Page 8 of Pageant

Just before everything goes black, he whispers, “Welcome to the pageant.”

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Kirill

Iwent hunting for a dove, and I found two worms.

Leaving the blonde woman passed out on the floor, I go back to my two victims and survey their bodies. I shove Alina Lugovskaya’s shoulder with my foot and she flops onto her back, her dead eyes staring at the ceiling.

I wish I could wake her up and kill her all over again. Her and her worthless fucking husband. The rage I held at bay while I was hunting the blonde woman through the apartment breaks over me. They should pay with more than death for what they did to me. I want their souls trapped forever so I can stab them, torture them, flay them into tiny pieces, burn them alive for all eternity.

I shove down the zipper on my jeans and take out my cock, pissing on the face of Alina Lugovskaya. A good long piss, all down her body to soak her clothes, and then up again.

I stare at the urine and blood dripping from her corpse, and then turn to her husband. His throat gapes in a crimson smile. I lift my foot and stomp on his neck, over and over again, until I hear the delightful crunch of his spine breaking.

It’s something. But I’m still not satisfied. I’ll never be satisfied.

I wander back to my little dove. There’s a smear of blood on her pretty cheek and her T-shirt is daubed with more blood from struggling against me. Her legs are splayed, and my eyes drop to the apex of her thighs. Heat and desire roll through me, from the base of my cock up through my torso.

I glance around. There are no neighbors knocking on the front door. No sign of the police. The night is dark and the street outside is empty. I drop to my knees and reach for the waistband of her shorts.

“Let me look at you, pretty one,” I breathe. “You just sleep.”

I pull her zipper down and tug the shorts from her legs. Beneath them, all she’s wearing is a nude thong. I can already tell that her pussy is shaved bare, and my mouth waters. Slowly, my thumb caresses her clit over her thong. Her breathing is soft and even, her lashes resting against her cheek. My fingers burrow a little and I grasp her clit and pinch it. I smile. Not even a flicker on her face.

In my pocket, my phone buzzes. I take it out and answer it, still staring at the woman. “What?”

“You’ve been gone for hours. Where are you?”

“Getting acquainted with our new Number Eleven.”

Interest colors Konstantin’s voice. “Oh? What is she like?”

I hang up, snap a photo of the woman’s face, and send it to our group chat. A teaser of what I’m bringing for us. What a beauty she is, with her arched brows and slightly turned-up nose. I feel my way beneath her body and take a handful of her ass. Some of these models are all skin and bones down there, but Number Eleven is fleshy and warm, and I give her a squeeze.

The sight of her, unconscious and helpless, makes my dick hard. I groan at the thought of her waking up to discover me wedged tightly inside her. I reach for her thong, but before I can rip it off, my phone rings again.

Elyah. I cancel the call.

How long could I fuck her while she’s like this before she woke up? What would she do if she opened her eyes and found me balls deep in her velvet pink pussy? I imagine her grabbing my shoulders in shock, and then I’d shoot my cum deep inside her before she could do anything to stop me.

Now I’m rock fucking hard. After three kills today, I need a release. My balls are aching, and Number Eleven is so perfect, warm, and helpless. I unzip, and my cock bursts out of my jeans, hard and eager.

I slide my hand around the woman’s jaw and turn her face to mine. “Go on, fight me now. Try and shoot me in the head. You can’t, can you?”

I pull her thong aside and spit on her pussy, letting it drop in a long, thin thread, and then rub it in with the tip of my cock. “Good girl,” I purr, glancing up at her face. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. She has no idea what I’m about to do to her.

My phone rings again, and I cancel the call. “Fuck off, Elyah. I’ll bring her when I’m ready to bring her.”

I push Number Eleven’s thighs open and wrap my hand around my length. My eyes are pinned to her face. Not a flicker. I’ve got hours before she starts to come out of it. Who’ll discover me first, her or the cops? The apartment is full of death and blood, and I have the most beautiful doll at my mercy.

I play with her pussy, my swollen pink flesh rolling against hers. How good it would be to wait until she’s almost coming around before I sink into her. There’s a pinkish-brown birthmark on one of her outer lips, and I rub it with the head of my cock.

“Neordinarnaya, you won’t let anyone take you away from me, will you?”Extraordinary one.Not like the others.How lucky she is. We don’t want just any women. We only want the best. “Kostya will be so impressed when he hears how you fought me. He’ll be aching to fuck you, but he’ll want you with your eyes open and your—”

My phone rings again and I snatch it up with a growl. “Fuckingwhat?”

“Where are you?” Elyah asks.

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