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Who is afraid
Man attacked by friend (a newspaper article)
Mondaynight around 9.45, a 38-old civilian was robbed in his residence
from his bankcard and pincode. The victim was left tied up by his
assaulter.
The culprit had called at the door earlier in the evening. They were
old-time acquaintances. Initially the night passed off pleasantly when
suddenly the suspect drew a pistol and threatened the victim with it.
Next he tied up his 'old mate' and searched the house. Finally he left,
taking with him the bank card and pincode. Afterwards, the victim
managed to free himself and, utterly upset, drove by taxi to an
acqaintance who called the police.
You're getting older and still hope to find true love. You put ads in
the paper: there is response, but all meetings end up in
disappointments. Then comes a letter from a young man. A picture is
included: he has a nice body and a cute face. After a while he calls
and a meeting is arranged. At once you find him gorgeous, so beautiful,
the hair, those sweet innocent eyes. During lovemaking he is
passionate. Next visits too he makes you feel happy. Then he doesn't
show up for a while.
Months later he stands, unexpectedly, at the door, smiling. You show
him in, nervous and happy: your 'lover' is back. He tells about
receiving strange phonecalls and would like to have his picture and
letter back. Of course you hand them over. He trusts you again and acts
affectionately. It is marvellous to make love to him again, soon you
withdraw to the bedroom. Clothes are trown on the floor.
He presses himself close to you, breathes heavily in your neck. You
surrender completely to this tasty creature. You want to do anything
for him and you obediently follow his instructions. Relaxed you lie
face down when suddenly you feel the barrel of a gun against your head.
He hisses at you to put your hands behind your back, ties them up and
pulls a pillow-case over your head. He pokes his weapon in your side
and asks for your money and bankcard. He finds the stuff and threatens
to shoot holes in you when you don't tell the pincode.
Then he stuffs things in your mouth, roughly gags you and tightens the
rope around arms and legs. You hear the opening of chests and drawers.
Every once in a while it gets quiet, then he is back again, hits you
and threatens you. Your body aches all over and you almost choke. It
takes an aggravating time before he leaves. Hours later you are
discovered, humiliated, robbed of money and illusions.
Olaf Korder
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