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“I… I swear, you have the wrong man.”

Ze laughed again and looked up at the ceiling. His body was floating with a sense of euphoria. This man was going to make killing him that much more satisfying. “You put something in her drink and seemed very annoyed when the bartender took it away. You didn’t stick around to wait for the police to question you about that. I’d been watching you. In fact, I was the one who tipped off the bartender, then I waited for you to run just like I knew you would.”

“Who are you?” the man asked in a shaky timbre, because now he knew Ze knew exactly who he really was.

“That’s the thing about serial killers, you hunt where you’re comfortable. Where you know the lay of the land. Where you can blend in. A rich guy like you, a fucking douchebag, looks just like the others in those clubs. But also, who’d suspect a millionaire’s son to be the ‘Northside Slasher’,” Ze said. He smiled and took hold of the man’s hips and pressed his hard-on against the man’s ass. The man jumped when he felt Ze’s erection. “I’ve got to say, you’re the biggest fish I’ve ever caught. I’m so excited and can’t wait to skin and gut you.”

“Ten million dollars!” the man blurted out. “I can get you… that in forty-eight hours. My dad… my dad will pay anything. Please… please don’t kill me,” the man begged harder, his voice sniveling in his attempt to garner sympathy.

Ze released the man’s hips, then stepped back in front of him. “It’s all fun and games until you have to face the consequences of your actions.”

“What about you?” the man shot back. “What about your consequences for killing an innocent man?”

“You’re not innocent, and we both know it. I don’t need you to confess to what I already know is the truth. I have my conviction, and my instincts are never wrong. The women you murdered for fun and perverse sexual pleasure, they will have their vengeance.

“Fuck you!” the man roared. “I’ll fucking kill you, you cocksucking motherfucker!” Spittle flew from the man’s snarling mouth as he cursed and raged on.

“Ahh, there’s the monster behind the mask. Is this what they saw before you killed them? Or were you calm, like I am now?” Ze asked.

The man shook in his chains and tried to do anything to break free. He swung his bound feet to kick Ze, but he dodged all the man’s attacks. Ze punched the man in his stomach, rib cage, and chest, much like a boxer does a punching bag. The man groaned, grunted, and coughed with each blow. His body hung limply from the chain at that point, all of his energy wiped out of him after the beating. Ze panted a little from his exertion as he stepped behind the man's bruised body. He knew he’d broken bones in his attack, and it made him smile as he tickled his fingers down the man’s spine to his ass crack.

“I think it’s time for me to really have some fun with you,” Ze said. He walked over to his tools, or rather toys, and picked up a very sharp filet knife. The silver of the blade as lethal as Ze’s intent. He placed a face shield on and walked back over to his prey. “You can scream all you want, no one will hear you.”

“You’re going to pay for this,” the man threatened.

“We all have to answer for our actions,” Ze said, then he sliced the blade of his knife into the man’s flesh, carving his skin and cutting off his nipples as he worked. Blood splattered his plastic covering and face shield. He didn’t wear latex gloves because he wanted to feel the hot slickness of the man’s blood on his hands.

“Ahhhh, aaaahhhh, fuck!” the man screamed as the blade carved through his skin. The man could feel his blood running down his body as his tormentor cut into him. Searing pain throbbed with every wound inflicted and the man begged for his tormentor to stop.

The red of the blood looked dark against the pale skin to Ze as it flowed from the wounds he was making. He took his time, slicing and cutting the man everywhere he’d stabbed and cut his victims. Ze had memorized the man’s handiwork. The factory was filled with the man’s wails, curses, and pleading, but they all fell on deaf ears. Ze was in his zone, and was in deep concentration as he sliced off the man’s ears.

“Ahhh!” the man screamed. Tears soaked his face, and spit dribbled down his chin as snot poured from his nose. He was a far cry from the handsome playboy that was the serial killer’s alternate personality. Ze didn’t have an alternate personality. He was who he was, and that was why the life of an enforcer for an outlaw motorcycle gang was the perfect fit for him. He didn't have to pretend to be normal when he was anything but. His brothers knew what he was and they still loved him. A family for him and his little brother, Zindel, that was who the Lords were.

When the mother of the fourth victim, Allison Waters, came to their club for help in finding the killer, it didn’t take any convincing for Ze to take the job. He wanted to track down the killer and have his way with the man. He’d studied the cases of the other women found dead in similar conditions, all matching a particular MO. It took Ze a few months of hanging out in bars before he caught the scent of a killer. There was just something about the way Sean was around the women he hit on. All of the women matched the features of the past victims. Brunette, brown eyes, lean, five-eight in height, and white female. Once Ze recognized the man’s pattern at clubs, that was whom he’d put his focus on. Doing research, he discovered the man’s name was Sean Hutchinson, the only son of wealthy Chicago businessman Lindsay Hutchinson.

Well, too bad for Lindsay, because Ze had every intention of ending his line.

He stood in front of his victim, blood covering both of them. He knew it was going to get messy. Sean was bleeding from multiple wounds all over his body, shallow cuts here and there, enough to burn as he bled. He was breathing slowly, exhausted after all of his screaming and struggles.

“Just…j–just… get it… over with,” Sean panted weakly.

Ze could hear the pain in his voice, his tone all but defeated, and it brought a smile to Ze’s face. “Did they beg you to do the same?”

“Y–yes,” Sean finally admitted.

Ze nodded. “Yeah, I thought as much. After you’d beat them, raped them, tortured them for days… they just wanted it to end.”

“Are… are you going… to rape me?” Sean asked, remembering the erection he’d felt pressed against his ass.

Ze’s hazel eyes scanned over Sean’s bloody, battered body and his cock jerked at the sight. “No, I’m not a fucking pervert like you. I’m no rapist.”

“Just a… murderer,” Sean said. “A sick fuck…”

“A man with an ability to do what must be done. I have no problem doing wrong for the right reasons and in your case, it’s killing you to save other women,” Ze said.

The man laughed, and spit on the floor. “Oh yeah… then do it!”

“Not before I take your favorite weapon of choice,” Ze said, then reached down, taking hold of Sean’s cock. “Should I send this to your father?”