Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Mayhem
This is not my typical writings. I am doing a little different just because I’d like to sharpen my skills in other areas. Hopefully this is a story that can find some followers on it.
Have you read part 1? What about part 2? What about part 3?
I managed to get home unseen after the killing. I stripped my clothes off, tossed them in my washer, turned the water on hot and added the best detergent I had. The kind that moms used on baby diapers, it got everything out. I knew that after a few washings with that every trace would be vanquished. The knife needed to have the same treatment. I took it into the shower with me where I washed it off thoroughly, along with my body. Then, I deposited it in a five-gallon bucket once I was done. I pulled the bleach out from my cabinet and put in three cap fills and added water. I then took a bleach and water spray I made and applied it to the entire surface of my shower. I knew how to cover my tracks.
When it was all done, my hormones had calmed, and I was now in a clear head space. This had been too many killings back-to-back. I needed to take some time to cool off and distract me with something else. I still felt like I needed to have sex. My hormones may have simmered down but that didn’t change my need much, if at all. Something that I used to do but hadn’t in a while was visit chatroom sites in search for eligible men. Maybe tonight I should resume that?
I brought my laptop to my bed and set up my lap desk. I had every intention of clicking into the chatrooms until I saw the headline on my internet explorer site.
Third murder in days, do we have a serial killer in our town?
A serial killer, just saying that in my head made my body warm. I started to click every link I could find. It was like about a famous person, except it was about me! I felt no shame or remorse, in fact I felt hornier now than when I had killed Julie.
My hand slid down my body and between my legs. As I read the next article, I started to finger myself. My digits were soon covered in juices as my pussy reacted to the stimulation of both my mind and my clit. I couldn’t help it; I loved the fame and attention I was getting even if my name wasn’t attached. It was best my name wasn’t attached, so I could keep it up.
There were speculations about what type of man would be doing these crimes, what mitigating factors went into the brutality of them. One message board person posted that it was a woman because of how clean the crime scenes were from a lack of evidence standpoint.
I came reading that.
What better way to make me orgasm than to stroke my ego?
After an hour of article surfing and several orgasms, I decided it was time to put my laptop aside and think about my next victim. Who would it be? Where would I hunt? I couldn’t shop for my next brutal killing buddy at work or at yoga again, it would need to be some place I was not associated with. Possibly a random grocery store would be good, or maybe a liquor store. There were options I just had to consider but I did have a few days to contemplate.
Today was Friday, I should hold off killing until at least next Saturday. Make sure there is no pattern in the number of days.
But, in the meantime, I would also have to figure out something that fulfilled me as much as the knife dripping in crimson blood.
It was in the middle of this thought that I heard my cell phone ding. When I looked at the screen it was Joshua, an old boyfriend who always tried to win me back. A thought crossed my mind, that made me smile, I could simply fuck Joshua for a few days to get the cravings out of my system and then resume hunting when that’s’ done.
This idea seemed perfect. I started typing back to Joshua, a perfect distraction. This would be a great exercise in patience, if only it was a virtue I was better equipped to master.
Hey Asa, long time no talk
Hey yourself, you’re the one who stopped texting
*Laughs* if that’s how you remember it.
It is how I remember it because it’s the truth. What’s up now?
I was reading about the murders in the city, and it got me thinking about you, so I msg’d. That okay?
Yeah, it is, glad you care still.
Of course I care. I will always care
I suddenly remembered why we broke up, he was too much of a sap for me, but he had a larger than average cock and sometimes size made up for personality flaws.
What are you doing tomorrow night, Joshua?
Nothing, you?
How about you come over for some dinner, I’ll cook
What time?
See you around 7, bring wine, you know what I like.
Will do, see you tmw night, Asa.
This would be the perfect distraction; Joshua would help me work through the pains of not being able murder while still have the need to come.
What could go wrong?
Indeed what could possibly go wrong!