Fawn Waiting for XJ

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Here's a little picture story I'm putting together. I'm not finished yet.

Fawn waited patiently for her target to arrive. She had killed her way through a dozen or more people to get to XJ. The latest was a woman named Zoey that was having a romantic relationship with her target. After putting a bullet in her head, Fawn used Zoey's phone to send a text to XJ, luring him to Zoey's small apartment.

XJ would be expecting a romantic encounter, but instead he would walk through the door and see Zoey's dead body on the bed one room over. Then Fawn would put a few bullets in him. Nothing immediately lethal. She savored the idea of letting him die slowly, seeing his dead lover, and knowing that it was Fawn who had taken both of them down. Then she could put a bullet in his head and be done with him forever.

But XJ would not be entering through the front door. He had seen through the phony text, and snuck in by an alternate entrance. He would take Fawn by surprise. She had no idea just how stealthy he could be. She wouldn't live long enough to figure out how he had done it.

There were so many ways that XJ could kill Fawn. He could have shot her through the glass door without ever needing to sneak into the apartment. He could have brought a gun or a knife. But knowing what she must have done to Zoey, he could not be satisfied unless he wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed the life out of her.

XJ brought a cord in his pocket to wrap around Fawn's neck and finish her that way, but he wasn't sure he would use it. He'd just have to see how it played out. The important thing was to take his time so that she would feel pain, and she would feel fear, and then she would die. She would pay dearly, not only for Zoey's death, but for the long list of others she had killed just to get to him.

XJ grabbed Fawn's throat almost as quickly as he grabbed the wrist of her hand that was holding the gun. He was easily stronger than she was, and soon he would have the gun dropping to the floor.

Fawn tried to pull her arm free from XJ's grip, but he was too strong. Her efforts to pull his hand off of her throat were equally futile, and he was beginning to squeeze and cut off her air.

Fawn knew she needed to get her gun hand free before JX forced her to drop the gun. Otherwise, she would have to defeat him without any weapons, and it was becoming clear to her just how much stronger JX was than her.

Struggling to tighten her grip on the gun, Fawn squeezed the trigger and the gun fired. She needed to turn things around quickly. XJ's grip on her throat was reducing her air supply, and she was getting weaker by the second.

As Fawn struggled physically, she also struggled mentally, unable to comprehend how XJ had managed to sneak into the small apartment and then get behind her, all without her noticing. It was inconceivable.

Fawn's grip weakened under XJ's relentless wrenching of her arm and she dropped the gun. Her strength was no match for XJ, so without the weapon, she knew she would have to rely on speed and skill to twist out of his grasp.

Fawn tried to get some kind of leverage with her legs, but the chaise was making that difficult, and was also getting in the way of striking back at XJ.

Fawn twisted and kicked, trying to to push off of the seat and twist free of XJ's grip, but he hung on like a fiend, determined that Fawn would soon join Zoey in death.

The room seemed to spiral as Fawn continued to struggle. She found herself trying the same moves repeatedly, and always ineffective against XJ's hold. She knew she had to think of something new or she would soon be dead.

Fawn struggled with each inhale, barely able to get the precious air she needed to keep fighting. She knew she was getting weaker, and if she continued to let her strength trickle away like this, she would soon be unable to prevent XJ from doing whatever he wanted to her. The thought horrified her.

XJ released Fawn's wrist to get both hands around her neck. As he closed her windpipe, Fawn knew it was now or never. She grabbed both of his arms and pulled, and at the same time, planted her feet on the seat and pushed with all of her might, in an attempt to pull and push her way free of XJ's deadly hold.

It didn't work. Fawn bucked again and again, each time more weakly than the time before. She could no longer take in any air but the smallest of sips. Without air, her strength would never return, and XJ would kill her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Fawn thought, "That was my last chance," but she wouldn't give up. She continued to pull at XJ's arms and push with her legs, thrusting her hips in an ever slowing rhythm.

Fawn's mind started to wander in her oxygen deprived delirium. What would XJ do with her body? What would he do with her boots?

Fawn twisted and turned, making a futile attempt to crawl away from from JX, but he held her firmly in place. She wasn't going anywhere that he didn't want her to.

XJ could see and feel that Fawn was getting weaker, yet he knew that her heart was racing. He could feel her throbbing pulse in her neck as he squeezed it ever tighter. She continued to thrash around, but it was useless. He was in control here.

Fawn's fevered mind fixed on the possibility that she might soon be just another corpse in this apartment. JX alone would decide what would happen to their bodies. But she mustn't let herself think like that.

Fawn knew her strength was gone. She would need more than her skill and wits. She would need luck. But she wouldn't give up.

XJ swung Fawn's body around so that she was lying across the chaise. She was so weak now that it was easy to put her wherever he wanted, and this position made it even easier to maintain and tighten his grip on her neck.

