Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

"Yes..."

She bit her lip and moaned as he finally gave her what she wanted, and both her hands went back to hold the bench. He was so damn good at what he did that he already had her close to cumming.

Leaning back against the warm shower wall, she has to take a few deep breaths, trying to make it last. His teazing flicks to her clit, however, made her moan and want to squeeze her legs, and she kind of liked that she couldn't. Infact, she kind of liked a lot of the ways in which he could dominate her body if he felt so inclined.

"Oh god" she moans.

He was building her up again and she didn't know if a few deep breaths would be enough to keep her from crashing. Her legs shake a little and she leans forward and touches his shoulders.

"Damien c'mere, it's too fast." She smiled at him sweetly as she tries to pull him up to her.

"I want to feel you, inside me...please..."

She wanted him to cum with her, for him to feel the way her little pussy wanted to milk his hard cock for every drop.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien had expected to keep going until she came, tasting her sweet release on his tongue, especially with the way that she moaned and writhed under his tongue. Afterwards, he had planned to take her with his cock or have her suck him off if she was too tired. However, when he felt the soft touch of her hands and his name being called, he looked up to see what the matter was. He didn't quite understand why she would simply want him inside when he could give her such bliss with his tongue, but he wasn't going to argue. He craved to be inside her as well and was glad for the opportunity.

He panted for a moment and licked his lips clean of her fluids, the back of his hand coming up to wipe away any excess. A smile came to his lips and he nodded, "I want to be inside you too."

Standing up, he leaned over and kissed her neck gently before sucking on it softly. If he could get away with kissing, licking, and sucking all over her body forever, he would be a happy man. Since her legs were already parted, all he needed to do was bend his knees slightly and and guide his cock to her. His hand deftly guided his engorged member, his large head sinking between her folds as it pushed into her entrance. He groaned, closing his eyes and plunging all the way inside her.

"Put your arms around my neck." He grinned at her, waiting for her to comply before making his next move.

 

[Drobabes]

A happy little sigh left her lips as he kissed her neck, and she closes her eyes, her hands coming to rest on his arms. As his thick cock entered her, she shudders and moans. It felt exquisite, filling her so fully and making her want to buck her hips and grind against him. Even with how tired she felt from the lack of sleep, his warm cock gave her a boost of energy that tempted her to ride him all night. Even if it hurt every muscle in her body, it would be worth it.

"Put your arms around my neck."

She didn't need to be told twice. She complied immediately and brought her left leg up to rest it on his hip as well. She couldn't get enough of him and the way his body felt against her; inside of her. She wanted to melt under his steely gaze and be his and only his.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien stopped and leaned forward so that his lips were but an inch from her ear, close enough so that she could feel every hot syllable of his next words. "Now. Don't let go."

She could feel his arms moving so that he was holding her under her thighs, his large hands gripping her firmly as he lifted her body from the bench even as he still had his cock inside her. He held her in the air and started to lower her onto his cock slowly before lifting her back up. With his strong arms, he didn't seem to have a problem doing so. Damien's grey eyes looked into hers with lust and desire before he pushed her back against the wall, forcefully, but not enough to hurt her. His lips were upon hers moments after, hungrily kissing her as he worked his cock in and out of her drenched cunt.

He liked the power he felt, holding her up in the air. It was as though he could drop her if he really wanted to, even though he would never do such a thing to her. She was at the mercy of his lust, and he thanked the heavens for all the hours he had spent at the gym that allowed him to easily fuck her in the standing position. He pushed his lips onto hers, hungrily moving them against hers as he slipped his tongue inside for a deeper kiss. His hips moved rhythmically as he lowered and raised her from his thick pole, the feeling of her tightness really making things so pleasurable for the man.

 

[Drobabes]

His breath tickled her ear as he spoke and she thought he was simply going to take her hard against the bench. Her chest heaved in anticipation, but when he instead lifted her, she became very nervous and wrapped both her legs around him to hold on. Her whole body tenses, fearful of being dropped, and her pussy clamps down on his cock with a new vigor as he slowly enters her. The moment of hesitation was soon gone, however, as looked into her eyes.

"Oh god..."

The wall helped to support her weight, and while she didn't loosen her legs from his hips, she no longer feared he would drop her. She opened her lips easily to him, just as hungry for his kiss, and moaned into his mouth. Her legs clinching his body helped to keep her pussy tight against his cock, and each stroke felt like a white hot rod of pleasure.

