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Billy

I gnoring my cameras, I spend most of the morning wandering through the house, taking in every nook and cranny.

As Lucy sips her coffee, she trails behind me until we finally reach the porch, where I turn around and give a nonchalant shrug.

“I don’t know, darlin’ I’ve only found this one,” I say, handing it to her.

“Thanks. Maybe I’m just being paranoid and overdramatic.”

She attempts to walk into the house, but before she can, I seize her shoulder, compelling her to face me.

“Never use the words overdramatic to describe yourself again.” Cupping her chin, I look into her mossy green eyes and note the mist that covers them before she blinks it away.

“Right, um, okay,” she mumbles .

I snatch the camera from her hand and crush it under my shoe. As we enter, I dispose of the parts and make my way to get us a refill of coffee.

“Go upstairs and grab me your laptop. I want to read your words before you have to go to work.”

Lucy’s footsteps echo through the house as I move to the coffeemaker, filling two mugs and adding the works before walking out to the porch swing.

“I’m going to take this coffee to shower and get ready,” she says as she passes off the laptop, then reaches out to grab her cup.

I can’t help but admire the way her curvy figure moves as she walks away. Like a ray of sunshine, she exudes warmth and positivity, a lifeline keeping me afloat in the overwhelming darkness that tries to drown me.

Turning to the laptop, I read what she’s written so far. I scroll over the tracking pad as I sip my coffee, getting lost in the story.

I expected her to be good, but this exceeds what I had thought. The sex scenes tell me what she’s craving, and I take note of them for later.

Reaching the end of what she has so far, I come across some inconsistencies with the serial killers. Wondering how much I should divulge clouds my mind, and I chug the rest of my coffee before setting the mug down on the porch table .

Lucy comes out and sits beside me wearing blue work pants and a white shirt. Her tits strain against the fabric, her wide hips filling out the slacks.

Everything about her makes my dick throb, but the stirring in my heart is a new feeling. The clenching in my chest tells me I might love her.

“What do you think?”

“Honestly?”

“Duh.” She squints at me and scrunches her pert nose. “Why would I want to release shit into the world?”

“I don’t know shit about commas or grammar, although I noticed some things aren’t right.” I close the laptop and hand it back to her.

“Like?” Her gaze doesn’t meet mine, and she runs her fingers over the computer’s edge.

“I mean, you can absolutely use the steak knife you talk about, but it isn’t realistic. It’d take twice as long to cut through the tissue and muscles.”

She nods and opens the laptop. I continue as she types away.

“There’d also be less blood than you describe. The entire room couldn’t be covered by one body. It only holds around four and a half litres, give or take, so while there’d be a substantial amount, I don’t think it would be as much as you described.”

“Like two bottles of pop,” she mutters. Her fingers fly over the keys as she continues to take notes.

“Something like that. ”

“Okay, if you know so much, help me with the next scene.”

I raise my eyebrow and cock my head.

“The serial killer is obviously unhinged, but I want him to take it up a notch. Do you think it’s possible for him to fuck the eye socket of his victim?”

I lean back against the wood on the swing and look out over the front yard.

“Too much?” she asks quietly.

“Never, I love it. I have to think about that. I need to go to the shop, but I’ll come back over later. Working the night shift again?”

“Yeah. Artie is on holidays next week so I’ll be stuck with that fucking skank, Leah.”

I nod. As we stand together, I lean in and hold her, the warmth of her body against mine.

“Maybe I’ll come by tomorrow morning to give you some stress relief.”

With a gentle stroke of my thumb, I trace her chin before pulling her closer. Our lips meet, and I can feel the heat of her tongue as it glides across the seam of my mouth.

After a brief pause, I nibble on her lip, savouring the sweet taste.

“Well, I’ll see you later Lou,” I say as we pull apart.

While driving to the shop, I wondered about the best method for luring a couple. If I want to get this research right for Lucy, I’ll try it out for myself .

On the way home, I stop by an adult toy store. Many things I yearn to explore with her, but I’m here for a distinct purpose.

Slipping into the back of the shop, my focus runs over the different sounding rods. Metal seems more my pace. I can sharpen the tip to make the experiment interesting.

Thick carpet under my shoes makes me feel like I’m going to trip, but I make my way over to the aisle for what I need. I scan over the large sizes and grasp the package of a pretty little stainless steel butt plug with a green gem.

I’ll order online for other toys I need in the future, but I want to help her with writing and stress relief immediately.

Driving through the downtown core, I park by the busy street and wait. Leaning against the headrest, I roll down the passenger window. I watch as intoxicated individuals stumble, pouring from the bars and walking along the sidewalks like zombies .

Several taxis arrive and depart, people still staggering around. Different cars come and pick up groups of partiers.

