A Necrosis Blackout - Chapter 2

Erotic Horror - Not your Momma's Horror Novel...

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?

It had been two days since Justin’s demise; and the high I had felt from that experience still rang in my blood. I needed to continue to feed it. I had made my way through the workday as best I could without thinking about the blood dripping from the knife. The crimson color against the stainless steel was the perfect image. The best medium for blood splatter was a baked human body. I needed to find my next meal. Because that is what this was, a meal, feeding my urges.

“Asa, you good to work overtime this week?” Mr. Scott yelled from across the room.

My boss yelled all the time at the employees, at this point I didn’t think he even noticed. I gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, the less words I say to him, the better. Overtime meant that I would have more money for my bills which equated to less stress. Less stress meant more time for me to focus on my next meal.

By the end of my shift, I was exhausted and in need of a walk. I decided that the city park would be the easiest place to let off some steam. I drove around in a circle until I spotted the perfect parking place. I grabbed my bag that easily strapped onto my body. I kept my knife in here along with a few bucks in the event of an emergency.

The trees swayed in the wind, and things looked peaceful. I started out at a slow walking pace and eventually moved to a jog. The wind in my hair felt great and my mind started to clear. Exhaustion had faded, and I had regained my second wind. My chest bounced up and down as my pace increased. I could hear my heart beating and could feel something coming up from behind me.

My head spun, and I saw him, a lonely jogger behind me. He looked cute in the darkened night, but he had a nerdy vibe based on his clothing choices. The voice inside my head told me this would be the perfect victim number two. Completely unconnected to me, some random person in the park. That voice was right.

I slowed my pace down and then pretended to get a cramp. The trip and fall act I did was Oscar worthy in my opinion, but it did the trick.

“Oh, owe, ah!” I hollered as I hit the pavement.

“Ma’am! Are you okay?”

What a Boy Scout, I thought to myself. As he came closer, his height was taller than I realized, that could make things a little more difficult.

“I don’t know what happened, I just fell,” I told him.

“That’s what it looked like, I saw the whole thing. Did you break anything?”

My head shook back and forth, “I don’t think so, just my ego mostly. Maybe a scrape or two.”

“Let me help you up.” He knelt on the ground beside me and placed one arm around me and then one in my palm. He was stronger than I realized and quite the gentleman.

“Thank you so much. Do you think we could go sit over there so I can catch my breath and evaluate my leg?”

He started walking me toward a bench under the light, but I pointed to one off the trail and away from easy. Line of sights. “Over there, I need to slip my pants off to look at my legs.”

“Oh,” he said, “I didn’t think of that.”

It almost looked like he was blushing, this could be easier than I thought it would be at first.

When we got to the bench, I asked him if he would help me take my pants off. That way, I didn’t have to bend my leg. Good thing I had shaved the day before, so my legs were still smooth.

“Careful, don’t hit my knee.”

“Sorry,” he said as he pulled them down. When he handed my pants to me, I tossed them behind the bench. I didn’t want them to get blood on them in case it could be used against me.

“How does it look, is it swollen?”

I watched him look around at my leg, and I reached down and touched his hands, “Like this,” I placed them on my skin and pressed his fingers so he could feel my kneecap. His hands felt soft, no calluses on them. He probably worked at a desk.

“I don’t think it’s swollen.”

“Can you check my thigh, it hurts right here in the middle,” I pointed to my mid-thigh and when he brought his hand to that spot, I opened my legs wider for him.

“This feels good too,” he said.

“It must be further up, the pain has to come from somewhere,” I breathed a little louder, so he could look up at me. My chest moved up and down with each inhale and exhale. My nipples were hard, I knew my shirt exposed enough of my chest to captivate a guy.

“Like this,” he moved his fingers up, going closer and closer to my core.

“Just like that,” I moved my leg and caressed it along the side of his stomach.

I could feel the sexual tension and he took the hints well. His fingers pushed past my cotton panties and slipped inside my pussy. “What about right here?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “it hurts right there…”

He used two fingers to massage the inside of my core; he traced my walls and when he started rubbing on my clit, my legs wrapped around him and pulled him close. “Maybe it needs a kiss to feel better.”

It was like no second thought was needed; he lowered his head and kissed my lips, his fingers still inside. I felt his whiskers against my inner thighs and that got my pussy tingling. I loved whiskers.

“Yes,” I softly moaned, “more.”

He used his tongue to flick at my clit, and I loved it. My juices were flowing, my pussy went from moist to soaked quickly and when I came, I held in my moan as my body went limp.

“I think you fixed my ache; you must have massaged a knot out of me.”

He laughed, “I must have.”

“Let me repay you,” I said, reaching for his hand and pulling him to the bench.

He didn’t resist, he sat down beside me, and I stood up, “I’m going to get my pants. That way I can kneel and not have the hard ground against my knee, one second.” I walked around the bench and put my pants on, I used this time when he wasn’t looking to open my bag.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he started to get comfortable.

“What, trip and fall in front of a cute guy, no.”

The chuckle he gave told me he was nervous, “I meant do this, what we are doing, in the park. I’m worried we will get caught.”

He turned his head to look at me, but I went behind him and put my boobs behind his head. My hand went to his hair, where I started massaging his scalp.

“We won’t get caught just don’t yell.”

“Why would I yell,” his question was timed perfectly.

I grabbed his hair and held him tight as my right hand came across his throat with my knife. I sliced into his skin, holding him in place, as the life drained out of him.

When I held up the blade, I saw that crimson blood I craved dripping from the silver steel, the perfect picture.

He had been a good victim, serviced me and then complied in the end. Now I could go home and sleep, my monster was fed, and I felt rejuvenated.

If only I could do this for my overtime pay and not filing customer files.