Fawn felt like a rag doll being dragged around by the neck; XJ's plaything. It seemed like ages since she had last drawn any air into her lungs, and she was feeling lightheaded. She couldn't focus on what she was doing, and she could tell that her kicking and clawing was completely ineffective.

If Fawn could somehow turn the tables on XJ, she would make him pay, make him suffer, but so far she had not gotten the lucky break that she needed. Right now, the odds were all against her.

XJ could see it in her eyes: Fawn was losing hope, and he relished it. He watched and felt her feeble struggles, knowing that she deserved every bit of this suffering for all of the wicked things she had done. He could see that it was finally dawning on her that her doom was at hand.

Fawn swung her fist feebly behind her, hoping to hurt XJ, but the blow fell so lightly on his arm that it only made him chuckle. The fingers of her other hand slid across the surface of the chaise in an imitation of trying to claw her way free, and the kicking of her legs had been reduced to a flutter.

To XJ, it seemed like theatre, as though Fawn were only acting like she was trying to escape. Her struggles nothing more than a performance; an entertainment that XJ was enjoying immeasurably.

Fawn could feel the endorphins kicking in. They pushed the pain to the back of her mind, replacing it with a pleasurable sense of well-being. Fawn knew that she needed to fight against those too. There was a real danger that they could make her become complacent about her death.

As XJ watched Fawn's body grow ever weaker, he also saw the weakening of her determination. Her heart was still beating fast, but he knew the chemicals in her body were betraying her, sapping her will to fight. He wondered if Fawn would give in to the pleasure, or would she fight to the end.

Fawn rallied all of her remaining willpower to push her body to fight, to push back, but it was all quite beyond her control. Her muscles did indeed flex, kicking her legs out straight against nothing, pressing her palms uselessly against the seat, and thrusting her hips up into the air.

Fawn's hips continued to thrust and rock reflexively, beyond her control. "Oh no!" she thought. She could feel it building inside of her. "Not like this! Not with him watching. Not with him touching me." XJ could see what was happening, and the horror in her eyes, and he grinned at her. "Oh little Fawn," he said. "You're such a slut."

Fawn fought against the arousal, but her body had taken over. Her hips continued to thrust and rock, her arms and legs flexing and undulating. If she could breathe, her breath would have become very heavy, but instead her chest just heaved up and down uselessly.

Fawn's whole body shook when the orgasm finally came. She thought she would lose consciousness that very instant, as her body consumed energy that it couldn't afford to lose, but she did not. XJ smiled and enjoyed her total humiliation. He knew that Fawn would rather die than have an orgasm under his hands, but she just did, and now she would die anyway.

Fawn's body, filled with endorphins, would have had another orgasm if there had been energy for it, but there was not. She was spent.

Fawn's limbs barely moved anymore. Her mind was nearly empty now; not even fear remained. Her only thoughts were of her humiliation at the hands of XJ.

Fawn was aware of her body as though it were somehow distant; detached. Her body was still aroused, but could not act on it. She knew she had not drawn breath in quite some time. She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Fawn could feel the pressure of XJ's fingers crushing her throat, but the pain was gone. She could feel the darkness swallowing her up.

XJ could feel Fawn's struggles subside. Her pulse had slowed and weakened after her orgasm. Death would soon take her, as it should.

Fawn's body went limp. Shortly after that, XJ could no longer feel a pulse in her neck.

Fawn's heart had likely stopped, but if not, it soon would. XJ would hold his tight grip for another minute, just to be sure.

As he held her lifeless body, XJ saw Fawn twitch and spasm a few times, but he knew that these were not signs of life. They were just part of her body reluctantly shutting down.

XJ finally released his grip on Fawn and stood up. He looked down, satisfied at his handiwork.

XJ had made sure that Fawn experienced pain, fear, helplessness, humiliation, and then finally death.

XJ took a long moment to appreciate what he had done. He had finally brought Fawn's evil crimes to an end.

Zoey, and many others who had died at Fawn's hands, were finally avenged. XJ would sleep better knowing this.

XJ took another moment to say goodby to Zoey.

Zoey was the latest, and would be the last of XJ's lover to be murdered by Fawn.

A single, small caliber round to the temple had ended Zoey's life.

XJ lifted Fawn and slung her over his shoulders. He would leave Zoey's body for the authorities to find.

Fawn's body, XJ knew, would have to be disposed of in such a way that it would never be found.

Even though the police had been hunting Fawn for her many crimes, if they found her body, XJ knew that they would start looking for her killer.

But if her body was never found, the police would keep hunting Fawn. They wouldn't bother XJ.

And so XJ took Fawn out for a cruise on his yacht. He had plenty of plastic and chains to wrap her in, and send her to her final resting place, far out at sea.

THE END