Suddenly, there is a loud rap on the window. Giggles rush out from a tall skinny blonde as she stumbles over her heels.

“Are you my Uber driver?” she asks.

I glance behind her, two more girls appearing. Any other night, I would be amazed at this unexpected gift.

“Nah, sorry sweetheart,” I mumble and watch them walk back down the sidewalk, falling over each other as they get to the next car.

“Hey, can I catch a ride with you?” A man with a shaved head leans his hand against the hood of the car, peering into the window. I notice a pretty brunette behind him clutching his shirt.

“Sure can.”

They stumble around for a minute before getting in the back. He rattles off the address, and she cuddles against his shoulder.

“Good night?” I ask.

“Decent. How’s driving been? Lot of rides tonight?”

“Alright amount. Gaggle of drunk girls tried to get in before you, but I didn’t wanna have to hose down the car in the morning.”

He laughs loudly as I drive .

“Name’s Brian. We moved here recently.” He stares down at the girl beside him, who seems to pass in and out of sleep.

“She’s a fucking lightweight,” he utters. “Sage, wake up.”

I pull off the main street and head for the country road. My gaze roams from the lane to the rearview to watch his reactions, but he’s so focused on his girlfriend it’s fucking perfect.

When we reach the house, I drive straight back to the barn, parking behind it so my car isn’t visible from the driveway. After I grab the keys and get out, I pop the trunk and pull out the crowbar.

Brian opens the rear door, pulling his medium frame out of the Cruze. He stumbles over nothing and places a hand on the car before staring at me.

“This isn’t our house.”

“And I ain’t your fucking Uber driver.”

I grin and bash his knees with the metal. The crunching of bones fills the air as he stumbles to the ground.

With a quick glance into the car, I see she’s asleep. I grab him from under the arms and pull him along the dirt into the barn. Dropping him in the stall, I pull down the restraints and hoist him up.

Wiping the sweat off my face with the bottom of my black tee, I walk back out to the Cruze and grab the girl .

I lift her onto my shoulder, the scent of alcohol emanating from her skin. I lay her on the sturdy wooden table, securing the cuffs around her wrists, waiting for one of them to wake up.

I stroll through the barn and snag my silver paper maché mask, along with all the tools I want to use. Walking to the hallway, I switch on the CD player and place the mixed disc in.

Music fills the area as I grab the new urethra rods, bringing them over to my knife sharpener as I work at making one end pointy.

“The fuck’s happening?” Brian yells out, the chains rattling.

I slip through the hall, placing the mask over my face. With a burst of excitement, I clasp my hands together and make my way towards his stall.

“Sup.”

He stares at his swollen knees, his feet barely touching the floor as he continues shaking like a fish against the wall.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Shorter list is what’s right with me,” I tell him.

I walk to the killing room. Through the cutout in the wood, I watch him struggle against the restraints. His cursing rises above the music.

I dance around the table, nodding my head to the beat as I assess where to start with her. I’ll play the long game for him .

If he thinks he has a chance, he’ll tell me what I need. They always do, desperately crying out the details that seal their fate, and within months, their family is graced with a little keepsake.

I grab the scissors and slice her clothes off, taking in her soft skin. I’m impressed with the amount I can use here.

“Well hey there, sweetheart.”

With my scalpel in hand, I trace a line down the front of her torso, sending goosebumps across her skin. I cut from under her breasts and make my way towards her pelvis.

Her screams pierce my eardrums, her body trembling, and the smell of fear, sweat, and piss circulates the room. A solid diamond shape comes off quite easily.

The layer of fat underneath will be the perfect amount for a new order of soap. Her eyes flutter closed again. She won’t last the entire killing, but it’s for the best. It’s going to be fucking awful.

I enter the other room and reach for the stainless steel bucket, its metal surface reflecting the light.

When I return, I run my fingers over the muscle and loosen the yellow substance before grabbing chunks and throwing it into the bucket. The wet sound echoes around us between his screams and the music.

Grinning from behind the mask, I stand back and look at my masterpiece. Sage has passed out, her chest moving weakly. I run my finger over her face, the skin cool to the touch.

Flipping her over seems like the best idea, and after I do, I lock eyes with him as he shakes against the restraints. He’s worked-up now, and we’re only getting started.

I glance down to see a huge tattoo over her back, covering every inch of usable material.

“Fuck,” I mutter, flipping her over.

I lean closer and cut the skin at her temple with a precise motion. The moment her forehead is carved away, a chill runs down my spine as grey bone comes into view and the warm trickle of blood flows over my fingertips. Each stroke of the blade makes her gasp for air.

I step back for a moment, scalpel in hand, and bend over the table as her eyes widen briefly and her body relaxes. I continue peeling off her face, but deciding to leave the lower half on.

