With a frown, Lara slapped his hand away and stood up. "What the hell is going on? What have you done to me?" It was a rhetorical question, really: she didn't really give a shit what he had done, she was ending this now. On her terms. Her hands dropped to the holsters on her hips and she pulled out her pistols. She leveled them at the young boy, who seemed to be panicking.
He pulled out some sort of remote and began to mash a button furiously. With each press, she felt herself get hornier and hornier: What the fuck? Had he put some sort of drug in her last time? It would explain a lot...
Ignoring her moistening pussy, she aimed the guns and fired... once... twice... three times, splattering his brains and blood all over the couch. She smiled, and took the remote. It would be useful. Pocketing it, she headed upstairs to the kid's room. Pulling on a pair of gloves, she searched it thoroughly, finding his diary and the stash of pictures. She pocketed them as well, then using her extensive array of skills, snuck out of the house, leaving no trace, no way to track the crime to her. She went home, and burned thee diary and pictures, but kept the remote.
That night, Lara went to bed, leaving the remote on her bedside table and her window accidentally open. |