Page 18 of Dark Visions (Strange Gifts #1)

Krauss looked at the scene of the playroom they had occupied for the last several hours. Hardly a speck of the room wasn’t covered in blood. The mutilated bodies of the couple were literally scattered around the room. His stomach churned, and he knew that things were getting out of hand. His little vixen’s blood lust was out of control. This was not what he signed up for.

Still lying on the floor, her legs spread wide, blood covering her body, she gripped the dead man’s penis in her hand. The agony the man felt when she sliced his still-hard dick from his body must have been unimaginable. She danced around the room swinging the appendage in the air and then did unspeakable things with it. Even for him, it was more than he could handle.

His phone vibrated, and he looked down at the number.

Shit!

“Hello,” he said quietly.

“You left work early last night. Are you okay?” asked his brother.

“I’m fine. Stop being such a worrywart, will you? It was slow last night, and they had it covered. I wasn’t far away if they needed me. I was just tired.” He looked around the room and started to smile but couldn’t. Last night had really gotten out of hand, and he knew that if he didn’t stop soon, it would kill him.

“You’re my brother. Of course, I’m going to worry about you. I love you.”

“I know you do, and I love you too,” he sighed.

“Well, I’ll be working all day, but if you need anything, just call. I’ll answer. You know I will. Are you off tonight?” he asked.

“Yea, I’m off for the next two nights.”

“Okay, maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night?”

“That sounds great,” he said, smiling into the phone. “I’ll see you then.”

He hit the end button and pocketed his phone. Walking toward the blonde-haired woman, he kicked the bottom of her bloody foot, and she moaned, turning to stare up at him.

“You’re showered? You don’t want to play together anymore?” she asked.

“I have to get to work,” he lied. “Can you handle this?”

“You know I can, baby,” she purred, sitting up. “Want me to give you something to remember me by?”

“No,” he laughed. “I won’t forget you. You can be assured of that. Besides, you’ll get me all bloody. You need to get cleaned up and then do your thing.” He waved his arm around the room and started to back out.

“What about tonight?” she asked.

“I can’t,” he said, not turning to face her. “I have a family obligation tonight.”

“But I want to play tonight,” she pouted.

“I know you do, but I just can’t. Besides, things are starting to heat up. Don’t you think we should cool down for a while?”

“You losing your nerve, doctor?” she said in a cold tone.

“No. And don’t fucking speak to me that way. Clean this shit up and get home. I’ll talk to you in a few days.” He left the playroom, his scrubs as clean as when he walked in the night before.

Downstairs, he grabbed his lab coat and shrugged it over his shoulders. As he cautiously opened the front door of the brownstone, he heard the laughter of the blonde upstairs. Laughter that would haunt his thoughts for a lifetime.