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For me it's Subaru
Sometimes I do still fantasize about her. On Friday nights I'd get home a little early and meet up with her at her place, she'd be dressed up so pretty for our date night. Even though she's normally so boyish and dresses casually, she'd feel a little self conscious going out for a nice dinner and secretly splurged on a beautiful new evening gown. She probably even called up one of her friends to help her put makeup on. In the glow of the sunset her radiance would show that all her work paid off.
Our time at the restaurant would fly by as we chat and subtly flirt with one another, her sweet giggles sounding out whenever I make a joke. She'd enjoy her meal and naturally I'd pay for the whole meal, but before we leave I'd sneak a little pill into her drink.
We'd start to leave, but Subaru would start to get drowsy. As she begins to lose control over her body as her eyes begin to shut, I'd help carry her to my car. As she falls into the passenger seat her consciousness completely fades.
Hours later she'd wake up startled, unsure where she is she'd try to get up only to find herself restrained to a bed. As I walk into view she'd look at me dumbstruck, her eyes wide open in surprise. She tries to ask me what I'm doing but she'd be unable to speak with her mouth gagged.
I'd go over to her, her petite body struggling against the bonds but still not aware of what awaits her. As I begin to lightly touch her body, trailing my fingers across her skin she'd look at me, the fear slowly coming into her eyes. I'd roughly tear off her clothes, the beautiful dress she splurged on and picked out becoming tattered as I rip it off piece by piece, exposing her smooth skin underneath it. The betrayal visible on her face she begins to tear up, and as I stroke her face I pull out a taser and begin to jab it into her skin. With every press of the trigger jolts of electricity jump in Subaru, her body convulsing against her bonds as her screams even sounding out through the gag.
Over and over I shock her, each time the binds are tested as her body shakes and spasms. Liquid beginning to pool between her legs as she loses control over herself.
The torture continues for a few hours, we break as she begins to lose consciousness and I stroke her tear and sweat stained body. No longer able to scream, unable to even fight and her body shivers in a pained and exhausted mess.
When she can no longer handle any more I untie her and hold her close. Her body cold and shaking she's just happy for it to be over and holds onto me. I kiss her and tell her what a good job she does, and as I carry her back outside I take her and dump her straight in the trash bin right where she belongs.
