Page 28 of Savage Keepsakes

“I could play the field, though I wouldn’t even know where to start. Did I tell you about my story idea?”

She shakes her head.

“Serial killers in love. I know it needs work. It’s been done a million times, but I feel like I have something.”

Crickets chirp, and I enjoy the sound.

“Get it out of your head. Sure, maybe it’s been done, but it hasn’t been Lucy-told.”

She always makes me feel better. I stand and grab our glasses before heading into her cottage to put them in the sink.

“I’m gonna take off. I want to get work done on the story before I fall off the earth for work.”

“Sounds good. Make sure you indulge inself-care.”

I wrap my arms around her. The comfort of her hug is always something I need. “Love you,” I say, heading to my car.

When I pull into my laneway, I remember I need to get a light for the front porch. It’s eerie with the moon not being full, but at least the boards are fixed, so I don’t have to worry about falling and breaking anything.

Seeing a package, I grab it and bring it into the house. I balance it, my purse, and a glass of water in my arms as I head up to my new office.

When I get everything turned on, my fingers dance across the keyboard, the words spilling out of me. I check my notebooks and realize I’ll have to make new character bios before diving back into the document.

Leaning in the chair, I glance at the package before grabbing it. The plain brown paper has no postage on it like it was hand-delivered, but only a handful of people know where I live.

I peel back the tape, revealing a gorgeous leather notebook with my name across the front. The material is smooth under my fingertips. It’s stunning. When I open the cover, the first page has a message:

Lucy,

Did you enjoy coming all over my cock? Not once, but twice. I’m so glad I satisfy you. Every single one of your orgasmsbelongs tome.

Xo

The book slips from my hands, crashing to the ground like it’s on fire. Miles is playing a twisted prank on me. He’s the only person who comes to mind.

He must have a camera in the house. His twisted way to keep tabs on me.

I pace in my office, the creaking of the floorboards accompanying my movements.

Flashbacks of calling the police the first time Miles hurt me play in my mind. No one believed me and he got off scot-free.

My stomach knots and I wring my hands, knowing that no one of the law in this small town is going to be of any help.

Eight

Billy

Her dread captured vividly on the security cameras ignites the adrenaline in my veins. I sink onto the couch, pulling up the recording from earlier. I stroke to the video of her playing with her new toy.

“That’s right, Lou. Fuck yourself withmycock.”

Replacing the dildo she purchased with a clone of my dick had taken only a few clicks of the keyboard.

“Take it all, my perfect slut,” I hiss and switch to the video of her admiring her other gift. What would she say if she knew that pretty little journal was bound in human flesh?

A primal urge to fuck her consumes me. For now, I let the ecstasy run wild as I stroke myself until the familiar sensation intensifies at the base of my spine. I jerk into my closest shirt and sprawl back on the couch.

I focus on the live feed, but she doesn’t freak out as much as I had hoped, so Iturn it off.

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