FETISH by Speight Shameek

Author:Speight, Shameek [Speight, Shameek]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: True Glory Publications
Published: 2012-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The Stalker watches their car pull off. Hate mixed with rage consumes his body.

‘Why do they have to keep doing this?’ He said out loud to himself as he grabs the leather sex mask and paddle from the back seat and steps out of his car looking both ways making sure no one was out as he enters the building and went straight to the second floor.

He slides the leather sex mask on his face and zips it up in the back. Then he zips the mouth piece close. He knocks on the door while pressing his thumb on to the peephole of the door.

“Who is it?” Zavion said and looks through the peephole, but only could see a black spot.

“Who is it?” Zavion shouted as the knocking continues and he couldn’t see anything and gets no reply.

“It’s probably Tatiana’s ass coming back to give me a freebie. Hahahaha!” Zavion said while laughing and opens the door and wishes he hadn’t, as he came face to face with a weird looking man with a leather sex mask on.

“What the fuck is this. I know its Halloween time, but we’re grown. I don’t have time for trick or treat!” Zavion shouted.

The Stalker smiled behind the leather sex mask and raises his hand pressing the Taser against Zavion’s throat.

“Ugghha! Ugghha!” Zavion screams as 500 volts travel through his body and he foams at the mouth as his eyes rolls into the back of his head.

“I don’t want you dying too fast big fella.” The Stalker said and removes the Taser from Zavion’s neck and watches Zavion fall backwards while shaking on the floor and looks as if he was going into convulsions. The Stalker unzips his mouth piece on the leather sex mask and walks into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

“You went down fast big guy. It’s true the bigger you are the harder you fall.” The Stalker said as he bends over and removes Zavion’s boots then his clothes.

A sound from the bedroom startled him making him freeze in his tracks as he removes Zavion’s shirt. The Stalker stood up straight and walks to the bedroom. He turns the doorknob and pushes open the door to see a Caucasian man that looks to be no more than twenty-two. He was sitting on the edge of the bed snorting coke off the nightstand and smoking a blunt at the same time.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like Eminem?” The Stalker said as he stared at the young man.

Jerry-F took a deep pull of the blunt and looks at him. His eye lids were low and his face was bright red. The Stalker could tell he was beyond high and it was causing his brain to think slowly.

“Yea my ex used to tell me that all the time before I caught her cheating on me with one of my best friends. That shit got me really messed up in the head. I must be to high

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