Alternate ending
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G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
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Category:
G through L › Hitcher, The (2007)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,171
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 3
*WARNING* NC
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Grace appeared to weaken, blood ran down her arms from the friction wounds on her wrists.
She watched eyes wide with horror as John lay down next to her, she struggled again as he touched her body, running his hand over her neck, over her breasts, stomach and legs.
“So smooth..” he breathed.
His touch was sensual, no matter how much she hated this and him, it was sensual. His hand stopped on her lower stomach.
“I need to make you wet Grace..”
She struggled hard and cried through her nose as he slid his finger between her pussy lips pushing it inside her, resting his thumb on her clit and moving his finger in and out he kissed her softly on the neck.
Seizing her chance, Grace flung her head forward and hit him on the temple, but her blow was weak and it hurt her a hell of a lot more than it hurt him. John grinned at her rubbing his head “that was smart Grace” his grin quickly disappeared and he viciously grabbed her throat, squeezing hard he looked deep into her eyes, “try anything like that again and I’ll kill you and rape your corpse.”
Grace squealed, she couldn’t breathe, but luckily he let go of her, then continued doing to her what he was doing before. Grace could feel herself giving in, she was aroused by his actions, certainly not by choice.
After a while John rolled himself on top of Grace and forced open her legs, she fought back hard but he was much stronger than her, positioning himself in the right place he thrust his penis inside her, his mouth dropped open and he gasped, she saw the pleasure in his eyes.
John grabbed onto the bed board with both hands and began fucking her really hard, ignoring her moans of pain, he was huge and it hurt, his body crushed her mercilessly.
“Did your whiney fucking boyfriend ever fuck you like this?” He gasped.
Grace shut her eyes tight, as John kissed and ran his tongue over her neck, she tried to block out what was happening to her, she silently prayed that this was a sick twisted nightmare.
After what seemed like an eternity, John stopped his movements and pulled himself out of her, Grace breathed loudly in relief as the weight was lifted.
Straddling her, he moved his hand around his penis moving it up and down, “ever heard of a pearl necklace Grace?”
Grace cried harder, she knew exactly what he meant, tears ran down her cheeks as she watched him vigorously attempt to finish himself off while he rubbed her breast with his free hand.
This was not happening, this could not happen… not to her, she felt her anger and disgust build inside her, she had to escape, she had to! Pulling on the cloth with all her strength she heard it tear a little.
Jim’s words suddenly played over in her head, “the gun is in the bathroom if you need it” she glanced towards the bathroom, then back at John who was vocalising loudly clearly close to his climax.
She felt a huge rush of adrenaline, and with an agonized moan of pain tore her wrists free from their clutches.
The first thing she did with her free hands was tear the strip of duct tape from her mouth, then with a scream sat up and punched John as hard as she could in the balls.
He cried out and clutched himself, Grace grabbed for the lamp next to the bed and hit him over the head with it, the lamp smashed on contact and cut into his flesh.
John fell off the bed and hit the floor hard, he curled up into a ball screaming in pain. Grace rushed off the bed and into the bathroom where she found the gun in the sink, taking the safety off she approached John.
“Bitch!”…he gasped.
“Get up” Grace cried “get up you sick bastard!”
He rose to his knees gasping heavily, still grasping his scrotum. Blood poured down his head and into his eyes, he squinted at the gun and knew he was defeated.
“You deserve to die”
“I want to die”
She put the gun against his forehead, he smiled at her, “feels good doesn’t it?”
“I don’t feel anything.” She replied.
The smile on John’s face disappeared.
She pulled the trigger.
The bang was deafening, the bullet came out the back of John’s head and blood sprayed over the walls, he crumpled over in a lifeless heap to the floor, the blood spreading out in a large puddle. Grace stood there for a moment watching the blood spread, she let the gun fall to the floor. “It’s over” she thought to herself.
She went into the bathroom and showered, scrubbing herself hard, washing away the blood, but she knew that no amount of showering would ever get rid of his smell, his filthy touch..
Afterwards she pulled on some clothes, dressed her wounds and sat on the step outside the motel room. Would Jim ever return? She had no idea, all she could do was wait.
The End
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Reviews welcomed.
