One night in a bar in Sao Paulo, a man was sitting drinking by the bar when two women entered the bar. They were in their 20s. One of them is beautiful with ebony skin, dark smouldering eyes and sleek dark hair falling over her left shoulder. She wore a beautiful green dress which accentuated her mesmerizing figure. The other girl wore a less shaped black dress and bracelets on both wrists. She was more pale and had less lustre in her hair. She carried a little weight and attracted less attention from the men at the bar.
They went upstairs into the restaurant first. Later that night they returned to the bar and ordered drinks. After some time they were joined by a young man. They spent a number of hours drinking and engrossed in conversation together.
Eventually, the larger woman and the man left the bar together. The barman caught sight of the attractive woman left alone at the bar. He approached her to ask had she a lift on the way for her or if she would like another drink.
The woman thanked him warmly: "Oh no I'm fine thank you! He's coming back for me. He is my man."
The way the woman spoke caused the observer at the bar to pause for a moment. He found it fascinating that she felt the need to claim ownership for her man to a stranger over her friend. She didn't mean anything by it but underlying there was an obvious insecurity. She had to clarify that it was she with the man.
Now for context the man wasn't exceedingly attractive. He seemed good-natured and funny. He was slightly over-weight and balding. His clothes were jeans, and Hillfigure t-shirt.
the observer found it very informative to see how even the most attractive women are, even unbeknownst to themselves, possessive. This woman needed to confirm it was SHE with the boyfriend and that he was NOT her friend's partner.
Perhaps the observor was looking too deeply into things. But that was him.
They went upstairs into the restaurant first. Later that night they returned to the bar and ordered drinks. After some time they were joined by a young man. They spent a number of hours drinking and engrossed in conversation together.
Eventually, the larger woman and the man left the bar together. The barman caught sight of the attractive woman left alone at the bar. He approached her to ask had she a lift on the way for her or if she would like another drink.
The woman thanked him warmly: "Oh no I'm fine thank you! He's coming back for me. He is my man."
The way the woman spoke caused the observer at the bar to pause for a moment. He found it fascinating that she felt the need to claim ownership for her man to a stranger over her friend. She didn't mean anything by it but underlying there was an obvious insecurity. She had to clarify that it was she with the man.
Now for context the man wasn't exceedingly attractive. He seemed good-natured and funny. He was slightly over-weight and balding. His clothes were jeans, and Hillfigure t-shirt.
the observer found it very informative to see how even the most attractive women are, even unbeknownst to themselves, possessive. This woman needed to confirm it was SHE with the boyfriend and that he was NOT her friend's partner.
Perhaps the observor was looking too deeply into things. But that was him.
Sure enough the man returned for his girlfriend. Saluting the barman, they thanked him and left.
Unnoticed the observer finished his drink and silently followed them out into the carpark...
... Amanda was relieved when her boyfriend returned. She was a little anxious to get home early. She had a long day to prepare for in work the following day. She slipped her arm around Lucas as they exited the bar together. He was warm and she loved the softness of his green jumper. As they neared the car she heard someone behind them. Half-turning to glance at them she didn't have time to flinch before the wrench connected with the side of her head....
The silent observer in the bar had followed the couple outside. He was not from Brazil. Without a word he closed the distance between himself and his targets in the carpark. Nearing them he allowed the wrench to slide silently from inside the sleeve of his coat. Gripping it firmly he spoke.
"Fuckin bastards!" he uttered, unable to form a more well-constructed statement.
Without waiting for a reaction he brought the wrench around, swinging it in an arc across the girl's head. She turned in time to receive the blow to her face. The impact sent her spinning around and landing on the ground. Blood was gushing from her face. In shock, she was not capable of reacting to the savage and unexpected assault.
Lucas looked in horror as she fell. Before he had time to respond he himself felt something solid collide with his skull. All thought exited his mind as he felt his body driven down from the blow. the energy left his body. Relentlessly the attacker continued to strike his head and shoulders. Without the opportunity to recover, Lucas' body relented and sank to the ground, receiving the blows without the ability to protest...
