Alternate ending
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G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
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G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,169
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Grace’s blood splattered eyelids flickered as she started to come round, she struggled to open them, she groaned loudly, her head was pounding hard like the worlds worst hangover, lying there dimly for a moment, she could sense someone moving around the room. She heard a voice…
“Ahh awake now are we? Grace?”
Recognizing the voice, Grace suddenly remembered where she was, and the events of this fateful night. She sprung up, her eyes wide now, but there was resistance. Whimpering she looked up at her arms to see that her wrists were bound to the bed board with strips of cloth, also glancing down, she realised she was naked.
She flipped and started screaming, pulling at the cloth that was tightly bound to her wrists.
“Struggle all you want Grace, your not going anywhere.”
Grace looked over a John, he was over the other side of the room, shirtless, his body was pale and muscular. He leered at her looking her up and down, her smooth tanned skin, round full breasts with nipples slightly hardened from the chill of been naked, and a neatly shaven pubic triangle, she was beautiful. He was so damn horny but decided to take things slow to scare her all the more.
“Untie me now!” She cried, tears running freely down her cheeks, “Please let me go! How the hell did you get in here!?”
“Well” replied John as he slowly undid his belt, “it was easy, the motel owner has got spare keys you know, then I simply looked in the book to see what room you were in.”
“What, you killed him too?” Grace shrieked.
“Why not?” he replied raising his eyebrows.
“Your fucking sick!” she screamed, “what’s wrong with you?! Fucking untie me now you sick freak!”
“Why would I untie you Grace?” He smirked at her “I got you right where I want you.” He pulled his belt out of his trousers and lowering his hand opened his fingers letting it fall to the floor, then he undid the button on his trousers and began to pull down his fly.
“Where’s Jim?” She cried “please tell me, where is he?”
“He’s safe..”
Grace screamed louder choking on her own phlegm and tears “what have you done to him?”
“Like I said, he’s safe.”
John let his trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then he removed his boxers as Grace watched in horror. He stood there staring at her, butt naked, his throbbing monster of a penis standing tall.
“What are you going to do to me?” she wept, but it was a question she already knew the answer to.
He walked over to her, a roll of duct tape in his hand, she trembled and pulled harder on the strips of cloth that had began to work their way into her flesh.
He lunged at her grabbing her face in his hand, she cried out, “I don’t want to have to listen to that awful noise while I’m on the job.”
“I beg you don’t do this to me!..”
“Relax Grace” he whispered softly in her ear “try and enjoy yourself, I certainly will.”
He tore a strip of duct tape off the roll with his teeth and jammed it over her mouth.
“Ahh awake now are we? Grace?”
Recognizing the voice, Grace suddenly remembered where she was, and the events of this fateful night. She sprung up, her eyes wide now, but there was resistance. Whimpering she looked up at her arms to see that her wrists were bound to the bed board with strips of cloth, also glancing down, she realised she was naked.
She flipped and started screaming, pulling at the cloth that was tightly bound to her wrists.
“Struggle all you want Grace, your not going anywhere.”
Grace looked over a John, he was over the other side of the room, shirtless, his body was pale and muscular. He leered at her looking her up and down, her smooth tanned skin, round full breasts with nipples slightly hardened from the chill of been naked, and a neatly shaven pubic triangle, she was beautiful. He was so damn horny but decided to take things slow to scare her all the more.
“Untie me now!” She cried, tears running freely down her cheeks, “Please let me go! How the hell did you get in here!?”
“Well” replied John as he slowly undid his belt, “it was easy, the motel owner has got spare keys you know, then I simply looked in the book to see what room you were in.”
“What, you killed him too?” Grace shrieked.
“Why not?” he replied raising his eyebrows.
“Your fucking sick!” she screamed, “what’s wrong with you?! Fucking untie me now you sick freak!”
“Why would I untie you Grace?” He smirked at her “I got you right where I want you.” He pulled his belt out of his trousers and lowering his hand opened his fingers letting it fall to the floor, then he undid the button on his trousers and began to pull down his fly.
“Where’s Jim?” She cried “please tell me, where is he?”
“He’s safe..”
Grace screamed louder choking on her own phlegm and tears “what have you done to him?”
“Like I said, he’s safe.”
John let his trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then he removed his boxers as Grace watched in horror. He stood there staring at her, butt naked, his throbbing monster of a penis standing tall.
“What are you going to do to me?” she wept, but it was a question she already knew the answer to.
He walked over to her, a roll of duct tape in his hand, she trembled and pulled harder on the strips of cloth that had began to work their way into her flesh.
He lunged at her grabbing her face in his hand, she cried out, “I don’t want to have to listen to that awful noise while I’m on the job.”
“I beg you don’t do this to me!..”
“Relax Grace” he whispered softly in her ear “try and enjoy yourself, I certainly will.”
He tore a strip of duct tape off the roll with his teeth and jammed it over her mouth.