He had had her so close to cumming before he plunged into her wet depths, that it doesn't take her long at all to reach that same peak. The pleasure built fast and hard and suddenly she knew it was coming. She clenches her legs a little tighter and presses her breasts against his chest, another lewd moan working up through her throat as one hand travels up to wrap in his hair, and suddenly, she was there. She cries out against his lips as her body begins to shudder in his strong grip.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien moaned with her fingers in his hair, savoring the way her body trembled. Pleasurable as her orgasm felt on his cock as she squeezed him, it wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. While she had been worked on, his cock hadn’t seen any action in the shower until now, so he continued his thrusts. Damien did slow down, though, making his thrusts more sensual as she recovered from the pleasure of her last climax.

He moved his mouth to her collar, licking along the edge of it up to her neck as he felt her pussy lewdly drip down his member all the way down to his balls. He could feel himself penetrating her so deeply the head of his cock surely reaching near her cervix. “Cora...” he whispered softly, simply wanting to taste her name in his mouth once more.

 

[Drobabes]

She panted, trying to catch her breath as he continued to work her pussy. Even though she had came hard on his dick, his slow thrusts still felt so good so deep inside her. Her lips rested on his shoulder as he licked her skin, making her mewl. She left her hand in his hair, and as he whispered her name so sweetly in her ear, she hugged him close once again.

Curious, she opens her lips and lets her own tongue taste his skin tentatively. He tasted clean, like water, but she liked the way he felt against her mouth even more. Her lips begin to slowly explore his shoulder, tasting and nibbling gently as she slowly works up to his ear. She pauses then, letting out a hot breath against his skin before sucking his sensitive lobe between her lips and using her tongue to toy with it. When she finally lets him go, she kisses his skin softly and nuzzles his jawline.

"Fuck me Damien," she whispers.

"Fuck me hard."

 

[Poprockz]

He moaned and panted loudly as she licked his skin. A lot of the women he was with simply laid back or let him do most of the work. For that reason, the feeling of her slick tongue sliding over his shoulder and neck turned him on immensely. His cock swelled inside her, becoming more engorged from his heightened arousal. Shifting, he carefully moved his arms so that he went over and around her legs to hold her ass, rather than holding her by her thighs. This allowed her to hold on better with her legs as he fucked her.

His eager hands squeezed her ass as he felt her mouth tease his ear, his eyes closing as his cock twitched inside her. Her next words made him open his eyes and smirk meeting hers as he answers playfully, "Don't forget to scream my name."

With that, he begins to pump his hips mercilessly, ramming his cock inside her roughly as he holds her against the wall. His arms practically bounce her body up and down on his cock, every hard thrust eliciting lewd sounds from her wet sex. He loved the way her breasts bounced up and down against his chest, and he tried to catch one in his mouth. Seemingly lucky, he caught her nipple on his second attempt, using the suction of his mouth to hold onto it as he licked and sucked. Every now and then he would pant and pull away for air before going right back to it.

 

[Drobabes]

She smiled back and gave him a small nod, then moaned loudly as his first hard thrust made her slide up the wall. Her arms went around his neck once more as she held on as best she could, each thrust lifting her supple body and dropping her back down onto his engorged cock. Soon she was making such lewd noises that she didn't even recognize her own voice, and as his hand squeezed her ass, she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall.

She didn't feel like she was going to cum again, but she didn't need to. His hard thrusts were satisfying an itch, a craving, to be taken fast and without mercy. His hot, wet, mouth on her breasts made her thrust her chest out to him as her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs grip his waist even tighter.

"Oh god! Damien!"

Her brain felt lost in the fog of lust once again, his thick cock working her so good. She could barely keep up with her breaths, but he had asked her to scream his name, and she would. In that moment, she would have begged for him if he asked it of her.

"Damien! Ooh, please! Yes, yes!"

 

[Poprockz]

He didn't think there would ever be anything better than what he was experiencing at that time in the shower. Damien had a woman who loved every move he made, accepting him for who he was as he roughly plowed her dripping cunt. In addition to that, her beautiful, pouty lips were screaming his name in ecstasy, letting him know that she wanted him so badly, more than anything else in that moment.

His thrusts picked up, caught up in his feelings for her. They scared him, made him feel terrified and vulnerable. But in that moment, he felt like she wouldn't hurt him. Damien's heart beat quickly, wanting to give her his everything. He started to put his entire body's strength into thrusting and bouncing her, almost as if he was using her to milk his hard pole. And in a way he was; he wanted to spray his cum deep within her. Part of him actually hoped that she would get pregnant from this, tied to him forever, never able to leave his grasp.

