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ONE, TWO FREDDY'S COMING FOR YOU

A fter I get myself dressed, I accompany Jessie and Sean upstairs until I ask them to leave.

I need to do this without any distractions, and them being in the same room would have me bent over getting fucked.

“I could let you go, but I feel as if you would run to the cops, and I can’t be having that.” I tap the side of my cheek, stepping back to appreciate how she looks. She’s sitting tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth, with her feet and arms tied down.

She’s unable to move or speak, making this easier for me.

I brought a bag of salt before I came here, and it’s going to hurt like hell when I pour it into her cuts.

“Those cuts look sore. Let me heal them.” My eyes narrow as I pick up the bag of salt, scooping a handful and throwing them in the multiple cuts over the woman’s body. She tries to scream into the gag, but all I get is a half-assed muffled sound.

I bring my knife across her face, slashing her cheeks, nose, and any skin I can over and over, while then pouring more salt over her wounds. Blood pours out. I love the sight of blood. It makes me feel alive.

“Do me a favour. Please be quiet. Do I need to superglue your mouth shut? " A crease forms between my eyebrows, getting me irritated with her attempts at screaming, which is pathetic. She should be embarrassed.

I was hoping she would have put up more of a fight, but not a single muscle moved to try to release herself.

Boring.

Here I am, thinking women are meant to be more fun, but I’d rather be cutting a man’s dick off and melting him in acid.

Maybe I should call myself the Cock Slayer. I’m good at cutting them, sucking them, and fucking them.

Her screaming is starting to irritate me. I’m debating on throwing her out the window. There is no way she could survive the fall.

I walk over to the window, opening the latch to look out and see how she would survive. Surely, if I threw her out, she wouldn’t be able to run, or I could throw her out, still attached to the chair. That’s got to hurt and damage you in some ways.

I’m up for a challenge, and it’s not like I’m on my own; they’re downstairs waiting for me.

I open the window entirely, letting the fresh breeze hit my skin, giving me goosebumps. The excitement rises.

I walked over to the chair, dragging it across the wooden floor, leaving scratch marks. The sound screeches through my ears, causing me to shake slightly.

She tries to scream and move.

Trying everything she possibly can, but it's no use. She can't do a single thing; she is trapped.

Some may say I'm in the wrong for killing this woman, and I should let her go, but one, she knows too much, and prison isn’t my style or the vibe I want.

Two, she was fucking vile to her friend’s, laughing and bullying her. I just won’t tolerate that stuff. If I focused on killing women more, I'm sure I would find more people.

I have never claimed to be a good person or that every time I kill, I have a justified reason because I don't, but one thing I do know is it's my choice, and this woman needs to go.

I’m teaching her a lesson: actions have consequences. Right now, the consequences are that if she wanted to mistreat her mates, doing it at my Halloween party was a bad choice.

I bring the chair off the floor, picking it up with both arms hanging out the window. Any minute now, I’m ready to throw her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jessie stands leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at me when he could be helping me.

“Just playing a game. What do you think I’m doing?” I snarl, turning my head halfway to make eye contact.

“Looks like you are struggling to throw someone out a window while they are tied up and failing miserably.”

Jessie is a smartass as usual. If he would just help me throw her, this could be done with, but he’s going to stand there and gloat because that’s what he does.

“Stand there, but don’t be surprised when I throw you out of this window next,” I snarl at him, edging over the window and letting go.

I watch her fall to the ground and smile as I hear a wet splat. Her head is split open, and her knee bone is sticking out from the height of the drop.

“Angel, I don’t think you could pick me up if you tried.” He tips his head back laughing.

“You underestimate me.” I turn my back toward him, and the chair hangs inches from falling.

I shouldn’t do this, but then I don’t care. Now is not the time to suddenly care about someone’s life. I never did before, so why would I now?

“I wouldn’t do such a thing.” Jessie walks over, standing on either side of the chair. I need to make up my mind. My arms become numb and weightless.

“What are you waiting for? Push her. Make her suffer. We both know you love the thrill of it,” Jessie teases, moving behind me. His weight behind me builds pressure on me.

He stands closer, his lips near my neck, and his tongue traces my collarbone, moving upward toward my ears.

“Do it. What are you waiting for?” Those words torment me over and over, louder and louder. I look over, taking all my strength from my arms, pushing them up, and throwing the woman and the chair out the window.

She’s not there. Only now did I realise that I pushed her ten minutes ago, and I had been spaced out, letting Jessie taunt me when the act was already done.

I turn, running down the stairs out the front door to get to the body.

To the person who no longer gets to live. It makes me happy, giving me a sense of purpose in life. Something I haven’t felt for a long time.

I stand looking at the body.

“What the hell did you do, Ash?”

Sean stands beside me, looking me up and down. Why does he look mad? I only did what needed to be done.

“What does it look like? I pushed her.” I roll my eyes. I should just move the body and burn it to ashes.

It would be easier than disposing of it and having to cover up.

It’s already going to take time to clean the blood. I’m so fucking tired, all I want to get into bed and free my mind as I convince myself I’m going to blackout while picking my skin.

I wasn’t lying when I said I did, but sometimes, I lie to myself to make things sound better and give myself a decent excuse.

“I can see that. Did you have to throw her out the window?” Sean places a firm hand on my shoulder, startling me back to reality.

“I want to burn her,” I announce, lifting my head and meeting Sean’s eyes halfway.

