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Story: Beware the Rosemond Ripper
Cole: Valentines Day 2025
I laugh looking over at Sundrop as she carves up the body of the man I stalked and kidnapped for her. A thoughtful little gift I had presented her with for this afternoon’s entertainment. He’s still alive, for now. I doubt he will be much longer the way she’s going.
For once, I am content to sit back and watch. It was awful and exciting. How I’d imagine those who truly believe in God feel during sermons. I’ve never believed in God, but I’ve seen God in the dying moments of everyone I’ve killed. I’ve felt God inside of her pussy.
Right now, she is having the time of her life. Sundrop truly comes alive when she is on the end of my cock, whether beneath me or on top. That is when she is her most beautiful. The second time is when she is killing someone. Especially if that someone is the piece of shit ex who tortured and raped her while they were together.
I had said I would never be responsible for his disappearance let alone death because I was worried about being discovered. The possibility of being arrested is far too high to outweigh the feeling of satisfaction I’d get over ending his life. For a long time, I had wanted to watch the light go out of his eyes. I wanted him to see me standing over him as he died. However, something has happened these last few weeks with Sundrop because we are a better unit together. The killing is easier, our conjoined expertise making stalking, trapping and disposing a better, and more enjoyable task.
We have also been able to create a profile of one serial killer for the police to focus on trying to catch. It completely throws them off our scent. It took a little convincing for Sundrop to reign in the madness of carving up the bodies and defiling them the way she used to. However, she sees the practicality in the plan. Her desire to be with me taking over her need to be a whirlwind of depravity for the police.
She enjoyed leaving cryptic clues for them and that is something we have continued. I can’t take away all her joy no matter how practical.
So, she still stages a gruesome scene, just not the extremes of before. Not that the police would ever have believed that a woman committed those atrocities of crimes. I can’t think of a single female serial killer in the world who has done to those bodies what Sundrop did.
It should scare me but honestly, I’ve always known she was crazy. She never hid it that well. I’m also just as much of a monster as she is. Besides, Graham has already killed someone himself that I discovered from my stalking, and this is being staged to be retribution for that. The police will never link this back to us.
Maybe they’ll go around and interview everyone he knew, perhaps Sundrop will be spoken to by the police and asked questions. Perhaps they’ll even want to speak to me about him, since we were friends once. We have our answers already prepared though; she’s a good little actress when she wants to be.
I’m shaken back to the present by the whimpering of a 250lb monster of a man, he’s fucking huge, he always was. How she withstood being his punching bag for so many years is beyond me. The thought of his fist colliding intentionally with my face makes me wince, it’s almost frightening for me. How the hell did she manage to survive it?
I know exactly how, that defiance, that unyielding strength, the stupidity and the recklessness. She’s an idiot at times and has zero sense of her own safety. Downside to being psychotic, you find it hard to see danger as it is. I’m so desensitised to violence that I forget that violence isn’t an everyday thing to others. That’s why it’s important to become good at showing outrage when someone gets hurt. Being hurt isn’t normal. Being punched or kicked isn’t a normal daily occurrence for most. Or at least, it shouldn’t be. Either way I can’t tell properly. What I do know is that I hate him for hurting her. So, listening to him crying and whining before he hopefully pishes and shits himself in fright is beautiful music to me.
He knew, I’m not sure what he knew or suspected about Sundrop, but he didn’t seem surprised. It was almost like he had been expecting this. What the fuck else had he done that he had expected this to be his fate?
I told her she never had to explain or tell me anything. I didn’t need to know, not to be with her. If she wants to talk, she can, I’ll listen, and he’ll probably be grateful that he is dead by the time I find out.
I watch her as she crosses to the table, I set out with every manner of torture device we both have between us. Which unsurprisingly, is a lot. I’m curious what she’ll pick, wondering perhaps at the bigger of the knives. Nope, I watch and laugh out loud as she uses her delicate, well-manicured hands to pick up a heavy, stainless steel meat tenderiser. One that has a surface of raised pyramid shaped spikes.
Perhaps, he is already in good hands after all.
I watch as Graham’s eyes go wide. The dark hazel of them showing fear for the first time. He’s held up well under torture, most of us psychos do. Our pain tolerance is strange, his must be quite high too. I think our egos take the worst hit, the loss of pride over being caught, over being hurt. Not that it’s happened to me in decades, but I remember being a child and being hurt. No one laid a finger on me once I was big enough to strike back.
The muffling is annoying as he tries to talk between the pink ball gag that she had chosen to tie around his mouth, cutting off most of his ability to speak. He can still make garbled noises though. And drool, so much drool across his face, mixing with the blood she’s already spilled.