"Cora! You're going to make me cum! I'm going to-fuck! Cum inside! Yes!" He grunted and groaned, focusing soly on the thrust of his hips and the feeling of her pussy. It soon drove him over the edge, his hips slamming her plush ass against the tile as he shot his load in thick ropes of hot cum. "Cora! Take it! Take it all!" He groaned, eyes clenched shut.

 

[Drobabes]

"Damien! Oh god baby, yes yes yes!"

She leaned forward, draping herself on him and gripping his back tightly. Her nails start to dig into his skin and she has to consciously stop herself from actually scratching him as his his thrusts reached a new speed.

"...I'm going to-fuck! Cum inside! Yes!"

Her moans reached a new pitch, almost sounding like she was in pain, though that couldn't be farther from the truth. She was loving every single second of what he was doing to her.

"Oh! Yes, cum inside me! Yes-oh god, Damien!"

As he pressed her hard to the wall it did hurt, but she didn't care. It was rough and hot and so satisfying to feel him need her so badly, and as he cums she squeezes her legs around his waist tightly, gripping him to her so he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

When he's finally done pumping her full of his hot semen, she rests her head against his shoulder and lets her legs loosen, breathing hard. Once she's gotten a few deep breaths in her, she lays small kisses along the line of his shoulder, then goes back to laying limply in his strong arms.

 

[Poprockz]

He breathes hard as he simply holds her for a minute. At that moment, standing there connected to her like that, he felt like he was as close as he could be physically and emotionally to the woman. She had begged for him, her sweet voice calling his name and pleading for him to cum, even though it didn't seem like she was going to cum a second time. He wondered to himself if he should somehow make her cum again, finish her off. However, he knew he would need a bit to get hard again, seeing as he had come many times over the past two days.

Damien finally decides to put her down, carrying her over to the bench before letting his cock slide out of her pussy, some of his cum running down her thigh as he gingerly set her down on the bench. He continued to pant, leaning over her with his hands against the wall. "Cora... I think I- I think I'll probably need to go to bed soon after we wash up." Damien offered her a small smile.

Again, that wasn't what he was going to say, but it was too soon for that. He couldn't say those words or he would become undone, unable to recover. There was no way they were true, after all, right? He thought to himself. He had only known her for two days. He took the showerhead and unattached it, rinsing off his cock before gently washing the cum and juices from her thighs with the warm water.

 

[Drobabes]

Her body felt sated and deliciously sore as he sat her down on the bench, and for a moment she just enjoyed the steam and trying to catch her breath, finally letting out a heavy sigh. When he spoke her name, she looked at him with a sleepy smile. Something about the expression on his face made her own smile faulter just a little bit, as he seemed to have been trying to say something else. She was tired though, the combination of the nights events catching up with her, so she let it go and just nodded in agreement.

After he washed her gently, she stood up shakily and wiped her hands in the water, then cupped them and took a few more long drinks. Her throat felt parched and sore, but she knew the minute she touched that soft bed she would be out, so she thought it better to just drink some water now rather than wait till morning.

When Damien turned the shower off, she rang her hair out and then grabbed two towels, one for each of them, and handed one to Damien. As she dried her hair off, and tried not to shake on her own two feet, she wondered if he was going to take the couch again. The thought made her stop her movements momentarily, then slowly continue.

She really wanted him to sleep in the bed with her, as much as she knew it wasn't a good idea. It would only make it that much harder to face that new day.

"Hey..."

Gods was she being selfish, though.

"Do you want to...sleep in the bed with me? I mean you don't have to!" She followed it up quickly, suddenly feeling foolish and needy. She was usually so far from the clingy type.

"It's just...I'm kind of scared of having that nightmare again..."

She couldn't meet his eyes then. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either, and no matter which side of the fence she tried to sit herself on, she still felt a little dirty for asking.

 

[Poprockz]

Accepting the towel from her, he wrapped it around his waist and started to follow her out of the shower, feeling satisfied from the sex more than he had any right to be. And yet, he felt something else settling in his gut. Was it fear? He didn't want to go to bed, didn't want to close his eyes and open them only to be transported to a harsh reality where he was reminded of what he couldn't have.

He was opening the door to the bathroom when he heard the soft little "Hey..." from behind him. He turned, his eyes appraising her beautiful wet hair, soft skin, kind eyes. Everything about her overwhelmed him and made him want to sink to his knees in worship and despair.

