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[Krishan202]

#Pranitha Subhash


Pranitha couldn't believe it, Pranitha was being arrested.

Pranitha had gotten into a fight with a girl -- Nivetha Pethuraj -- at a diner while Pranitha was out on a really shitty date. This girl was an uppity bitch that Pranitha had to deal with for 2 years in College and in all that tiher she'd never laid a hand on her, or anyone for that matter. Pranitha wasn't a violent person.



She've been told she was a sweet girl, maybe a little naive, always seeing the good in others no matter what. Pranitha looked it too, big doe eyes, a slight stature with perky breasts but an ass that She 've caught many people, girls and teachers, checking out more than once. she was a blonde, and that often made people think her ditzy, but Pranitha had a sharp mind.



But tonight Pranitha had lost it and slapped Nivetha across the face and it had felt great, but then she had slapped her back and an all out cat fight began in the middle of the crowded diner. They called the cops of course, and Nivetha was put into a patrol car while Pranitha was shoved into the back of a detectives car who had been close by at the tiher of the call.



He was handsome, if maybe a bit rough looking and probably in his early 40's. He looked 6ft -- so, much taller than her -- and packing some muscle. He had dark hair that was tight on the sides and a little longer on the top, and a rough stubble spreading across his strong chin and jaw.

Pranitha sat in the back of the car with her hands cuffed painfully behind her back, absolutely fuming as the detective, who had said his naher was Nate Locke, drove the car.



"What's your name and age girl?" Detective Locke asked, making her blink as Pranitha resurfaced from the angry red haze fogging her mind.

"Oh... um, pranitha subhash. she was 22, Sir."

"22 huh?" he murmured seemingly to himself, and as the silence stretched Pranitha began to instantly feel uncomfortable and not only because of the cuffs biting painfully into her skin. Pranitha could see and feel him looking at her through the mirror, and as Pranitha watched I'd swear Pranitha saw his eyes darkening from a bright blue to a black that sent a chill down her spine. 



It was then Pranitha realized we were heading nowhere near the security officer station, in fact we were going in the opposite direction all together. It looked like we were headed into the warehouse district.

"Um, Sir are ... are we going in the right direction?" Pranitha stamherred as Pranitha looked everywhere in hope of seeing a security officer station and finding none.

"Yes."

"But the station is in the opposite direction," Pranitha replied before he hert my confused gaze in the mirror.



"I never said Pranitha was taking you to jail, little girl. I have a different type of punishment in store for you," he said, and Pranitha could see the sinister smile reflect through his dark eyes causing her stomach to drop and my heart to race.



Pranitha struggled against the handcuffs which caused him to chuckle as he drove past a gate and through a garage entrance into a vast empty warehouse. Pranitha continued to struggle as he parked the car and exited the vehicle. Pranitha scooted to the other side of the car, away from him, her breath shallow and rapid from fear of what punishhernt this older man had in store for her. Her mind raced with images of him strangling her before chopping her up into little bits, never to be seen or heard from again. Thoughts of what her parents would think had her tearing up.



Pranitha whimpered when Detective Locke opened the car door and Pranitha tried to scramble out of his reach but it was impossible.

"No! Get away from me!" Pranitha shouted, her voice full of fear. Pranitha kicked at him which only managed to make him furious.

"Bitch! Come here," he growled as he roughly clamped his big hands around her ankles and yanked her out of the car. Pranitha yelped in pain and fright as my back hit the hard cehernt ground harshly, and Pranitha had no tiher to think before he grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her away from the car and into the middle of the bright warehouse.



Pranitha screaherd from the pain and terror he was inflicting upon her before he released her hair and Pranitha fell to her side. Pranitha looked up at him terrified out of my mind. Pranitha couldn't ever rehermber being this scared before, Pranitha could hardly think straight, and just as Pranitha began to wonder what he wanted with her, he began unbuckling his belt. Pranitha would swear my heart stopped dead as cold terror and dread swept over her.



He was going to bang her. Pranitha was going to be bangd.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God this can't be happening! He's a cop, he's supposed to be a good guy! Her mind uselessly screaherd at her.