“Course you do.” He rolls his eyes, walking over with his pocket knife and cutting the rope off the body, making her fall to the floor as more of her brain empties.

He lifts her arms, dragging her along the floor.

I follow him as he approaches a gate. He drops the body and looks over at me for several seconds, not moving or saying a single word.

“If at any given point you feel like helping me move the body you killed and want to burn it, it would be much appreciated.” I lift both her legs as we walk through the gate, the metal lock swinging back and forth, making a super annoying noise.

I’m tempted to go and rip it off, but I can sense Sean would be thrown off, and then I might be the one getting burned alive.

That sounds quite lovely and peaceful.

“Oww!” I screech as my leg catches on a bunch of nettles, making my skin go red.

“Quit being dramatic. I’d like to get this done before the sun sets and it's pitch dark.” We walk until we come up to what I like to call the dump site, where we dump anything that can be burned. Old chairs, clothes, wood, anything we can find.

This is off-limits to me normally, but today I’m allowed to carry on my adventure to kill.

I know she’s already dead, but burning her gives me some type of thrill I haven’t felt before, and I’m loving it now.

Sean places the body on the floor. Walking to peek over the slightly broken wall, I follow him as we lean against each other.

“Want to tell me why I was looking into a guy called Mark Anderson?” Sean asked. I was hoping he had forgotten about this by now, but this is Sean, and he’s not going to stop until I give him a straight answer.

I won’t give him one. I can’t. It’s unfair for me to put this on him when I’m not even sure what I’m looking for.

The guys are well aware of what happened to me and how I met Jessie. They also know about my father.

He knows my father is Mark Anderson but will never say he acknowledges him as someone he knows.

“Nope.” I jump off the wall and walk over to the body lying helplessly.

“Pass me my knife, I want to have some fun." I place my hands out, kneeling and hovering over the body. Sean moves, walking over and kneeling beside me.

Sean dips his hand into his pocket, retrieving my knife and placing it in mine. Once a year, I get to kill a female, so every year I cut off some of their hair and put it in my secret place to keep it as a little souvenir.

The top of the knife is brought to the woman’s dark, cherry-like hair. I cut a piece off, shoving it in my pocket for later. While I’m there, I take the tip of the knife down her stomach, cutting a line like you would if you were getting a C-section.

I stand up, placing the blood-covered knife in my pocket for later.

I place the small and large pieces of wood over the already-built bonfire. Sean lights the fire as we both watch it burn.

Once the fire is going, Sean carries the body, throwing it on the fire as sparks form. We both go toward the wall, this time both sitting on it.

Sean’s arms are placed around me, pulling me closer to him. He takes his jacket off, swinging it around my shoulders as my head presses against his.

“Thank you,” I tell him as we watch the body burn, amongst other stuff.

The sky is dimmed as I look up, watching the sunset. I have never been one to watch the sunset or do something so intimate as sitting with him like this, but I like it.

“You know, sometimes, being soft and letting yourself be needed isn’t a bad thing.

You can’t always be the crazy soul burner.

” Sean turns, lifting my chin and making me look at him.

My facial expressions change to almost softness and disappointment.

A single tear leaves me. Sean swipes his thumb over my cheek, catching it before I do.

“I know, but I feel whole when I am. It’s like nothing else matters and I’m the one in control.” More tears fall as Sean catches them.

“Angel, you are always in control. No matter the situation. Remember that,” Sean tells me. My hand falls to his leg over his pants and his cock hardens instantly from my touch. He stops grabbing my wrist.

“Angel, what are you doing?” he asks, looking up at me.

“This is my way of thanking you.” I lick my lips, my eyes gleaming as he releases my wrists, letting me undo his belt and pants. I pull them slightly down, his cock springing out. My mouth waters.

I jump down from the wall, standing in front of him.

I bring myself to my knees. The tip of his cock rests at my lips, waiting to be taken.

I take my hands, stacking them on top of each other. Gilding them up and down, I let a drop of spit land on his tip, working it in as a lube.

I guide my head down, letting his cock enter my mouth, taking control. I move up and down, keeping it the same with my hands. Sean’s head shoots back, a growl leaving his lips. He takes his hands, moving my hair out of the way.

“Fuck, Ash. Keep doing that. Such a good girl.” He grabs my hair tightly, causing the slightest bit of pain.

Sean thrusts into my mouth, making me gag. I welcome the intrusion, moving in and out faster and rougher.

“Such a good girl. Choking on my cock. Look how needy you are,” he growls, slamming my head back down on his cock, moving me up and down, then leaving me full of him until I’m nearly unable to breathe. I love it when I get cut off from the air.

It gives me adrenaline. I’m struggling, but that doesn’t make him stop; it only makes him press harder, causing my eyes to water.

I try to move back up and get air, but all that does is make him let me get a quick breath, and he’s slamming me down on him again, over and over.

“I love seeing you helpless, wanting to get air, but I won’t let you get it. I will keep you trapped until you pass out.”

His words send pulses to my pussy, making me even more wet.

Sean is more significant than the other two, so taking him is more complicated, but I love the challenge.

I let Sean’s cock enter my mouth again, and this time I want to taste his cum.

I wrap my hands back around his cock, feeling his balls tighten against my hold. Seconds later, his cum is spilling down my throat.

He jerks, so much cum coming out that I’m not able to keep any more in. He lets the rest land on my face as he paints me with his cum. I swallow, letting it drip down to my tongue as I taste the sweetness and saltiness of him, loving him increasingly more every time.