Damien silently looked at her as she spoke, soaking in her request and thinking about it before replying. His expression softened a bit and he nodded. "I'm not usually one to keep the nightmares away, but if it helps you sleep, then I'm willing to sleep in the bed with you." He didn't know if he would be able to sleep with her next to her, with how lightly he slept, but that would serve him just as well.

A night of holding her, of breathing in her scent while she slept softly in his arms sounded like a night well-spent. He reached out and took her hand softly, leading her to the bed before getting in first. Scooting back a bit, he patted the bed in front of her, indicating that he wanted her to be the little spoon.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes roamed his fingers as he took her hand. Keeping her gaze down, she let him lead her to the bed and blamed the rotten feeling in her gut on the alcohol. It hurt.

Stockholm's.

She watched him climb into bed,

Things will be better tomorrow.

And pat the spot beside him.

Things will go back to normal.

She climbed in, scooted up close to his chest and fluffed the pillow.

I don't want to go back...

She snuggled under the blanket as he brought it up over her, and soon enough she sighed and closed her eyes. Just as she was drifting off into sleep, caught between the line of what was real and what was a dream, she whispered something under her breath.

"I wish I had met you somewhere else..."

 

[Poprockz]

She was so warm and soft next to him, the object of his deepest desires and hope. He held her gently but firmly against his chest, leaning his forehead against her hair and breathing in her scent. At one point he thought he heard her whisper something, but he couldn't make it out. Maybe she was already asleep. He kissed the back of her head and felt his eyes water. Damien closed them and simply breathed.

I hope she remembers me...

For the first time, he fell asleep in the same bed as another person. He was so relaxed by her that even her little movements didn't wake him. Damien still didn't dream, but instead simply laid there with her, his body curled around her as they shared one last night.

 

[Drobabes]

When Cora woke up the next morning the sun was just barely peaking in the windows of the cabin. Her head hurt from a combination of multiple things, and for a moment it was difficult just to try and keep her eyes open. A strong arm wrapped around her middle and squeezed her gently, making her smile. It quickly dropped, though, as reality set in. She had to leave today. She had to go back to her old life and try to go back to the way things had been.

Tears dripped down her face as she carefully peeled Damien's arm from her waist, and she scooted out of bed. Things would never be the way they once had, and as she walked away from that bed, her chest hurt with such a familiar ache it was almost unbearable.

...

Sometime later, dressed in the white cloth he had lovingly peeled from her skin the day prior, and wearing her old tennis shoes, she laid a plate down on the nightstand by the bed. On it was a cup of hot coffee, cream, sugar, and a single note with his name written in elegant letters. She took one last look at the man who had shown her things that she would never be able to forget, and then she walked away, leaving nothing but a piece of her heart and a broken off keychain on the floor that she hadn't noticed she'd dropped. Or, perhaps, just maybe, she had done it on purpose without consciously realizing it.

___ ___ ___

The walk back through the forest was long and hot, but not hard. She followed the river that she had watched pass by when Damien had first carried her to the cabin, and soon enough she recognized the trail, and then the log where he had first abducted her. She wasn't looking forward to seeing a dead body again, but she swallowed hard and walked through the clearing in the trees anyway. With any luck, the police would have found the crime scene and cleaned it up, and be looking for her.

When at last she reached her car, she saw that... everything was the same. Except for the body. It was gone.

With a disgusting feeling in her throat, like something lodged in there that just wouldn't go down, she approached.

The truck was there. Her car was there. Damien's car was there...but nothing else. No yellow tape, no cop cars or signs of, well, anything really. Something wasn't right here.

Quickly she approaches her car and hops I'm, suddenly feeling very unsafe. She locks the doors immediately and puts her seatbelt on, then tries to check her phone. It was a black screen, dead, and she would have to wait until she got back to her apartment to charge it because she didn't have a cord in the car. She doesn't waste time backing out of the parking lot and getting back on the road, and she doesn't notice the body as it shuffles out from the treeline just as she is leaving.

Once she hits town she heads straight home. She was practically shaking with adrenaline, and while she tried to justify it as her just finally coming to terms with what had happened to her over the last three days, she knew it wasn't actually true. It bothered her deeply that no one had come looking for her. Her brother and her talked almost every single day, even if it was just sharing some dumb funny video or picture over a text. They had never gone a day without talking in their lives, unless it was an emergency, and the fact that no police had come to her favourite wooded area and saw her car meant that something had happened to him.

