched to the side of Cassie's head for the third time, and her vision was blurred again. But now, all she felt was the pain before the blackness took over. Joseph felt the room turn cold as Cassie stopped struggling, her glassy eyes closing. To feel relieved or panicked. He didn't know. For a second, he feared she was faking it, and she'd attack as soon as his back was turned. But his attention was drawn away upon hearing a voice call out, "Hello?" The person at the door was still there and soft-spoken as the person was; they were demanding someone to open up.LiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 6After the horrific ordeal with the pencil, Cassie never expected to end up on the couch, Aaron sitting right behind her. The two were sprawled out on the couch while the radio played some sort of classical music. This was probably normal to Aaron, but it only kept Cassie on edge. She tried keeping her eyes forward, but she couldn't help but glance down at his hand. He started by just stroking his fingers all over her belly, just as usual. But after a while, his fingers pressed harder, like this was some sort of massage. He massaged the area just above her belly button, then below it. And what kind of hurt was when he did her sides. Cassie clenched her hand every time it ached. Wasn't the point of a massage to make the muscles hurt less, relieve that stress? Aaron didn't care, of course. He just lay behind her, drinking a bottle of whiskey. Cassie didn't know whether this was the same one from the night before or a new one. But she gathered he really liked whiskey. He drank it likeLiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 2Cassie came to, awakening in the arms of the masked stalker. She had idea how long she had been out cold. But she had to time to feel concerned over that. The man hadn't noticed her awaken. So she elbowed that fucker right in the nose. He let out a grown, dropping her to the forest ground. She went to stand, but soon realised she was still groggy from the tranquilliser. She stood with shaky legs, ready to make a run for it. Before she could even begin her sprint however, the man was quick to loop his arms around her tiny waist, bringing her tight to him. There was a moment of struggle, before she halted, hearing his voice in her ear. “You ever try that again...I'll skin you alive.” Cassie whimpered, the man's hands wandering all over her bare midriff. “P-Please, let me go...” His laugh was sour, squeezing her side, to which she yelped. “You know that can't happen, baby.” “I promise...if you let me go...the police don't have to know...” tears stung her eyes. “You think I'mLiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 3"...these are going to be your last few days." Cassie only cried further. This wasn't what she wanted. She always imagined growing old, having a long and eventful life. She hadn't even the chance to get a proper job, buy a house, or even propose to... That final thought caused her eyes to widen. No, this couldn't happen. She couldn't die. "So gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous," the creep stroked Cassie's belly with feather fingertips, paying attention to her sides as well. "Don't kill me...p-please, I have to--" "Um!" The creep lifted his hand away and grabbed her chin, forcing him to look at her. "No protests. If you're silent, maybe your death will be prolonged." His smirk was grimy, his hand sliding back down to her belly. He loved seeing how it quivered, adored it even. Fuck, he stared at her cute belly button, how he'd love to just ram a finger into it. But as his finger inched closer and closer, he realised that this torture wasn't just on her. He wanted to torture himselfLiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 9Everything was dark and blurry when Jessie finally opened her eyes. Her head was heavy to lift, every inch of her body weary. She tried to make a sound, a groan, maybe. But it only came out muffled. Strange. She tried again, and nothing changed. Something was blocking her mouth. With her head lifted and vision clearing, she looked up at her bound wrists. Chains suspended from the ceiling, keeping her standing there, balancing on the balls of her feet. Jessie made another sound, not of her own choice. Panic was setting in. What the fuck had happened? ...That guy. She looked away from her wrists, ready to take in her location. Instead, they landed on the man sitting a few steps away, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "I'm sorry. I had to..." Joseph said. "You saw too much. And I couldn't let you just run off to the police now, could I?" Jessie's eyes were wide as she shook her head. "No point in lying to me now." He stood up from the chair, slowly moving to her. Jessie keptLiteratureCassie's belly peril. Part 1AN: I decided to write my own belly peril 'cause I've read everything else. Also, no offence to anyone else who's written stories like this but, I hate how every girl I read about are these tall blonde bombshells with curvy bodies and tan skin and they're always wearing low cut jeans and tops that come up below their boobs. And their hair is always tied back. I dunno it just bothers me and it's so unoriginal. This basic ass blonde girl you probably saw on some pornhub content. WHAT ABOUT OUR SMALL BRUNETTE SKINNY BITCHES?? Cassie was running for her life through the dark forest. The masked man had been chasing her all the way from her home.