Posted by The Black Knight on November 22, 2001 at 04:37:59:
Andrea Thompson sat at her desk in her office inside the building where she worked as a television news anchor and reporter. The blonde actress turned reporter wore a short light blue skirt and a matching jacket over a tight white blouse. Her office was spacious and to say the least luxurious, a large window behind her and her desk was several yards from the door along with a few extra perks that the company had used to woo her. The door opened and Andrea didn't look up from her computer.
"I'm almost through with my story, I'll be ready in a second." Andrea's low alto voice said.
When her visitor said nothing Andrea looked up. Her bright blue eyes widened and her mouth fell agape as she let out a low gasp.
"No...please!" Andrea gulped as she backed her chair up and stood.
Her lower lip quivered as she stared at a crossbow aimed at her. She thought about screaming, but decided against it after remembering that she had insisted on a soundproof office.
"Wh-what do you want?" Andrea asked as the man behind the crossbow stepped toward her.
Andrea raised her hands as she backed away, into her window.
"I...I can give you money. What do you want? I'll give you...anything." Andrea said.
When she said anything her already low voice lowered in a more seductive tone.
"Take off your jacket."
The blonde bombshell's fingers shook as she unbuttoned her jacket, then slowly pulled it off. She threw it over her chair and looked back up at him mournfully.
"Is that all?" Andrea asked in her low seductive voice.
She offered a slight playful smile as she lay her fingers at the top button of her blouse.
"Tuck your blouse in your skirt." he said.
Andrea looked disappointed as she pushed her skirt even tighter down into her skirt. She didn't want to remove her blouse, but she was willing to do anything to get that crossbow pointed anywhere but in her direction.
"Now raise your hands." he said.
Andrea looked a little annoyed as she raised her hands up beside her head. She didn't quite understand his logic, but from his point of view her blouse pulled tighter on her body. With her shoulders against the window behind her and her back arched her blouse showed her large breasts, her rib cage pushed against the fabric of her blouse, and her flat belly showed just a hint of muscle tone. He backed up against the door and Andrea watched in horror as he lowered his aim. As he squeezed the trigger, Andrea stiffened and pushed herself tighter against the window. The bolt hit her with a solid thump and her eyes closed tightly in pain. All she could manage was a low breathy:
"Oooo!"
as she bent slightly and wrapped her fingers around the bolt that stuck in the middle of her belly. Her eyes opened and she looked back up at them with a mournful look on her face. She coughed and made a sick sucking noise as she tried desperately to catch her breath. Her lower lip quivered again as she managed to mouth the word "why". Andrea tried to bend, but the barbed point of the arrow had passed through her lithe body and the glass behind her. The plexiglass had cracked, but not broken and it caught the barbs as she tried to bend. She heard him reloading the weapon and looked up in sheer terror.
"Nooo!" Andrea screamed with every bit of air she could muster when she saw another bolt aimed at her stomach.
He moved this one lower and Andrea shook her head vehemently. Her pleas of mercy went unanswered as another bolt sped toward her. This one hit at the top of her skirt, driving into her waist. She let out a pitiful grunting whine as she tried so desperately to bend, but could not. Andrea's abdomen was already covered in blood and she was beginning to get a little woozy.
"You really want to bend over, try to alleviate a little of that pain?" he asked as he stepped up to the reporter.
He lay his hand on the lower shaft. Andrea shuddered and her eyes widened to the point that they looked like they were going to pop out of her head as he began to push the arrow through her. Two agonizing minutes later Andrea felt the end of the arrow as it was pulled free of her back.
"Just one more to go." he commented as he grabbed the other bolt.
A quick twist and Andrea yelped in pain. He inched the bolt through her lithe body and she shook in agony. When it cleared her body, Andrea slumped to her knees and bent over.
"You're a smart girl Andrea, I'm sure by now you realize that you're going to die." he said.
He drew a knife and lay the tip under her chin. He lifted the knife gently, coaxing her back up enough to look at him.
"Do you want me to finish it for you, or leave you here to bleed to death?" he asked.
"F-finish it...please...end the...pain!" Andrea gasped weakly.
He lay his hand under her chin and pulled her head back. With one quick motion he slit her throat from ear to ear. She gagged and slumped to the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she rolled to her left side. Her right leg shook spasmodically as blood spewed onto the floor. Andrea was already dead, her leg moving was a simple nerve impulse not responding to her death.