A woman

What you see impresses you; a tall, slender young woman with milky white skin resembling porcelain, and a beautifully curved hourglass figure. Glossy black hair, long and straight, but ruffled and dirtied by the nights excitement, rests on your shoulders and down your back.

You have no make-up, but your features are hauntingly gorgeous regardless, your eyes smoky, your pupils a sharp, deep red, and directing a piercing gaze. Your lips are naturally full and shiny, enticing, even with the smattering of blood your quick to lick clean.

The blood's already trickled down your chin, dribbling down your long neck, and settling on the swells of your uniquely ample, natural chest, so very generously proportioned, they'd likely need custom-made bras, Not that your likely to need the support, what with your incredible strength seeming to carry your chest with great ease.

Your breasts are young looking, pert and round, without any sag despite their considerable weight, and with modest areolas and nipples of a pleasant pink tone. Below, a slim, taut belly, without fault nor mark.

You spread open your shapely, silk smooth thighs, and admire your clean-shaven and waxed slit, before turning to exhibit your prominent, round ass, giving it a gentle smack to amuse yourself and watching it's abundance of soft marble flesh jiggle in the reflection.

Once you've done ogling yourself, you wade into the water, unfazed by it's freezing cold temperature, to wash the mud and blood from yourself, slicking your hair down flat with your fingers. After your impromptu dip, you pull yourself back up to dry land to carry on making your way back to the edge of the park, your body drying in the wind on the vaulting over the fence with ease, and returning to the narrow streets, thankfully devoid of life and poorly lit by a few weak streetlights.

You take the chance to hurry across, intending to peek into windows. You hear the seemingly distant growl of a powerful engine, paying it no mind, until your suddenly flung against the cold metal of a car hood, and launched into the air, feeling the blustering gust against your naked body, then the crunch of hard tarmac.

Your dazed by the abruptness more than anything; the sharp sting is certainly there, if only for a fleeting moment, but is negligible, gone entirely by the time you've pulled yourself back to your feet, rubbing the dirt from your untouched skin, as you turn to the quietly snarling performance car with an indented hood.

First to appear from an upward sliding door is a young, pretty girl in a thigh length black dress that clung to her slim figure, with dirty blond hair styled wavy and cut to medium-length. Beneath a generous layer of makeup she looks horrified, calling out to you as she hurries over the best she can on heels.

Your considering how best to take advantage of her concern, and perhaps guilt, when she's suddenly yanked back by an arm in a suit sleeve by her shoulder. Leaning out of the doorway is a well-groomed man in an expensive looking black and white suit, the shirt undone some, his face partially hidden by his spare arm as he struggles to pull the girl back in.

You presume him to be the driver, eager to escape while hiding his face, bringing his presumed lover and the only witness with him. You also presume he thinks your too far away to hear him threaten her as she tries to yank free.

"Get the fuck back, you stupid bitch, the mental cow'll have me in court! Get in now, or I really will fucking hurt you this time!".