followed the upward swing, then slowly closed, as though he were waiting and praying for the end.
With one last stroke, I brought my arm down, slicing through the skin, muscle and cartilage in his neck. My chest heaved, pleasure flowing through me as his blood spurted from the severed blood vessels like a powerful orgasm, then reduced to a steady gush. The pool ebbed farther outward, flowing and dripping off the edges of the table to land on the bare floorboards below.
I took a moment to regain my breath before standing up straight to admire my work. His head hung to one side, barely attached to the rest of his body by a column of white and red. I smirked and reached down to pick up the mask, using it to wipe down my face. My entire body buzzed with an electric charge that had my blood racing, carrying with it an exquisite heat. Previous nights couldn’t even compare.
When I could breathe steady again, I took a few final pictures for my collection. I struggled to hold back a grin, delighting in the warm, wet feeling in my boxers as I moved around my latest playmate to capture different angles. Then I reached under the nearby desk to pull out a small duffel bag. I packed up my tools and brought out a fresh change of clothes. I changed quickly, securing the blood-soaked garments in layers of bin liners, then crammed them into the duffel bag. Before I left, I pulled the damp mask back over my face and took one last glance at the detective. I smiled, happy in the knowledge that this would be a night I would remember for ages to come, or until I found something better.
No doubt the cops would find his body sooner rather than later. Finding one of their own was sure to cause a panic, and it wouldn’t be long until the feds were called in. My name would be known across Florida, even to him .
Chapter Seven
I awoke with a long yawn, stretching my arms out wide across my bed. Tilting my head to the left, I glanced at a set of blinking red numbers. Six thirty-three. Almost time for another day at the office. I closed my eyes again and rolled over, my head still heavy with the haze of sleep. Another few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
What seemed like only seconds later, the sound of Muse blared through the room, accompanied by the sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden bedside table. I groaned and sat upright, squinting at the sharp sunlight that seeped in through a small gap in the curtains to stab at my eyes. Reaching over to grab my phone, I turned off the alarm and let out a long breath as silence settled in over the room once more.
I showered quickly and pulled on a pair of gray pants and a black shirt, before making my way into the kitchen to take two eggs from the fridge and set them down to one side. Then I fired up the cooker to heat up some oil in a frying pan. I cracked open the first egg, and it hit the pan with a sizzle, the smell assaulting my nostrils. My stomach rumbled in response.
I went to split the second egg when a vibration against my right leg made me pause. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cell to glance at the caller ID. Tanya. I flipped the phone open.
“Can’t I even eat breakfast in peace?” I answered.
There was a long pause before Tanya spoke. “You’d better come into the station quick.”
“It’s not even seven,” I groaned. The two of us usually started at eight, though Tanya was often in early. Still, if she was calling me, then something big must have happened. “What’s up?”
“The shit just hit the proverbial fan.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. Had they found another body? Was the FBI involved already?
“Alex? You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’ll be right in.” I turned off the stove and set the pan to one side. “Tanya, what’s happened?”
“Just get here, fast. I can’t tell you this over the phone.” The line dropped.
For a moment, I stood frozen, my mouth ajar. If Tanya wasn’t up for
With one last stroke, I brought my arm down, slicing through the skin, muscle and cartilage in his neck. My chest heaved, pleasure flowing through me as his blood spurted from the severed blood vessels like a powerful orgasm, then reduced to a steady gush. The pool ebbed farther outward, flowing and dripping off the edges of the table to land on the bare floorboards below.
I took a moment to regain my breath before standing up straight to admire my work. His head hung to one side, barely attached to the rest of his body by a column of white and red. I smirked and reached down to pick up the mask, using it to wipe down my face. My entire body buzzed with an electric charge that had my blood racing, carrying with it an exquisite heat. Previous nights couldn’t even compare.
When I could breathe steady again, I took a few final pictures for my collection. I struggled to hold back a grin, delighting in the warm, wet feeling in my boxers as I moved around my latest playmate to capture different angles. Then I reached under the nearby desk to pull out a small duffel bag. I packed up my tools and brought out a fresh change of clothes. I changed quickly, securing the blood-soaked garments in layers of bin liners, then crammed them into the duffel bag. Before I left, I pulled the damp mask back over my face and took one last glance at the detective. I smiled, happy in the knowledge that this would be a night I would remember for ages to come, or until I found something better.
No doubt the cops would find his body sooner rather than later. Finding one of their own was sure to cause a panic, and it wouldn’t be long until the feds were called in. My name would be known across Florida, even to him .
Chapter Seven
I awoke with a long yawn, stretching my arms out wide across my bed. Tilting my head to the left, I glanced at a set of blinking red numbers. Six thirty-three. Almost time for another day at the office. I closed my eyes again and rolled over, my head still heavy with the haze of sleep. Another few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
What seemed like only seconds later, the sound of Muse blared through the room, accompanied by the sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden bedside table. I groaned and sat upright, squinting at the sharp sunlight that seeped in through a small gap in the curtains to stab at my eyes. Reaching over to grab my phone, I turned off the alarm and let out a long breath as silence settled in over the room once more.
I showered quickly and pulled on a pair of gray pants and a black shirt, before making my way into the kitchen to take two eggs from the fridge and set them down to one side. Then I fired up the cooker to heat up some oil in a frying pan. I cracked open the first egg, and it hit the pan with a sizzle, the smell assaulting my nostrils. My stomach rumbled in response.
I went to split the second egg when a vibration against my right leg made me pause. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cell to glance at the caller ID. Tanya. I flipped the phone open.
“Can’t I even eat breakfast in peace?” I answered.
There was a long pause before Tanya spoke. “You’d better come into the station quick.”
“It’s not even seven,” I groaned. The two of us usually started at eight, though Tanya was often in early. Still, if she was calling me, then something big must have happened. “What’s up?”
“The shit just hit the proverbial fan.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. Had they found another body? Was the FBI involved already?
“Alex? You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’ll be right in.” I turned off the stove and set the pan to one side. “Tanya, what’s happened?”
“Just get here, fast. I can’t tell you this over the phone.” The line dropped.
For a moment, I stood frozen, my mouth ajar. If Tanya wasn’t up for
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