Suddenly, with a flash of memory, the dream of him sitting at her table comes into her mind. His words to her come next, and she can almost hear them in her ears as if he were in the car with her. She begins to cry, not really understanding why, and then she swerves her car hard to the left.

In the middle of the street a man was standing with his arm raised towards her. She couldn't get a good look at him, as she didn't try to stop, so she wasn't sure if he had been pointing at her car or not. Either way, it seriously freaked her out considering the streets were empty do to the quarantine, and she hadn't expected anyone to be out.

"Fucking druggie!" She shouts, more to herself than the man, as she corrects the car and then peels it hard down the street. She doesn't slow down until she has pulled up to her parking space. She throws it into park a little too hard, making the car jolt, and then she grabs her phone and heads for her door.

Her apartment was on the first floor, right in the front of the building, so she didn't have to climb any stairs to get to it, or see any neighbors. She was still crying and shaking as she unlocked her door and flipped the lights on. She doesn't waste time checking on her pet, she just heads straight to her bedroom and plugs her phone in. While she waits for it to get enough charge to turn on, she grabs the bottle of pills from her nightstand and pops one in her mouth, swallowing it without the need for any water. She knew part of the reason she was so upset was because she had missed her dose for a few days, so the sooner she got it in her system, the better. When at last she can turn her phone on and check it, she sits down on the bed.

She gripped it tightly as she watched the screen light up. Immediately it began to shake and buzz with notifications, and her eyes go wide as she stares at the screen.

Fifty three missed calls, over sixty text messages, and multiple emergency alerts. What the fuck had happened?

 

[Poprockz]

He woke up slowly, having had the deepest sleep in memory. "Cora..." he murmured, smiling warmly and reaching out for her. His hands were met with nothing, his eyes slowly opening in confusion. The bed-sheets were slightly cool in front of him as though her body heat had left hours ago. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that the bed was empty, save himself. He froze, listening to see if he could hear her footsteps or maybe the shower running. His eyes went to the bathroom and the door was open with the light off.

"Cora...?" he said a bit pathetically, his voice breaking slightly. There was no answer but the answer of silence. He was alone in the cabin, the woman having apparently snuck out. His hands clenched and unclenched as he realized what she had done. He hadn't handcuffed her, and she had been able to slip away from him. How hadn't he been able to feel her get up? Had he really been so deeply asleep that he hadn't noticed her leaving?

His eyes watered and he curled up in the bed, pulling the covers up over himself as he fought the tears that were starting to come. She hadn't even said goodbye. His teeth clenched as tears started rolling down his cheeks. Why was he so stupid to have let her sleep unshackled? Now he would never again see that cute, pouty face she made when she was annoyed, the look of desire in her eyes, the way her lips moved when she said his name...

"You fucking idiot..." he choked, angry at himself. Though part of him knew that it was perhaps a more merciful thing of her to do, leaving without them having to go through a painful goodbye. He didn't know if he would have been able to let her go, and perhaps she sensed that.

He felt empty, like she had scooped out his insides and buried them somewhere out in the forest. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to go back to living the same way he had previously? Pulling the covers back down, he tried to wipe his tears with his arm, but they just wouldn't stop coming. Damien went to the closet and punched in the code to his lockbox, taking out a pistol with a silencer. He looked at it for a moment, a feeling of need consuming him as he contemplated using it. No... he had some loose ends he needed to wrap up first.

Looking over in the direction of the kitchen, he suddenly noticed the coffee and the note. He set the pistol down, ran over, and lunged at it, grabbing it like a starving man would grab a piece of bread. His hands shook as he held it, slowly opening it to see what she had written inside.

 

[Drobabes]

I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. Well, I guess this is sort of a goodbye. Not the goodbye that I wanted, but, I don't think I would have been able to leave if I had woken you up. I think I would have dropped to my knees and begged you to let me stay if I had to look into your eyes one last time.

Damien, you changed me over these last two days. I don't exactly understand it, but, you made me feel things I have never felt before. Things that I didn't even know I could feel. God that sounds corny, I'm sorry. But it's true.

I've been a very broken person for a very long time, and there have been a lot of things I have been missing out on in life. You woke me up. You made me realize that, I don't want to live like that anymore. I want to be happy. And...I want you to be happy, too. You will try, won't you? Please?

Take care of yourself Damien. And next time you get a craving, do me a favour?

