Chapter 1

The cold bites my cheeks as I watch the winter rains clean So Cal of its funk. People driving through pools like it's any other day, and nothing more.

"Ahhh!...Fuck You Too!"

I turn left to find a girl who had just been drenched head to toe in street grime by a white truck speeding away.

Poor thing, all drenched and shivering in her leggings and hoodie, only warm enough for California winters. Her ebony skin glimmering in the lights of the passing cars.

What a gorgeous woman, her curly hair framing a full face. I'd hate it if someone told me this, but, the water glistening in her hair made her look like a fairy for wishes and dreams. "Hmm," I murmured as I pictured what dreams that long, lean, and luxurious body made me wish for. I felt myself dampen as I gazed at her. Deciding then and there that she would be mine.

Walking up to her, I put on a face of disgust and female frustration. "What an asswhole! Are you alright?"

"Ya, just wish I could beat some sense into that punk ass. Who does he think he is? Driving like that in this weather?"

"Agreed."

She whips out her phone and curses, "Dam it! He drenched my phone too."

"Oh Crap!" I hide my intrigue for infuriation, "That's so messed up."

"Can I borrow yours," she asks as the temper in her eyes drives me even closer to action.

"Well, I'm sorry. My cell's charging. I suppose you could use it if you want. My home's just a few minutes away."

She gives me an annoyed glance as she jumps from foot to foot, as the chill from the water starts to reach her bones. "Oh, fine." She's quiet for a moment but then blurts out a thanks as if trying to show she is civil, underneath her reaction to the entire situation. I give her a small, pitying smile as I point which direction we're going.

I decide to walk in front, just so that she thinks I'm only helping her. After a few minutes, I start up a conversation, deciding silence would be less likely to put her at ease. "Rough day for a walk. Before the idiot decided to surprise you, were you enjoying sunny LA

She chuckles softly and gives a sie of disbelief. "I'm from Washington, so this WAAAS a lovely day for me."

I chuckled at her sarcasm, and we continued an off-and-on conversation during the walk to my house. It's a simple one-story building, perfect for a single woman.

I unlock the door. "I'll get the phone. Why don't you make yourself at home?"

"Alright, thanks." She takes off her soaked hoddie and puts it on the door handle before she heads to the couch. She sprawls on it like her experience had utterly exhausted her.

I run off to my bedroom and grab my bottle of pepper spray. I had been thinking about what to do, during the walk over, and hoped that it would work.

Walking normally back to the woman, I was glad to see her eyes close.

"Here you go." As she gives me a sheepish smile and opens her eyes, I give her a face full of the spray.

"AAHHH!" She goes down and starts crawling around. "What the fuck did you do? You BITCH!"

Without wasting time, I aim my tennis shoe at her head and kick across her forehead as hard as I can.

She immediately goes limp and I, fearing the worst, fall to my knees to see if I've succeeded. "Good, still breathing." I knew that that would be my best option. There was no way I was going to win a fight against her, let alone keep it quiet. And look at that, Didn't even leave a scratch; however, I'm sure there'll be a bruise across that pretty face.

I quickly get some bungee cords and rope from my laundry room, not knowing how long she would be out. I also get a screwdriver and hammer out of the closet, having seen a family member take out a door hinge before.

After dragging her to my bedroom, I quickly take down my door and put her on top of it. I tie up her hands, feet, arms, and her legs. I also add additional support along her body, as my luxurious dream continued to take shape in my mind. Soon enough, I had her pinned to the door, with her arms alongside her head, and her legs set up as if she were doing a butterfly stretch while laying down.

Looking at her soft and smooth face, I gave myself a moment of desire and stroked her with my fingertips. Smelling the air, I caught the faint smell of, and a sweetness I knew was all her. That gorgeous woman that made me lose all my reason in the desire of her delectable attributes.

What a fun gift to myself I have created, only some finishing touches to complete before she woke up. Staring at her full body, I came across the notion that I would have to buy some pieces to make her look a little less half hazard than what I'd have to substitute with now.

Deciding to complete my work, before she made any trouble for me, I grabbed some earplugs, a bandana, and a washcloth and ducktape. I put the earplugs in her ears, covered her eyes with the bandana, and stuffed her delicate mouth with the towel, before wrapping her mouth with ducktape, effectively resulting in me making her deaf, blind, and mute. At last, the finishing touch, stepping to the top of the door and squatting down. I used my legs to pull her up off the ground, and laid her on the wall, in the corner of my room. She'd have a hard time tipping over, if she tried, and I could always improve her current position when I strengthen my prosthetic improvements.

Looking back at my work, I couldn't help but gape at what a beauty I had to behold. A smile spread across my face, as I glided my tongue along my upper lip and felt a heat begin to burn around my clit, the dampness having become noticeable while I had set up my darling present.