I pull my pants up and turn on the stove burners. Catches her by surprise. She thought I was done.
She doesn’t scream at first. Just a sudden gasp and her body jerks away naturally, but she can’t get far enough away. Gas burners, they’re so much more efficient, right? Her skin blisters and pops. It melts down into the stove and hisses. Soon, there are several black scorch marks on her back. They dry up in the heat and flake into dust. It really turns me on.
She’s barely breathing. I grab a bucket and put it under her asshole for easier cleanup. Then I take the scissors and hack at her throat. Not a clean cut, nah. Several stabs until she gurgles her death. That was fun. I’d love to have played with her more, like I usually do. I’d love to stay and play with her body. But like I said, I need to prepare her for the guests. I turn off the stove and untie her. Before I clean up, I take a fork and knife and sample one of the better cooked pieces of her back. Too tough, needs seasoning. Human flesh isn’t my favorite, but I make it a point to eat a piece of the victim whenever plausible. No sense letting their spirit power escape, right?
I clean up. When the guests arrive, they enter the unlocked door after going at the doorbell for about fifteen minutes. The house is clean, the table is set. In the center is a large dish, covered by one of those fancy metal dome things you see in movies.
I guess what I did with the body is pretty obvious.
-Part II-
Now I’ve got some money, some food, I even siphoned the old bag’s gas. Never take the cars, too easy to ID. Just in case I somehow left tire treads, I stop by at a local Pick-a-Part and pick up some used tires. Then I go to a swap meet and get some new shoes. Drive off into the coutryside and burn the old stuff. Don’t like to leave loose ends. Even if they fond the stuff I burned, they won’t know what the new stuff is.
I already picked my next victim. Funny. I used to refer to them as “targets,” but these days, I know they’re gonna be “victims.” They never get away.
I usually try to avoid raping more than one girl in the same county, but we can go ahead and shock these country folk. Two psycho murders? Hah, they’ll probably think I’ve claimed the place as my hunting ground. But nah, just this one and then I’m out. If one person dies, they look for a murderer. If two die, they start hunting for a villain.
This girl though, I gotta tell you. Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna say, fifteen years old, I seen her at the junkyard. She was there with some eighteen year old looking kid, obviously her boyfriend. She was too pretty for the place. Too pretty to be with a loser like that.
Fluffy red hair, light freckles, deep green eyes with that dark eyeliner that really makes them pop. She wore a tight pink tank top, and jean shorts that barely covered her ass. The tank top cut low and was lined with lace, it hugged her torso tight, so you could see the exact form of her ribs and slender abdomen. God I love that. Perfect little 32Bs. A bubble butt that you could take a nap on. And a virgin too. How could I tell that? The way the little slut teased her boyfriend. I watch girls, really carefully. Trust me, I’ve deflowered enough to be able to tell.
Can’t believe god gave me such a perfect mistress. She must be trying to make it up for forcing me to fuck that nasty cougar.
So after I picked up my new tires and kicks, I went to the local high school. The Greenwood Panthers. Cute. Love a kitten. I drive a couple miles away, find a hill, park on the side of the road in an empty area and bust out my telescope. Check the view. Perfect. I’ll be back here tomorrow when school starts. Little slut should go here, if not, I’ll find her.
I drive around town, hoping against hope to find the whore. I don’t need to, gonna see her tomorrow, but it would be nice. And I don’t wanna hang out where I’m gonna be tomorrow all day. No luck. But I do find a hobo. I give him a hundred dollar bill, one of many I found stashed in a sill safe box at the old bitch’s house. He thinks I’m a saint. Maybe I am.
Night falls, I howl at the moon. I’m not gonna kid myself, I’m more animal than saint. But it’s my attuition with our feral side that makes me more godly than any of those walking abominations. If there were no government, we would all act like me.
I fall asleep in my car while I consider places I can take her. I want to take my time. Days. Make it painful, make her beg, scream, and then submit. Mmmmm, sweet dreams.
I set up the next morning, Watch the high school from the telescope. Don’t bother watching the busses. Nah, she’s too hot for that, I watch… Yup, there’s her boyfriends car. Ah, yes… There’s my little angel. A purple and gold cheerleading outfit. Could she be a more perfect victim?
She leads her boyfriend to a group of boys. I’m too far away to lip read properly, but I like to make up my own dialogue.
“Hi guys! I’m a stupid whore who’s gonna flirt with you right in front of my loser boyfriend!” she says as she shoves her tits out at the boys. They try to act cool, but keep glancing at her chest.
“Hi slut! Mind if we stare at your tits? We all wanna fuck you! Can we tag team you?!” They say.
