My Sweet Senpai Pt.1

She spins the knife round n’ round on her fingertips, such a sharp blade, such an elegant woman. She lightly holds the weapon by the handle and caresses her fingers and palm with the very tip, one wrong move and she’s in for a minor injury. But something tells me this young lady won’t be making a mistake anytime soon, she seems so sure, so determined and so experienced, as if she has been in this exact situation before.
“Oh Senpai!” the girl shrieks, her cheeks turning pink but her eyes so lifeless, her brown hair glowing every time the dim light flickers and her smile become more distorted with every passing moment. “I didn’t know you were such a pervert!” she exclaims while winking and continuing to fiddle with the knife. I try to look away, but something catches my throat, I must’ve been knocked out cold for quite some time, my throat is so dry, and my head is light, but I’m stuck with a fucking psychopath so I mustn’t lose consciousness again…
I try looking around to examine my surroundings but it’s too dark to see a damned thing, “Senpai, don’t look away from me…” the girl grunts and crosses her arms. “I don’t even know you,” I say while looking her in the eyes, “of course you don’t, nobody does, that’s why getting away with murder is so easy.”
Is she fucking kidding me? The girl moves closer to me “Senpai…. Oh, how I’ve been mourning for the touch of your skin… for the taste of your flesh… for the pleasure of having all of you to myself.” At this point my only worry is the damned knife this bitch is holding so carelessly, who she is doesn’t matter any longer, I must get myself the fuck out.
I looked down, I’m strapped down to what appears to be a light brown wooden dining chair, I move my wrists from side to side but my movement is interrupted with mildly painful rope burn, how long have I been tied here for?
The girl approaches me slowly, “Oh, Senpai…” she bites her bottom lip, “you’ll soon find all the wonders of a female intellectual…” she whispered softly into my ear as her cold, harsh hand slowly makes its way down through the collar of my shirt and down to my chest, her pointer finger begins circling one of my nipples and the other hand reaches over the side of my face. The hand on my face awkwardly finds its way down to my mouth and three fingers slip in, “Can you taste that, Senpai? Can you taste me? Aren’t I delicious?”
This bitch is crazy. I move my head to the side, I don’t want this. “Senpai, what’s wrong?”  I make an awkward grunt at the sound of her high-pitched voice, it’s like a child’s, and not an innocent angel like child with a voice so sweet it was sent to them from the heavens, the kind of child you’d see and hear making a goddamn scene in your local supermarket, shrieking and screaming like a goat during a fucking anal plunge.
Maybe if I’m loud enough someone would hear me? She’s bound to have someone else in the house with her, perhaps her parents? Of course, I’m only assuming this because of her appearance, the girl is quite a shorty, small breasts, her brown locks tied together in a lengthy, high ponytail, small pink lips and face full of makeup. Such pale skin and fragile limbs. Baggy eyes and a tall yet droopy posture… and that outfit, something any girl in high school who wants attention would wear. Psychopathic thot much?

The girl walks around to the front of me and smiles slyly, what is she up to? She steps closer ever so slowly and begins swaying side to side with her hands behind her back, she looks down as if pretending to be shy and afraid around me, what’s happening? ‘Acceptable’ a booming, aggressive voice speaks behind me, I try turning my head to see who it is but fail to turn far enough, although, I can make out something about them by the shadow on the wall beside me, casted upon it by light peeping through the seemingly half-opened door.
Just from their voice, I can tell that this was a much older guy, someone you’d hear and assume was aggressive, maybe some anger issues? Perhaps a wife beater? The shadow reveals his basic body structure, he’s built like a motherfucking tank. Arms thicker than a brick wall and legs with calf’s the size of melons, they stick out either side of his legs and look like freaking tumours, I bet if you were to see them up close, you’d see blood curling veins sticking out in sync with his spastic heart rate.
 
To be continued...