The observer lost his self-control in that moment. From the first blow he felt the exhilaration of exacting his will upon the unsuspecting couple. Unable to stop, he beat the man with a savage fury he had never released prior. The onslaught did not cease until the cowering body was reduced to a bloody corpse. Then he turned his attention to the woman...
Still sprawled out from the blow she received, she felt the attacker hoist her into the air.
"Do you know what you are?" he asked. She mumbled a response.
"No", he laughed. "You are not innocent. You have been looking for this kind of justice all your life. Now you will endure the punishment befitting your crimes."
His voice was soft and even, a little deep. She was unable to focus on his features. She could feel her body being hoisted high into the air by a pair of strong arms. She was still aware when the arms launched her body into the air.
It felt as though she were suspended for an eternity in the air. But she eventually felt the inevitable fall. Her body crashed violently off the tarmac. She felt the blood split out of rips in her skin along her face, knees and sides. The breath was driven from her body. Crippled, she struggled to crawl away.
"You don't get to escape your actions," sang the voice. She felt a hand tighten around her throat, extinguishing her air supply. She gave a futile and feeble struggle which seemed to amuse the attacker further.
"You are my first", he whispered in her ear. "You are lucky. The rest will suffer a more severe punishment".
The hand released her to the ground. Gasping, she faded into unconsciousness.
Unnoticed the observer finished his drink and silently followed them out into the carpark...
... Amanda was relieved when her boyfriend returned. She was a little anxious to get home early. She had a long day to prepare for in work the following day. She slipped her arm around Lucas as they exited the bar together. He was warm and she loved the softness of his green jumper. As they neared the car she heard someone behind them. Half-turning to glance at them she didn't have time to flinch before the wrench connected with the side of her head....
The silent observer in the bar had followed the couple outside. He was not from Brazil. Without a word he closed the distance between himself and his targets in the carpark. Nearing them he allowed the wrench to slide silently from inside the sleeve of his coat. Gripping it firmly he spoke.
"Fuckin bastards!" he uttered, unable to form a more well-constructed statement.
Without waiting for a reaction he brought the wrench around, swinging it in an arc across the girl's head. She turned in time to receive the blow to her face. The impact sent her spinning around and landing on the ground. Blood was gushing from her face. In shock, she was not capable of reacting to the savage and unexpected assault.
Lucas looked in horror as she fell. Before he had time to respond he himself felt something solid collide with his skull. All thought exited his mind as he felt his body driven down from the blow. the energy left his body. Relentlessly the attacker continued to strike his head and shoulders. Without the opportunity to recover, Lucas' body relented and sank to the ground, receiving the blows without the ability to protest...
The observer lost his self-control in that moment. From the first blow he felt the exhilaration of exacting his will upon the unsuspecting couple. Unable to stop, he beat the man with a savage fury he had never released prior. The onslaught did not cease until the cowering body was reduced to a bloody corpse. Then he turned his attention to the woman...
Still sprawled out from the blow she received, she felt the attacker hoist her into the air.
"Do you know what you are?" he asked. She mumbled a response.
"No", he laughed. "You are not innocent. You have been looking for this kind of justice all your life. Now you will endure the punishment befitting your crimes."
His voice was soft and even, a little deep. She was unable to focus on his features. She could feel her body being hoisted high into the air by a pair of strong arms. She was still aware when the arms launched her body into the air.
It felt as though she were suspended for an eternity in the air. But she eventually felt the inevitable fall. Her body crashed violently off the tarmac. She felt the blood split out of rips in her skin along her face, knees and sides. The breath was driven from her body. Crippled, she struggled to crawl away.
"You don't get to escape your actions," sang the voice. She felt a hand tighten around her throat, extinguishing her air supply. She gave a futile and feeble struggle which seemed to amuse the attacker further.
"You are my first", he whispered in her ear. "You are lucky. The rest will suffer a more severe punishment".
The hand released her to the ground. Gasping, she faded into unconsciousness.
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