It’s almost criminal to remove these eyes. The fear forever etched across her face is a thing of beauty.

Dancing to the music, I take a deep breath and pick up a slender spoon, preparing to remove her eye. Carefully, I set it beside her head, so it remains within reach and I don’t forget it.

Afterward, I walk out to the hall and open the stall door. Reaching for Brian’s pants, I undo the buttons and shove both them and boxers down, revealing a very limp dick.

Obviously, he doesn’t get off on fear like I do.

“Man, what the fuck? Just kill us. What’re you doing?” He sways his body and rotates his hips, but it does nothing but helicopter his dick.

“I can do that. Actually, I can let you go after a quick wank.”

He looks down at me in terror, but nods slightly. Fucking weirdo.

“Where’re you guys from?” I ask.

He closes his eyes before taking a deep breath. “Toronto. Our family’s there. If you let me go, I won’t say shit and move back home.”

“Sounds good. Let me know the address, and I’ll get you guys home.”

“45th Street. It’s the penthouse. My dad owns it. He’ll pay you any sum of money you want.”

I nod, writing the information into the notes app on my phone.

“So, you’ll drive us home?”

“Us?” I cock my head and reach into my back pocket.

With a firm grip, I bring out the sharpened sounding rod, its texture filling my palm. I grab his junk by the base and slide it into the piss hole. His screams of agony now fill my ears like a melodic symphony .

I glance up at him and see he’s biting his lip. Blood trickles down his chin and his dick is angry and throbbing.

“Just need you to do a favour for me, then I’ll let you go. My girl, you see, she’s an author and needs to know something for authentic reasons.”

I work on the restraints, but he drops to the straw-covered ground. Helping him, I let his arm swing over my shoulders as I lead him to the other room.

“What kinda research?”

“Book shit. You do this for me. I’ll make sure you’re home to daddy in no time.”

I glance at him. He struggles with breathing, but continues hobbling as we come to the room. His strangled cry rings in my ear as his former companion comes into view.

“Oh my god, Sage. What the fuck did you do to her? She’s my one and only. How could you?” he sputters out, gasping for air.

“Told you, I’ll get you home.”

I place his hands on the table next to her head. One eye stares up in shock, while the other rests on the wooden surface.

Sweat pours from his face and I grin. His breathing is laboured as he turns to look at me.

“What do I have to do? ”

“Isn’t she your soulmate here?” I laugh and he turns to look at me, snot streaming down into his mouth as he fights through the pain.

“If it gets me home, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Loyalty isn’t a high quality in him.

I turn her head to face him, the skin that remains making a loud scratching sound against the wooden surface.

“Fuck her eye socket. I cleared it for you.” I stand back, watching him struggle with the decision. Go home or die.

He gags, but leans against the table and strokes her hair before grabbing his hard dick and sticking it close to her face.

It won’t fit, and as he looks at me, I shrug.

Leaning over, I grab a hammer and smash the side of her skull, opening it up for him. He doesn’t look at me, but barfs over the front of her, covering her muscles in brown liquid.

“Try again,” I say.

“Dude, it won’t work. This is too fucked up. I can’t do this.” Tears stream down his face, his sobs growing more intense. Vomit drips down the front of his shirt.

Urging him to try again, I grip the back of his neck. He gags, and tries to puke again, but he moves forward, running his fingers over the skin left on her chin .

Brian inserts himself into the shattered eye socket, fitting, but the fragmented skull tears at his member. Blood lines her bone, and he won’t stop wincing.

“Enough,” I tell him.

He sags against the table, and I move forward to strip his shirt over his head. He’s more tatted than her. My vision tunnels. There will be nothing but thigh to work with.

I kick him in the ribs and continue kicking until I’m tired. I grab my scalpel and work on his thighs. Once I have the skin, I bring it to the tubs.

I get out the bone saw and cut her into pieces, pausing at her ribcage. I flay her open and cut along each rib bone to make more wind chimes. They seem to be a hit.

The table is splattered with blood, hair, and entrails, creating a gruesome scene.

Brian, covered in the mess, fights to stand up from the floor. He’s on my last fucking nerve.

With my knife in hand, I slice through her large intestine, and it slides between my fingers like spaghetti.

Didn’t think it would be so slippery.

I walk toward him, and his eyes widen. I’m covered in blood, droplets dripping down onto his face.

I coil the large intestine around his neck several times and tighten my grip. Watching the life leave their eyes never gets old for me. The fear passes, and eventually a peacefulness overcomes their face.

I drop him to the ground and wipe my hands on his shirt and get to work.

I need to get everything cleaned up, including myself, before Lucy gets home from work.