Ask a girl out on a date. A real date.

You might be surprised what happens.

-Cora

 

[Poprockz]

His eyes darted back and forth as he read the letter, once, twice, three times. Through his tears, he let out a choked laugh. She didn't hate him... That fact alone brought such warmth to him that he almost forgot about his pain for a moment.

It was odd, it was almost as though she was mirroring him. How could it be that she had also felt new feelings blossoming? It seemed strange to him that she had dated and had boyfriends before, yet she hadn't felt these feelings with them. Wasn't that supposed to be how things were? He simply had assumed that if someone was in a relationship, they had fallen in love.

God, even her writing was so beautiful and graceful.

I want to be happy. And... I want you to be happy, too. You will try, won't you? Please?

Damien sobbed, his tears unrestrained as he felt so happy and awful at the same time. She thought he deserved happiness, but how? How could she wish something so wholesome for him after everything he had done, not just to her, but to the other girls, and to the others? He knew he didn't deserve it, and yet he wanted it so badly. He felt like she had punched him in the gut, the feeling of guilt spreading through him as he looked over to where he had set down the pistol.

In some ways it was good that she was gone, she wouldn't see what became of him. She would be able to move on with her life and find what she was looking for. His sobbing quieted down for a moment, the man feeling glad that she had been inspired to find her own happiness, at least. He thought to himself that with that reassurance, he felt like he could rest easy knowing that she was on the path to self-fulfillment.

Sniffling, he set the letter down and started to dress himself, putting on a black suit with a dark grey tie, his clothes making him look quite sharp. He put on his black socks and dress shoes, going to the lock box again and taking out his cell phone. Pausing, he looked at the pistol and picked it up. He dug around for a minute in the closet and found the holster for it, putting the pistol in it before putting it in a shoulder-bag.

Damien didn't bother drinking the coffee or putting it away as he didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. He simply walked back over to the bed to grab the letter, a crunch being heard as he stepped on something.

His brows knitting in surprise, he lifted his foot and found a broken bit from a key-chain. Was it hers?
He lifted it up and held it, his eyes reading the small text on the little board the cat was holding. It was her address. His eyes widened, his heart beating more quickly as part of him was tempted to go to her, to beg her to let him have her. He shook his head, pocketing the key-chain as well before walking out of the cabin and locking the door.

Damien started walking toward the road, silent and brooding as he traveled. He needed to check on the company...

 

[Drobabes]

She had stopped crying some time ago, but she hadn't moved from her spot on the bed yet. She still couldn't quite wrap her head around what was happening.

The emergency alerts talked about the pandemic getting worse, to stay inside and not leave unless you absolutely had no choice in the matter, but as to what was actually going on-it was vague. The messages and missed calls had been from her brother, her brothers wife, and her two best friends. They were all concerned about her-no one had heard from her, and they were all scared. No one understood what was going on.

Her brothers last messages terrified her the worst, though. He was scared, reaching out to her over those messages, begging for her to pick up the phone. Sarah was sick, he had said. He didn't know what was going to happen-no officials were talking. No cops, no government agencies, no hospitals or even local clinics. He didn't know what to do.

Suddenly she pocketed her phone and stood. She yanked the mattress off of her bed and grabbed a small metal suitcase that lay underneath, unhooking the latch quickly. Inside of it was a small hand pistol, a box of bullets, and a small stack of blue-rays with different words written on them in black sharpie-Family Vacation, Sweet Twenty First, Cora and Quint Stage Performance, and We Love You. She ignored all of these and grabbed the pistol and box of ammo.

From under the bed she pulled out her black backpack. After she had loaded a few rounds into the gun and made sure the safety was set, she stuffed it in the front pocket with the bullets. Then she walked to her bathroom mirror, pulled on it to reveal small array of medications, and grabbed a few of the patches in a small pharmacy box. It was the same type of medication sitting on her nightstand except meant for longer use, such as when she had to travel. She packed a few more things, clothes mostly, and some pain medications, then quickly made her way out the front door with her keys. She had a long drive ahead of her if she wanted to get there before the sun came up tomorrow.

 

[Poprockz]

Upon looking at his phone, he saw several alerts and messages. The messages were regarding the company, having no family or friends that would reach out to him during this time. Although, a few of them begged him to let a maid or butler's family stay at the house. He didn't care, so he hoped they went ahead and brought them. He did reply, though, letting them know it was fine, but he received no answer.

