The Thirst for Revenge
The alarm buzzed, and the cell doors opened. The warden walked inside, "You've paid your time boy, now its time you left." The Australian Shepard stoop up, he had no joy in leaving his cell, nor did he want to stay in it, because there was only one thing on his mind. He walked down the hall with the warden and his guards, he eyed the other prisoners, who eyed him back.
They approached another door, and the warden knocked on it. A Panther looked through the thick glassed window and then opened the door. They walked down a few more cold, depressing hallways before they reached their destination. It was a room, with a counter, behind it, storage and a Husky a with a computer. The guards pushed the Shepard towards the counter. There was a thick glass wall keeping the prisoner and the Husky separated.
"Prisoner number?" the Husky asked. The Shepard, being to ignorant to remember the long number, had carved it into his skin with some broken glass, it had grown a scab over it, which he had clearly picked off many times. The Shepard showed the Husky the number. The Husky typed it into his computer. "Milo, is it?" The Shepard nodded. The Husky walked into the back area, whistling a tune Milo couldn't recognize.
As Milo waited, he impatiently scratch his name into the wooden counter with his sharp claws. At last, the Husky returned, holding a small wooden box. He set it down on the counter, "One pair of Sneakers. One ear piercing. One pair of jeans. One white undershirt. One cell phone. And last, a eh.....pack of condoms...." The Husky said, lifting each object up as he said its name. The Husky slid the box under a square hole in the glass and Milo picked it up, double checking what was inside of it.
The warden walked up behind Milo. "Alright, now you just gotta change and you'll be free as a bird. Hope you've learned your lesson son." Milo, walked into the changing room, "Whatever." he mumbled. He threw his bright orange prison suit off and slipped on his clothes. He forced his ear piercing into its proper place. Then he was escorted out, with a friendly "Have a nice life dirt bag!"
Milo entered the apartment the jail had set up for him for 2 weeks so he could "get his act together". Milo felt his stomach turn as evil entered and posssesed him. Now that Milo was free, his hopes and dreams for revenge were not dreams anymore, but reality. Milo pulled out his phone and flipped it open. He began to search through his pictures, and found the one he was looking for. It was a picture of a Golden Labrador. Milo's face developed a big grin as he began plotting. "I told you I would get you back, and now I will, you bastard." Milo said to himself. Milo then invited himself into bed, and went to sleep.
The alarm clock beeped. 4 am. Milo awoke, and smashed the alarm with his fist. He got up, "Today William, your going to regret what you did to me." he said to himself as he walked out the door. He walked into a parking lot, and looked around. Empty, except for a couple cars. Milo walked up the a car, and smashed his elbow into the window. The car alarm blared as her reached in and opened the door. "Let's see if I still got it..." Milo laughed to himself. "Aha!" Milo said as the car engine roared and the alarm stopped. He climbed into the car, and closed the door. "H-hey! THAT'S MY CAR YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Milo head someone scream. Milo began to drove the car, he went right past its owned, and flipped him off.
Milo got a few blocks before he hit a red light. He took advantage of the moment, and looked though the car, and found about $4.46. The light turned green and he hit the gas. He drove and parked on the road and quickly ran into the library down the street a bit. He walked in, and looked for a computer, and finally found one. Milo launched the web browser and searched, "William Harold Parker" about a thousand results came up and Milo cursed to himself but started searching.
On about the 3rd page or results, he found a google profile. He matched the picture and confirmed it was the one he was looking for. "27 Rosewood...idiot...puts his address on his profile..." Milo whispered to himself. He quickly got up and walked to the door, not bothering to close the page. When Milo walked out, he spotted a police car by his hijacked vehicle. "Damn it..." Milo said to himself. He pulled the change he stole from the car out of his pocket. "Not enough for a cab..." Milo mumbled. He looked around, and one store caught his attention. The good old "99 cent" store. He raced to the store.
Soon he raced out of the store on a small old bicycle, that looked like it would fall apart. Milo turned into a neighborhood. He examined the street names, "Oakwood, Birtchwood....aha! Rosewood!" Milo said, he ditched the bike and ran down the street. "19....21.....23.....25.....27!" Milo said as he approached the house. This was it. Milo's thirst for revenge would become satisfied. He walked towards the house, and kicked the door down. "WHERE ARE YOU FAGGOT?!" he yelled. He looked around and saw his prey, paralyzed by fear. He pinned him down on the floor. "Ello Willy, did ya miss meh?" he said. William somehow found the courage move his mouth, "H-how did you find me?!" "Ah, that's none of your concern my friend." William began to cry. "P-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" "You got me thrown in jail for 5 years, and for 5 years I have been waiting for this moment. And I'm going to enjoy it." Milo pulled down his pants, revealing his member, which was just as eager as Milo. William started to really freak out now. "NO! NO! PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THAT! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME!" But it was to late. There was nothing William could do to appeal to his captor. Milo removed his victim's jeans and underwear, and gave a hard and painful thrust, anxious for his revenge. William screamed in pain as the massive cock slammed into his ass, with no mercy. Milo pulled back, and thrusted again, and again, and again. William screamed for help, the whole street knew what was happening, but none of them wanted to anger the beast that William had.
Milo began to reach his climax, and began to pump his hot seed into the screaming Labrador, moaning as he did so. He pulled his shaft out of William, and watched in amusement as his "bitch" laid there, panting with hot cum oozing out of his tail hole. Milo heard sirens in the distance, defiantly more than a few of them. Milo walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, then picked up his hostage and stood in front of the doorway.
No less than 5 police cars arrived infront of the house, all of the officers, pointed their guns and Milo. "GIVE UP! THERE'S NOT ESCAPE! DROP THE KNIFE MILO!" Milo recognized the voice, it was the warden. "If I'm going to die, I'm taking you with me." Milo whispered to William. Then Milo pulled the blade, slicing William's neck. "NOOOO!!!!" The warden shouted, as the officers opened fire on Milo.
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Matthew sat at the table and took a sip of his coffee. He opened the news paper and began to read. "Anything good?" John asked. "Not really.....oh! Here's something!" Matthew said. John and Patrick sat up and listened. "Yesterday, a Milo B. Michelson was released from prison. He had been arrested for Grand Theft Auto. He was suppose to live in an apartment for 2 weeks so that the police could keep track of him, but didn't check in after the first day. The police then received a report that a card was stolen.
A witness described the hijacker much like Milo. They then found the car and searched all the buildings around, in a library, they found a computer with an online profile of a William H. Parker, the man who testified against Milo, complete with an address..." John laughed. "Wow, only idiots put the address online!" Matthew nodded and continued reading, "The officers put 2 and 2 together and gathered a team to take Milo down, when they arrived, William had already rapped and was being held hostage, and Milo then killed him, and the officers opened fire."
"Oh wow, he died." John said. "Nope." Matthew said. "It says here that Milo escaped without leaving a trace, and is still on the run to this day."