Using those delicate hands, I watch Sundrop take off the gag. It’s bound at the back by a buckle, and she drops it to the ground, not caring of the puddle of blood it falls into. Perhaps that’s deliberate too.
“What is it?” She asks, not unkindly. Her voice takes on a calm, slightly hollow tone to it when she’s like this. Trance like yet completely aware of every breath. “What do you plan to do with that?” Comes the raspy voice of this piece of shit. I’m sitting back, watching, waiting on hand in case he does anything to even attempt to harm her. He’s huge, even hurt as badly as he is, he could overpower her and I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen.
I’m also more than a little horny watching my darling, my love, torture him. It’s not the torture itself, it’s her. She’s fascinating, beautiful and strong as she stares down her abuser. Taking control and making him afraid of her. When his body leaves this flat, he will be dead. Never again will he raise a fist to anyone. He’ll never rape or harm anyone again.
She makes a gesture with the cooking implement and swings it about a little in front of his face, “This?” She asks mockingly, “this old thing?” The smile she gives him lights up her whole face, transforming it into something insanely cruel. “What do you think I’m going to do with it?” She bends down to pick up the ball gag and secures it back around his mouth. His noises are panicked, he is scared. It’s so refreshing to see him like this.
I was right, she’s allowed the gag to be covered in his blood intentionally and has stuffed it fully coated back into his mouth. He’s gagging and retching this time. She ignores him and swings the meat hammer into his crotch.
I should have mentioned earlier, he is stripped completely naked. We’ve been here for hours already. It’s getting late in the afternoon. Right now, he has a pink ball gag covered in his own blood in his mouth. She has cut the earlobe of his right ear off. Luna had pried off all his fingernails. Some using actual pliers and others with the clawed back of a small hammer. We quickly discovered that it was too big and some of his fingers came off too. He only has three toes left now.
Some of his teeth have been removed and have been dumped on the floor. She had shot a nail gun through a whole packet of nails into the fleshier, thicker parts of him; his thighs mainly, his stomach a little.
A lot of these things were done to annoy and maim rather than cause him to bleed out and die. She also punched him square in the left eye, a few times with a hammer.
Although he is strapped to a table, like I normally have my victims, she is enjoying having her plaything out on display, naked and vulnerable. I watch her swing her arm and bring the meat tenderiser down once, twice, three times. She makes direct contact with his penis, his balls too most likely. I can’t quite tell but the scream that comes from him despite the gag, that she has succeeded in hurting him, badly.
Twice more, she hits him like that then another few times. I watch bits of flesh fall from the tenderiser as she lifts it above her head. She grins back at me, smiling with her eyes twinkling in a way I had forgotten they could. It’s beautiful and I’m glad to see her coming into her own and becoming the woman she was always meant to be.
She’s laughing and he’s crying. There’s blood everywhere splattered all over the table, him, her, the floor. She laughed at my Dexter-like kill room but truthfully, it’s seriously effective for cleaning up. I don’t particularly like the idea of pieces of Graham's cock flesh, torn and ripped to shreds as it is, getting caught and stuck in the flooring permanently.
Once we dispose of his body, he will be gone from our lives completely, once and for all.
Luna is having a great time; I like the look on her face as she watches him in pain. There are pliers on the table closest to her, having used them a lot earlier. Once she is finished with the meat tenderiser, she picks up the pliers. “What are you going to do with those?” I ask because I’m genuinely not sure. She’s already torn out fingernails and most of his teeth. “I might actually need your assistance with this one please?” Her tone is calm, collected, she could just as easily be sitting painting her toenails.
I get up and walk over to her, she motions to the sharpest knife on the table. “That one please.” It’s a sickly-sweet smile filled with malice as she looks at me, then turns her focus back on Graham. He is half out now, going in and out of consciousness. The pain, or the shock keeps knocking him out. He held up well for a long time, I’m not sure he will survive much longer. It’s almost admirable.
I pick up the knife and hold it out to her. “What are you going to do?” I ask again as she goes closer to him. I watch in fascination as she uses the pliers in one hand to grip hold of his left nipple. Oh, I get it now. She lifts the knife as Graham tries to scream, realising around the same time I do as she cuts his nipple off. For a shallow cut, there is a lot of blood. His chest is soaked in blood. Smiling widely, I watch Luna shake the pliers open and the nipple fall, discarded like all the other trash she’s torn from his body.
Quickly as that, she does the same to his right nipple. It’s going to be a big clean up job, but we’ll manage. It’s worth it for the fun she’s having right now.
I’m not frightened of Sundrop the way someone else might be at such a moment. I will never do to her what he has done, therefore I will never deserve her wrath like this.