“Sure you can!” she says, “not right not, because I’m still in my teasing stage and think I’m better than anyone because I’m a virgin, but in a couple years, I’ll let all of you run me through! No prob!”
“Hey guys,” her boyfriend speaks up, “I get to fuck her first! I’ve been trying to get in her pants for like five days now! I even took her to a movie once! I totally deserve it!”
“Shut up loser boyfriend!” she smiles. “I only date you because you’re harmless and have a car! Okay, I gotta go! I’m gonna flash my panties to my teacher so that he’ll let me pass my next test!”
They part ways.
She wanders into the building. I lose track of her until lunch. She comes out with her boyfriend, they take off in his car. That could work. I could pick them up during lunch. Shoot the boy, take the girl. Maybe. When they don’t come back though, the school will call the parents that night. Not a good start. I want more time before they start looking for her. Not that it really matters. It takes two days before they’ll put out an Amber Alert. I’ll be gone by then.
Wait two more days. Watch and learn. Follow her a little. Follow her home, to her boyfriend’s house, friend‘s houses. Spy on her cheerleading practice. I think that’s when I’ll do it. She usually goes straight to a friend’s house after cheerleading. Stays until late. Won’t be missed. The trick is figuring out when to pick her up.
I gotta get in that school.
I wait until night, hop the fence, pick a lock. I’ve got a backpack of supplies and I’m in I’m wearing a ski mask, Just in case. No visible cameras. Figures. This is a pretty safe area. I have my plan. I wander around until I find the lo.cker room, let myself in. Go to the office and start checking through the drawers. I find what I want. Lists of who’s lo.cker belongs to who. I find the girl, her name is Alexis, I found that out when I followed her home. Some kid shouted at her from across the street. Stupid kids. I rummage around some more until I find a spare lock. Looks like I’ll be able to finish this off tonight.
I go to her lo.cker, pull out the bolt cutters I bought and cut off her lock, I replace it with the new one. Now I just gotta find a somewhere to hide all day. Ventilation system, that works. Dusty and not a fun place to sleep, but it’s worth it. I climb in and get cozy. Take a sandwich out of my backpack and eat it before I go to sleep.
Not gonna say I didn’t get a kick out of watching little girls change all day, but time seemed to drag on. Like waiting for Christmas.
Finally the last period of school clears out. In about half an hour the cheerleaders will start their practice, beginning by changing into their cute little whore outfits. They start to file in in packs of threes and fours. I see her, my little angle slut. The girls open their lo.ckers, Alexis tries to open hers. But her combo doesn’t work. Won’t ever work. She curses and starts slapping her lock against its metal door.
“Go on, I’ll be there in a minute,” she tells a little gook whore. Her friend says okay and trots out with the rest of the squad.
Show time. I let little Alexis play with her lock for about five more minutes before I drop out of the vent with a cloth soaked in chloroform. I don’t bother being tactful or subtle. I walk right up to her with the rag in my hand. “Having some trouble with your lock?” I ask.
“Yeah, it won’t open. Uh, who are you?”
Girls are so stupid, so na?. Nothing bad has ever happened to her before. She lets me walk right up to her.
“You don’t remember me?!” I tease. I grab the back of her hair and shove the rag into her mouth when she opens it to scream. I push her against the locker, cover her face with the rag real good. In a moment, she’s out. I grab my backpack and unroll the duffel back I have stuffed in there. Shove her body inside and walk out to my car. I pass some of her friends. Nobody talks to me. Gonna be a fun night.
-Part III-
She wakes up in a chair. We’re in the top floor of a desolate barn that I came across. She’s drowsy, but learns her situation quick.
In a wooden chair, wrists taped to the arms of it. More tape around her waist and just above her cute little tits. And of course, ankles taped to the legs. Only thing she can move is her head.
I already fucked her ass, so it should be sore. Played with her cunt too, made sure she was a virgin.
Now she’s dressed in a black cocktail dress. Looks so mature, in that cute way these sluts do. She opens her eyes and slowly starts panicking. Yanks at her arms, throws her weight from side to side. She’s probably roll over onto the floor if I hadn’t nailed the chair to the floor. Had that problem before, the bitch knocked herself out and I had to wait hours for her to wake up. Oh well, learn from your mistakes, right?
I stand up from the dusty wooden floor, she finally notices me about fifteen feet away. She starts to scream. I clean up nice, but I’ve learned the art of a terrifying appearance. Dirt smear on my bare chest. Hair a mess. Ragged jeans with no belt or drawers. A dirty rag tied around my bicep, as though covering an imaginary wound. When I fucked her ass, she bled. Wiped some of it on my chin. But it’s always the knife that gets her.
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