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A Short Story by MagicMJ

Author: MagicMJ
Created: November 14, 2010 at 09:00 am
Upload Type: Short Story,
Category: Dark | Suspense | General/Other
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 1 users with 2 comments and 227 views

The Altar (Chapter 1) - Extremely Explicit  

“Lying naked, hands and legs tied…
She walked towards him…
She explored his body and like a wild animal she fucked him…
Then she took a dagger and stabbed him to his chest…
His blood dripping…
In a cup, she drank his blood…
Smiling she cut him open…
Took out his heart…”

“It is done…”

Day 1

Saturday 03:00

Friday night was a bomb. After a long week of putting our faces on piles of papers and the fucking computer screens; we finally got our arses out of the damn office. Being a statistical analyst is a one damned life, I can say, though it can give you heaps amount of money. But we are still guys who love to have a hell lot of fun. With my guy colleagues we lavished the Friday after-work hours by cranking ourselves with beers, smoke and some bitches around the corner.

“Hey Tim, are you sure you will just leave without some of these hotties?”

Jerrick, one of my best buds in the office shouted as I walk towards my car. He’s a little chubby fellow and I can say I definitely exceed him in terms of manly appearance a hot woman craves for but he has a sense of humor that can blind a hottie.

A little fucked in the head, I just gave him a middle finger and chuckles as I pop up the lock of my car. I would definitely love to fuck those women, but at this moment my mind and body said to go home and be sober. As I step inside my wheels, I crank up the hood with my nerve-popping music. And I am set to roll.

As I near towards my place, I roll down the window of my car to have a stick of cig. It’s still a bit dark outside and just few cars passing.

“What the fuck…” My foot stepped on the breaks really hard.

“Damn…” I cursed again. Did I stop right on time or I hit it.

I open the door of my car and step out and check the vicinity, no cars passing now.

“Fuck!!!” There in front of my car is a woman almost bleeding to death.

“Fuck… What the…” Did I hit her… I rolled her over and I felt sick in my stomach. I am sure I didn’t hit her. She’s bleeding because of stabs all over her body and some blades still on her. Without thinking I lift her up and put her inside my car. And I start the engine and drive as fast as I can like I am racing with the devil. Registered & Protected

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Author Notes

this is all fiction... my dark imagination... hope someone will enjoy it...

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Comments & Reviews

November 14, 2010
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i love your dark imagination. i have a common interest. you should review a few of mine. they are similiar.

thanks a lot

 MagicMJ replied on November 14, 2010

November 14, 2010
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I enjoyed it coz. . . I'm not sure why! but I'm strange like that...

Wait! yes, I've just got it. I liked how "honest" it was .. & its typical of the way guys are with their friends :-)

thanks a lot

 MagicMJ replied on November 14, 2010


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