She looks at me, happy and sated, like how she is after an orgasm. It’s been amazing figuring out how to get her to come using my cock, fingers and mouth. This is that similar sleepy look she gets. Thankfully I know my baby well enough because I reach out for her as she yawns, the day taking its toll on her. She's been extremely busy tearing him up.
“What can I do for you?” I ask, seeing that she’s getting tired. “Could you finish him off for me?” It warms my heart that she would even ask. “I thought you'd never ask.” I smile wickedly at her. How I’ve longed for this day, but it always was meant for Luna. This was her one to kill. I was being selfish. “Do you mind?” She asks, looking at me carefully, making sure I am in fact, ok with putting an end to Graham. Silly girl. “I’d be honoured” I say, and I mean it, she must realise I am in fact serious because she smiles and nods at me.
Taking herself over to the sink at the bathroom and I can hear her washing her hands as I move to stand in front of where Graham lies. He is at his most vulnerable. I’ve never seen him looking worse and he’s never been a particularly attractive guy. His eyes are closed but he is panting loudly. I take in the mess she has made of his crotch and see it is in bits and pieces. Whatever cock and balls he had has been reduced to nothing but a sticky mess of flesh and blood. It’s all in bloody ribbons. I laugh, burst out laughing right there.
“You ok baby?” I hear her ask and I smile back at her, “Yes, Luna. Perfectly.”
I turn back to Graham, “You really fucked up by hurting her.”
He nods, it’s small, he’s in a lot of pain but he manages a little nod of agreement. He’s still got the ball gag in and I’m grateful because I don’t want to hear him talk. I’ve had enough of that over the years. I will be grateful he is dead and gone. I’ll need some trophy though, something to remember this wonderful day by. Our first Valentine's Day as a couple.
I will need something though that Luna can remember him by, how she made him scream like that.
There are a lot of ways I could end his life, many simple ways. I have a pile of tools here, including the ones that Luna had herself independently. Then I got an idea and lowered the table legs. He weighs a fucking ton, but I manage to let the table slowly come to the ground. There is excitement from Graham as he thinks this might be his chance of escape.
I bring my foot down on his head. It’s a quick hard motion that crunches into his thick fucking skull. This right here brings me a joy I can't describe. The reverberation though my leg, travels up to my thigh and I laugh, louder this time as I bring my foot down again and again. I don’t stop until I crush my foot right through his skull. It takes many times but eventually his head splits apart.
There are so many ways I had thought about Graham’s death. How many times I had sat there and wondered how I would do it.
This, seeing his skull break apart beneath my foot is probably the best fucking thing I could hope for. The squish of his brain, the pop of his eyes. My boots will be fucking ruined, but it’ll be worth it. I can always buy a new pair. This is an experience I will never have again. His head leaks of fluids and blood.
The floor is covered with plastic sheeting just like the walls are currently. It’s always the same, every time. Duct taped down to make sure that blood doesn't seep into cracks and get stuck in places that might be hard to clean, not easy to see. Evidence that may be found if ever someone truly looks for it.
Luna comes back through and sees the maniacal look of content on my face as I bring my foot down, standing there above the body of the man who caused her so much pain and heartache. She had tried so much to live and move on, and he had always brought her back down. Never let her move on from what he had put her through.
I am filled with lust for her as I take her in, clean hands but everything else is covered in blood. I am horny for her. I need her, need to fuck that pretty mouth and pussy.
She must see the change in me as she walks slowly towards me, curious. “Are you ok?” She comes over to me and I grab her, putting her down on her knees. The light in her eye's flashes with something wicked. “Owww,” she whines unconvinced as I fumble with my belt. Taking pity on me, she smirks and takes hold of my belt, undoing it as she kneels in his blood.
The sight has me fucking horny, I am turned all the way on as she pulls out my painfully hard cock. “Wow,” her eyes always light up when she gets to play with my cock. I had wanted to take charge and be authoritative, dominant but the moment she took my cock in her hand, I lost my mind. I don’t care what she does with me as long as she does something.
I feel my hips rock towards her, “What do you want Cole?” She asks me, looking up at me in a way that makes my knee weak. “You, just you, fucking touch me, please.” and now I'm begging.
She laughs and licks my cock, taking her tongue flat against the head and pressing down hard. I buck my hips towards her face, and she smiles up at me. “Like that?” Her eyelashes flutter as she pulls away and I want to cry out. My expression must change because again, she takes pity on me and just takes me straight into her mouth. Pushing my cock in as far as she can manage. No teasing, no trying, just swallowing my cock with difficulty because she can't take much especially straight away. No, she’s done that for my benefit. I watch as she gags on my hard cock, tears welling up in her eyes as she pulls back a little.
