Rise of The Iron Eagle (The Iron Eagle Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

the girls with his finger. She jumped, and he let out a laugh. “Then I will introduce you all to my newest pet. We are going to have so much fun.”
    He went back upstairs to the master bath, disrobed, and walked into the shower. He had pinned the photographs of him raping a young girl to the back shower wall so they wouldn’t get wet. He stepped into the shower and slathered petroleum jelly on his penis and began to masturbate, all the while staring and smiling at the pictures. The semen shot out of his cock with ferocity as he looked at the photograph of Cheryl Pruitt screaming in agony impaled on his cock, his arms holding her on top of him facing away from him in the direction of the camera. “Oh, how I can’t wait for the opportunity to do the same to your asshole, little Cheryl, my little beauty,” he whispered to himself as the aching in his groin ceased. He then soaped up and finished his bathing.
    He had just shut off the water and was starting to shave when he heard the sound of something heavy fall in one of the rooms. He walked toward the room where Cheryl was when he heard the sound again. It was coming from her room. He opened the hall closet and pulled out a piece of barbed wire. “If she thinks she’s going to cause a commotion before her vigil she has another thing coming,” he muttered as he opened the bedroom door. Sure enough she wasn’t on the bed. “Oh God, she’s escaped. I’ll be ruined.” The room was very small. There were only two places she could hide: under the bed or in the bedroom closet. The bedroom door was locked with a double-sided keyed deadbolt; there was no way she could exit that way, and the windows were barred. He looked under the bed, but she wasn’t there. “Cheryl,” he called out softly. “If you come out of the closet now, I will not punish you for misbehaving.” He held the barbed wire high over his head, ready to strike the child the second she came out of the closet. The door knob turned, and the closet door opened a crack. He moved closer until his face was almost against the door. His flabby, fat, nude frame was ready to press against the door in the hopes of pinning her, so he could beat her soundly with the wire, but there was no further movement.
    He was getting angry and knew he had to get to the vigil or people might think something was up. He didn’t have the patience, and he said as he grabbed the door knob, “You brought this on yourself.” He flung the door open and moved with a sweep of the wire downward. The wire didn’t hit anything inside but imbedded itself into his thigh causing him to scream. He fell back onto the floor, trying to pull the barbed wire out of his flesh, when suddenly a tall, powerful figure dressed all in black stepped out of the closet and grabbed him by the throat. He picked Stew up with one hand, all two hundred and fifty pounds of him, and threw him across the bedroom, his body hitting the wall and knocking him unconscious above the bed where Cheryl had been restrained.

    “911. What is your emergency?” There was no sound on the other end of the line. The dispatcher asked again, but there was still no reply. She kept the line open and could see from her reverse directory the address of the caller. The address on ElkDrive was flashing on her screen, and she kept trying to speak to whoever was on the other end of the line. She suddenly heard deep breathing as if someone was asleep but no other noise. The dispatcher looked at her call log and saw that unit 57 was the closest patrol in the neighborhood. “Unit 57. This is Dispatch. We have a 911 in your area. Over.” “This is 57. Send us the address, and we’ll run. What’s the situation? Over.” “57, I have a caller on the line, nonresponsive to dialogue, not sure if they’re down or what, but there is someone on the line. Over.” “Roger that, Dispatch. We have the address and are en route. Over.”
    She held the line as she waited for a response from the