As I ventured through the desolate streets, the weight of the world burdened my weary shoulders. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and despair. Among the relentless horde of ravenous undead, one name echoed in my mind: Elena. Her haunting presence had plagued my thoughts for weeks, driving me to the brink of madness with desire. Determined, I had finally tracked her down, cornered in an abandoned building, ready to finally take what I wanted.
I burst into the room, adrenaline coursing through my veins. There she stood, a twisted caricature of her former self. The once vibrant beauty now bore the marks of an insatiable hunger for human flesh. A sinister gleam danced in her bloodshot eyes, and I could feel the malevolence emanating from her every pore. Elena lunged towards me, her movements unnaturally swift and violent, her intentions clear—to take my life.
Our struggle was fierce, an intense battle between life and death. I fought with every ounce of strength within me, my heart pounding in my chest as I dodged her ferocious attacks. Despite my exhaustion, Elena's stamina seemed endless. She fought tirelessly, displaying a chilling determination that matched my own. But I refused to succumb to her relentless onslaught.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to subdue Elena. Bound and unable to harm me any longer, she lay before me, struggling against her bounds. I sat back against the wall with a smile. It was done. She was mine. As I gazed upon her, a cold indifference washed over me, erasing any remnants of compassion I may have once held. In that moment, my victory over her became a twisted source of satisfaction—an affirmation of my survival and dominance in this unforgiving world.
I hauled Elena back to my meager sanctuary, and tied her to the bed. her wrists and ankles bound by thick ropes. Her face was twisted in fury, her eyes full of rage as I stood over her. I smiled as I gazed at her lustfully, my thoughts far from pity or restraint. She was mine.
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I entered the room I was keeping Elena in. The moment she saw me, she began barking and thrashing, fixing my gaze upon me with her two glassy dead eyes. It was a good thing I restrained her properly, or she would have just broken through her binds. It was clear she wasn't going to stop trying to kill me any time soon, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.
My eyes traced her figure. It had been a long time since I've been with a woman. There was an urge inside me that could no longer be ignored. I got closer to her, and she snarled and spat, her teeth snapping at me.