Page 5 of Dead Valentine

When I finally got the position at St. John’s Damascus and had the space to myself, I got to really play. I’d make sure to lock the door and jerk off at the cadaver’s cracked open chest. I was a single man, and it worked for me, but co-workers started asking too many questions. Apparently it was strange to not only be single, but enjoy it – which is how I hunted down and found my wife, Denise.

There came a time when jerking off to the bodies wasn’t doing it for me anymore, and neither was a conscious Denise. It wasn’t enough, just like the porn of unconscious girls. I could get hard, but I couldn’t cum anymore. I found it increasingly frustrating that it no longer worked. The only time I could cum these days was after Denise was knocked out from her sleeping meds, andI’d fuck her from behind and imagine she was dead. We had a loveless marriage, one of convenience. She found support for her and her daughter Sloane, and I had the perceived normalcy of being a “loving” husband and stepfather. Win-win. Until it wasn’t.

My morgue is and always will be my sanctuary. Home was suffocating. Denise was suffocating. Things weren’t too bad with my stepdaughter. If anything, she kind of reminded me of myself, just without the mask. She was always herself, whereas I kept my mask on and had to act like the concerned family man.

Over time, Denise made it more and more difficult to pretend. I had to play the long game and convince her that she was losing her mind. I made a plan. Set her up to look like the woman had let her demons win, while I remained the grieving husband. I came in my pants when I ran the blade down her arms and the blood spilled around us. I had to force myself to walk away so I could prepare myself to scream, shout and cry on the phone with 911. It’s no surprise I became a killer. If anything, kudos to me for lasting so long. Really edged myself there.

My name is Corbin Thaddeus Moriarty, and I believe that everything begins and ends with the heart…

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FEBRUARY 12, 2001

I stare down at my anatomy book and trail a fingertip over each picture of organs staring back at me. The pain of my hardened cock pushing against my athletic cup makes me wince. If people knew how to mind their business, I could let my cock tent freely in my dress pants. I mean, come on, it’s not like St. Valentines University is a regular school.

Everyone knows the history of this place. Who am I kidding? It’s an ongoing thing. We’re surrounded by death here. I wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. The Divine Valentine really know how to keep a morgue busy around here. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were other killers here. What better scapegoat than the ever-so-secret society?

Nobody ever questions them about what happens around here. It’s a bittersweet pill to swallow that I wasn’t given the honor to join. Pompous assholes. There’s no i in team, but I don’t think they got the memo. It’s fine, I play better alone.

“Alright, class. Make sure to study chapters ten through fourteen in preparation for Wednesday. I’ll see you all in the morgue, you’re dismissed.”

I put my textbook and notebook in my messenger bag and throw it over my shoulder.

“Men. Adjust your ties before leaving class. Ladies, your socks.”

I adjust my tie while mumbling, “Fix your toupee.”

“What was that, Mr. Moriarty?”

I look at him with a fake smile, “I said see you Wednesday, professor.”

He narrows his eyes at me and nods, “Indeed.”

I adjust my tie as instructed and make my way out of the classroom. On my way to the cafeteria to get myself some coffee, I give quick nods and hello’s to everyone who greets me, keeping my pace quick to show I’m in a hurry.

I don’t give a flying fuck about any of these people, but I’ve learned it’s always best to keep up appearances. Blend in. Too many questions to be asked when you go quiet on people. It’s exhausting. Why do people feel the need to socialize? Maybe their minds are quiet and it gets lonely? Weak. I make it to the cafeteria and head for the back of the long ass line. I look around while waiting and shove my clammy hands into my blazer’s pockets.

I slow my breathing and try to push the images from my mind. Not now, not now, not now. Everywhere I look, I imagine each student dead. My cock twitches behind the cup I take deep breaths and try to focus on the movement of the line before me. It’s finally my turn and I step to the counter. The girl runningthe register is conventionally pretty, but she’d look far better tinged with gray. Lifeless. Cold on a metal slab.

“Corbin?”

I blink and look up at her awkward smile. “Huh?”

“I said, are you ready to order?”

I put on my winning smile and wink. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll take an extra large black coffee, please.”

She blushes at the endearment and giggles. “Of course. Coming right up. Go ahead and scan your student ID.”

I pull my wallet from my back pocket and pull out my ID, scanning it. I watch her obviously dyed hair swish in its ponytail, and the overexaggerated sway of her hips. Hmm. She’ll do. I muss my hair and flash her a smile as she turns. I see the pink of her cheeks as she blushes again. I drop my elbow to the counter and lean in.

“Hey, Cara?”

“Yeah, Corbin?”

“What would you think about sneaking to my dorm after your shift? Maybe drink a little, watch a movie?”

Her eyes twinkle as her smile grows. “R-really?”

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