The alerts were very vague, but they seemed to indicate an urgency with a thinly veiled panic behind it. He knew that it meant things were very bad, especially if most places were out of service or were unable to be contacted. No one he called picked up the phone, and based on the way the streets looked, the looting had already happened. He paused at a red light, wondering what to do. It seemed like chaos had descended, and it was entirely likely that whatever was happening would result in the collapse of the country.

Damien sat in his car and poured over the videos of the "zombies," carefully tracking the progression of what had happened. He had returned to the cabin for a day, a bit shocked and unsure of how to proceed. She had already left, to the part of the city he assumed was the worst. If she wasn't able to resist him grabbing her, how would she fare against the infected? She was likely dead or worse... And the most awful thing of all was that there was no way to track her down.

The man had returned to his car the next morning, sitting in the drivers seat as he tried to fight the overwhelming fear and regret that he felt. Now he would truly never see her again.

That being said, where did he want to spend his last days? He reached into his pocket and took out the keychain, looking at it for a moment before typing the address into the mapping software of his car. He drove for a while, finally pulling up at an apartment building. The city looked like shit, people wandering around with those creepy movements as though they were almost asleep.

Damien quietly slipped into the building, pistol in hand as he moved to her own apartment. He was able to pick her lock easily, opening it and locking it behind him. He sighed, looking around, immediately noticing that her scent permeated the place. It made his shoulder relax as he simply closed his eyes and inhaled.

Opening them once more, he looked up and around, eager to find out more about the woman who had treated him with such tenderness.

 

[Drobabes]

The apartment was basic in it's layout, the front door leading into the somewhat spacious living room. On the far right side was a large white corner couch with some sparse art above it. A single painting of a bright yellow sunflower, seemingly just trying to fill an empty space and add some cheer. On the left side of the room, opposite the couch was a huge flat screen TV with quite an arrangement of gaming devices. There was an old PlayStation 2, and X-Box 1, a Nintendo 64, a full rockband set-up, and, seemingly the newest addition, a vr headset. But what really dominated the living room, in the far corner, was a huge half glass, half mesh enclosure.

It was easily seven feet tall, almost reaching the roof where it sloped down, and at least four feet front to back, and side to side. The front of the enclosure was glass, with a swinging latch-locked glass door. The sides were made of wire mesh, presumably for proper ventilation. Inside it, the back wall was decorated with a sandstone rock formation forming many flat protruding ledges, almost like stairs leading up to the top, and some of these ledges held hollow fake rocks with a somewhat small hole in the front. In the middle of the enclosure was a tall, well maintained palm fern with some pothos plant carefully wrapped around it's central trunk. On the bottom floor of the enclosure, near the back, there was a small waterfall feature that led into a type of fake rock basin. Two large reptile lights hung a few inches down from the top, illuminating the natural scape, along with the light of the living room window.

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It only housed a single animal, a huge albino bullsnake. It was in the process of climbing the palm tree when it saw movement in the apartment and stuck it's head towards the glass, seemingly curious of the new person in its home.

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From there, there isn't a whole lot to see. The kitchen has a sink about halfway full of dirty dishes, and the hallway leads to stairs, presumably the bedroom and bathroom.

 

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His eye was immediately caught by the snake, his eyes blinking in surprise as he saw it look at him, it's little tongue flicking at him. He walked over, taking in the beautiful reptile. Its scales were so milky and shiny, the reptile seemingly well cared for. Those red eyes were hypnotic, and Damien felt no urge to leave that spot as he simply watched the snake for a while. "Aren't you a beauty?" he murmured, eventually turning away to look at the rest of the apartment.

He whistled at her TV and game console, counting himself lucky that he would spend his last days in the presence of such a nice game center. Damien went upstairs and checked out her room, looking around and noticing the Blue-rays. Crouching down, he picked up a couple, happy for the chance to watch videos (presumably) of Cora and her past. Before he watched them, he went to her dresser, taking out a pair of underwear and smiling.

The man kicked off his shoes, unbuttoning his pants and laying on the bed. He stroked his cock with her silky underwear, closing his eyes and imagining that she was there with him, sucking his cock while looking up at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers. It wasn't long before he groaned and came all over the fabric. He sighed, tossing the underwear on the bed and grabbing a couple more pairs, putting them in his pocket.

Traveling back down, Blue-rays in tow, he played video games throughout the night, eating some of the food in her fridge that was still good. He made sure to keep the volume down, not wanting to attract attention as he played. Damien fell asleep on the couch, waking up the next morning and jerking off once more before depositing the panties to the floor. After breakfast, he played video games until he died one too many times. Taking the game out, he inspected the blue-rays.

