Taking Lia by shadowknyght
Indulge in 'Taking Lia by shadowknyght,' an electrifying erotic sex story that explores desire, passion, and fantasy. Join Lia on a seductive journey filled with unexpected twists and intimate encounters that will leave you breathless. Perfect for fans of steamy romance and provocative narratives!<br/>
This is not a continuation of the previous story, but another story involving the same girl. This is a relatively violent story, so if you’re not into that kind of thing…don’t read it. , It was late at night when Lia heard a banging on the door. It was frantic and loud and crazy. She slowly made her way out of the bed in her pink and black boy shorts and black cropped tank top.
Lia rubbed her eyes slowly and started out of her bedroom. She rushed down the stairs towards the door, she was tempted to open the door immediately, but she thought better of it, grabbing a knife and from the kitchen before answering the door, barely cracking it open. Before her was a large heavy set black man. He had short hair and handsome features. He was wearing a black track suit with a black hood.
He was clutching his stomach as blood poured from it.
“Help…me!” the man said as he stumbled against the door. Lia stepped back and grabbed the mans arm, after she’d dropped the knife.
“What happened?!” Lia asked, panicked but starting to regain her composure. Although this was a terrifying situation, Lia had grown up in a family full of doctors and had seen her share of blood. “Keep pressure on the wound.
I’ll go call 911.” she said, starting to run off.
“Close the door!” The man said in a panicked voice. “He might come back!” That thought terrified Lia. She was fine with helping this man who’d apparently been injured, probably shot, but she didn’t count on being but in danger herself. Lia rushed over and closed the door, locking it hurriedly before starting for the stairs. That’s when Lia felt the man grasp her thin ankle and pull hard, yanking her to the floor.
Lia immediately rolled on her back and thrust her foot backward as hard as she could, as she struck the man in the face. He let go and she scrambled to her feet. The man followed suit, allowing the blood pack to fall from his hoodie, spilling the blood onto the polished oak floor. Lia again scrambled towards the stairs, the man just a few steps behind her. Rushing towards her room, she knocked over a stand with a bouquet of plastic flowers sitting on it.
The man tripped over the stand falling on his face. Lia quickly closed and locked the door. She looked around frantically, but she didn’t immediately see her cellphone.
“You better get outta here! I’m calling the cops…and my dad should be here soon!” Lia called out.
“Your dad’s out of town for the week and I doubt you’re calling anyone.” the man said confidently, thinking about he cellphone jammer he’d placed outside before he started knocking.
He’d been planning this for quite some time. He had all of his bases covered. There was only one way Lia could escape him. Or atleast that’s what he thought, before he heard the window break. The man violently kicked the door open and rushed to the window. Looked around down on the ground but didn’t see any sign of Lia, surely a fall from that height would’ve broken something in her tiny little body. “Clever girl.” The man said with a smile.
“But I know you’re still…” was all he said before he felt a hard impact against his knee as Lia smashed it with a baseball bat. His knee collapsed and Lia took off out of the room. The man quickly got to his feet and started limping behind her.
Lia got to the door and started to undo the lock when she heard something flying towards her. She ducked out of the way right as the stand came flying towards her. The man limped down the stairs much quicker than Lia had anticipated.
Lia took off towards the back door. She could hear the man behind her as she impacted the door. Lia quickly unlocked it and started to pull the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. She pulled on it with all the strength her 93lbs body could muster, but to no avail. Fearing she’d taken too long at the door, she rushed into the kitchen. She didn’t hear the man pursuing her immediately, but that didn’t matter.
All she had to do is get into the basement, there was a cellar door from which she could escape. She hated going down into the cellar. Although it was relatively clean, it just always seemed spooky to her. She grabbed another knife from the kitchen and started into the cellar, locking the door behind her.
The man looked at his work and smiled. The front door was now completely sealed. Now Lia had no way to escape. He’d already secured the back door and the cellar door, apoxy.
He his leg had started to feel better, the padding taking most of the blow, but he was still quite impressed with the young girl. Had he not been as well prepared as he was, she’d have surely escaped him. He walked into the kitchen, then looked at the knife holder. Two knives were missing. One he’d seen on the living room floor. He assumed she’d taken the other one. He’d knew he’d have to be careful. As sure as he was that he could easily take Lia, she’d bested him twice already.
He kicked the door open and waited. It was dark, he knew Lia was down there armed and terrified.
Lia cringed as she heard the door fly open. She knew she wouldn’t be able to trap him down here, not after he’d probably just broken the lock. She knew all she could do was fight. She almost wished the stairs leading down into the cellar weren’t full stairs, so she could hide under them and slice his Achilles tendon, making it very easy for her to escape.
She saw him going back with his flash light. She knew all she had to do was get close enough. She could feel her whole body tremble in terror as she watched his flashlight. As the man got closer Lia fingered the knife waiting. “Just alittle bit closer” Lia thought as the man drew near. Lia looked down at the screw driver she’d picked up to try to unscrew the door. She then immediately threw it across the room. It impacted a tool box and made a lot of noise.
“NOW!” she thought as she started to lounge. Suddenly she couldn’t see anything, only the blinding light of the flashlight, then a sudden impact against her tight stomach. She folded bent around the man’s fist as he buried it deep into her stomach, coughing as the air was driven from her body. She quickly regained her composure and weakly swung the knife at the man. He jumped back, but fell over some junk. Lia immediately took off, sprinting towards the doorway.
The man got back up and started after her. Lia’s face dropped as she neared the front door. She knew she had a key in the inside lock of the dead bolt so she could get out in emergency, but she saw the lock was in the locked position and part of the broken key shined on the floor. Lia looked around frantically. Even if she did escape from the window, the houses were so far apart he’d have plenty of time to catch her before she could get anyone’s attention.
She steeled herself for what she’d have to do. She turned around in enough time to see the man walking towards her. She brandished the knife, glaring at the man in defiance. As he neared her, she made a short controlled swing. The man smiled.