I love her so much.
She’s so performative and she loves it too. Knows the very power she has over me. I love her and her mouth and her body. I can’t hold back much though and start to rock my hips a little faster, grabbing a fist full of her hair and pushing her face closer to my body. I want my cock to disappear inside of her mouth, I want her to take every inch of me.
I feel her tongue tease and move around my cock; she’s pressing her tongue against my dick as she again tries to take me all the way inside. In a moment, I feel her lips against the base of my cock and want to die from how amazing it feels.
She’s fucking hot I tell her so, she deserves to know. There is no way I could take a dick the way she does.
She looks up at me, lips split wide and plump around my cock. Panting, grunting from the effort I manage to bark out, “What a good fucking girl, you’re mine and you’re so fucking hot like that.” I mean it. She’s everything to me, and right now after the high of killing that piece of fucking wank stain and now having her swallow my dick. I want to die right now. Nothing could ever be this perfect ever again.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth babe, are you ready” She nods, beautiful on her blood-stained knees and keeping eye contact. Her gaze became more intense as I started. I let loose because I can’t fucking cope with how amazing it feels. I have no control over myself like this. She makes me lose my mind. Every piece of my sanity barrels away from me, running for the hills. I want to fuck her mouth and shoot my full load into her. See how she takes me all.
“You're so good at taking my cock.” I fuck her pretty little mouth just like I told her I would. I feel her hands on my arse, digging those nails in deep as she holds on. I have both hands deeply gripped into her hair at the back of her skull and I rock my hips back and forth hard against her face. She’s more than done what I needed, what I wanted because she takes every rough stroke. I feel her tighten up her tongue in her mouth, pressing firmly against my cock. She’s going to every effort to make this feel amazing for me.
She’s so good, a goddess on her knees as I worship her mouth. It doesn’t take long before I feel my balls tighten so much, I feel I’m going to explode. My legs are shaking, weak from the effort and the lust as I become erratic, swaying a little as I dig my nails deeper, getting fistfuls of her hair. I hold her head tightly as I fuck her mouth roughly.
My absolute perfect fucking angel.
I come quickly; I can’t help it. The heat of her mouth, the tightness of her tongue. Even the choked gasping noises she is making are too much for me. My balls tighten painfully, my cock twitches uncontrollably as I feel myself come undone inside of her mouth. I almost collapse as I let go of such a tight hold of her hair. Not letting her go as I come, spurting streams of warm cum into her soft mouth.
I feel her graze her teeth against my cock as she laps up everything she can. The teeth are deliberate, I know that. She likes to frighten me a little. I can’t help it when I fall back, my arse hitting the ground. She lets go of my cock but falls forward with me from the loss of me holding her up. Right into a puddle of blood. My bare arse, and it’s covered in his blood now.
What next?
I laugh at the absurdity of the situation and can understand a little how turned on she can get from all this violence. She brings it out in me.
The smile I see as she looks at me. It’s the first time we’ve done that, like that. I liked it. Was I too rough? I suddenly worry. Something must change in my face as she reacts, holding her hand gently against my cheek and leaning in to kiss me. I taste my come on her lips. It doesn’t taste too bad.
“That was fun,” she says, not taking her eyes from me. She’s challenging me. “It was,” I smile, too out of breath to talk much. “We have a body to clean up though.” She looks at Graham and his smashed head. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Of course,” I responded. There's nothing else to say, we help each other, that’s what we are here to do. What we are to each other. I manage to touch my hand to her face, trying for intimacy but leaving a blood stain on her cheek. We both laugh, the blood now dripping off her face as a result as we look at my hand, soaked in blood. I guess that’s what happens when you’re sitting in so much of it. We laugh.
“Right,” I say, standing. I lean my hand down to her and offer to help her up. She takes it, standing next to me. We both look at the mess we’ve made in the room. There’s a lot to do.
“So, we clean this up.” She gestures to the room, “then we get ourselves cleaned up.” I nod, “Yup” She looks at me, carrying on, “then we fuck?” I contemplate this, “Yes, that's a great plan.” I mean it, she adds though, “Or food first, then fuck?” My beautiful angel is a genius. “Much better plan, definitely food, I’m starving!” I am hungry; she must be more so. “Great, so food then fucking.” She says, smiling at me. Grabbing the tools, she starts to take them into the bathroom to be hosed down and cleaned. I take a moment to appreciate my life.
Even just a short while ago, I could never have imagined life could be like this for me. It’s simple and its domestic but the routine that we have easily fallen into is magical to me. I watch her for a moment, bewildered and amazed that someone so spectacular loves me.
I go and join her.
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