Which one should he pick? "What do you think, milky? "Stage Performance" or "Sweet Twenty-First?"" He looked over to the serpent as though listening for a response. "I think that's an excellent choice. We can save the second one for later." He popped in the first one, taking his bowl of scrambled eggs and popping a forkful into his mouth before focusing on the TV. Everything seemed so meaningless, but at least he could watch something special to her.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora parked her car a little sideways. It didn't matter. Just something she noticed as she got out.

She had a bottle of Captain Morgan in her hand and she had been taking very small sips over the last hour of her drive home. She still had her backpack on-she hadn't taken it off since changing into a regular outfit, too scared of losing the dress that she had lovingly folded and placed in the bottom. It was the last good memory she had, and she would be damned if anyone, or anything, was going to take that from her.

She sat with the car turned off for a moment, digging out her last bullet from her jeans pocket and loading her gun. She grabbed the pillowcase she had sitting on the seat beside her, in which it held roughly twenty bottles of Tylenol. If she was going to do this, she wanted to make fucking sure she did it right. The last thing she wanted was to wake up paralyzed and drooling on herself, waiting for one of those walking corpses to come eat her face, like...like...

Tilting the bottle up, she took a long swig, then climbed out of her car and walked to her front door.

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The TV lit up with the face of a little boy, perhaps seven or eight, and holding a camera way too close. His brows were knitted in concentration as he fiddled with the device, then he sat it down and smiled wide. He backed up away from it and adjusted his black ball cap, then went and picked up a toy guitar. Suddenly a young Cora came into frame, looking the same age as the boy, and wearing a beautiful little red dress, not too different from the one Damien had offered her. Her hair was done up with pretty pink bows and she was wearing humongous gaudy sunglasses. In her little hands she held a toy maraca which she was seemingly going to use like a microphone.

The two children looked at each other and smiled, and then the boy hit a button on a CD player behind them. Suddenly the TV speakers started blasting Eurythmics 'Sweet Dreams', as the boy apparently had no ear for volume levels. Even the young Cora grabbed her ears and yelled.

"Quinton! That's too loud!"

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Cora had started to unlock her door when she heard the music blare out. She froze.

Someone was in her apartment. Someone was in her apartment, and they were watching her old home videos.

Anger, white and hot, bubbled up in her as she took the safety off her gun and cocked it back. Carefully she opened the door, stepped inside, and then shut it quietly. As she stepped through her apartment, ready to kill the sorry bastard that had caught her on the wrong side of sanity, she saw him. She knew it was him, even with his back turned to her.

No... she thought. What was he doing here? What was he doing alive? She couldn't do this if he was alive!

"Quinton! That's too loud!"

The sound of her own voice made her jump and almost drop the gun, and as her eyes slowly traveled up to watch the screen, she started to cry.

Her little body danced to the music and lip synched the lyrics while Quinton played air guitar in the background. They were having so much fun, so caught up in being innocent and not caring who heard them. Nothing mattered to them in that moment except that song, and the imaginary stage on which they performed together.

For a full minute Cora could only stand and watch. Watch her brother, her twin, captured in a moment of time that he would never get back. He was never coming back.

Suddenly Quinton looked up at someone off screen, and he turned to the CD player and quickly shut it off. Booted footsteps could be heard on the hard floor as a man's torso came into view.

"What are you kids doing in here, having so much fun?"

His voice was deep, but quiet and reserved. It sent a chill right up her spine.

Little Quentin watched as the man came to stand behind his sister, his large bear paw like hands coming to rest on her shoulders and stroke her soft hair. Suddenly the boy looked angry, and with a sour expression on his face, so similar to the one Cora often had, he ran over to the man and kicked him hard in the shin.

The man grunted and backed away, giving the two children time to go running out of the room. The man remained standing there for a few moments, then sighed heavily.

"I guess he still hasn't forgiven me" he said, softly, then reached down for the camera. The frame travelled up his chest, and just before it revealed his face, Cora raised her gun and shot the TV.

The boom echoed throughout her sparse apartment as she stood there for a few seconds more, the gun still raised and her expression blank and lifeless. Finally, she slowly let it drop back to her side, and her eyes travelled to the man sitting on her couch.

"What are you doing in my house, Damien?"

Her voice is cold and scratchy, like she was just getting over an illness.