Here are a couple of Grace/John fanvids..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHb-3k4uvWI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mdBZuFB3aU
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Grace appeared to weaken, blood ran down her arms from the friction wounds on her wrists.
She watched eyes wide with horror as John lay down next to her, she struggled again as he touched her body, running his hand over her neck, over her breasts, stomach and legs.
“So smooth..” he breathed.
His touch was sensual, no matter how much she hated this and him, it was sensual. His hand stopped on her lower stomach.
“I need to make you wet Grace..”
She struggled hard and cried through her nose as he slid his finger between her pussy lips pushing it inside her, resting his thumb on her clit and moving his finger in and out he kissed her softly on the neck.
Seizing her chance, Grace flung her head forward and hit him on the temple, but her blow was weak and it hurt her a hell of a lot more than it hurt him. John grinned at her rubbing his head “that was smart Grace” his grin quickly disappeared and he viciously grabbed her throat, squeezing hard he looked deep into her eyes, “try anything like that again and I’ll kill you and rape your corpse.”
Grace squealed, she couldn’t breathe, but luckily he let go of her, then continued doing to her what he was doing before. Grace could feel herself giving in, she was aroused by his actions, certainly not by choice.
After a while John rolled himself on top of Grace and forced open her legs, she fought back hard but he was much stronger than her, positioning himself in the right place he thrust his penis inside her, his mouth dropped open and he gasped, she saw the pleasure in his eyes.
John grabbed onto the bed board with both hands and began fucking her really hard, ignoring her moans of pain, he was huge and it hurt, his body crushed her mercilessly.
“Did your whiney fucking boyfriend ever fuck you like this?” He gasped.
Grace shut her eyes tight, as John kissed and ran his tongue over her neck, she tried to block out what was happening to her, she silently prayed that this was a sick twisted nightmare.
After what seemed like an eternity, John stopped his movements and pulled himself out of her, Grace breathed loudly in relief as the weight was lifted.
Straddling her, he moved his hand around his penis moving it up and down, “ever heard of a pearl necklace Grace?”
Grace cried harder, she knew exactly what he meant, tears ran down her cheeks as she watched him vigorously attempt to finish himself off while he rubbed her breast with his free hand.
This was not happening, this could not happen… not to her, she felt her anger and disgust build inside her, she had to escape, she had to! Pulling on the cloth with all her strength she heard it tear a little.
Jim’s words suddenly played over in her head, “the gun is in the bathroom if you need it” she glanced towards the bathroom, then back at John who was vocalising loudly clearly close to his climax.
She felt a huge rush of adrenaline, and with an agonized moan of pain tore her wrists free from their clutches.
The first thing she did with her free hands was tear the strip of duct tape from her mouth, then with a scream sat up and punched John as hard as she could in the balls.
He cried out and clutched himself, Grace grabbed for the lamp next to the bed and hit him over the head with it, the lamp smashed on contact and cut into his flesh.
John fell off the bed and hit the floor hard, he curled up into a ball screaming in pain. Grace rushed off the bed and into the bathroom where she found the gun in the sink, taking the safety off she approached John.
“Bitch!”…he gasped.
“Get up” Grace cried “get up you sick bastard!”
He rose to his knees gasping heavily, still grasping his scrotum. Blood poured down his head and into his eyes, he squinted at the gun and knew he was defeated.
“You deserve to die”
“I want to die”
She put the gun against his forehead, he smiled at her, “feels good doesn’t it?”
“I don’t feel anything.” She replied.
The smile on John’s face disappeared.
She pulled the trigger.
The bang was deafening, the bullet came out the back of John’s head and blood sprayed over the walls, he crumpled over in a lifeless heap to the floor, the blood spreading out in a large puddle. Grace stood there for a moment watching the blood spread, she let the gun fall to the floor. “It’s over” she thought to herself.
She went into the bathroom and showered, scrubbing herself hard, washing away the blood, but she knew that no amount of showering would ever get rid of his smell, his filthy touch..
Afterwards she pulled on some clothes, dressed her wounds and sat on the step outside the motel room. Would Jim ever return? She had no idea, all she could do was wait.
The End
******************
Reviews welcomed.
Here are a couple of Grace/John fanvids..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHb-3k4uvWI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mdBZuFB3aU