Page 44 of Dark Visions

When she suggested that it might be a way for them to find the killers of his family, he immediately fell in step with her. Until the last couple. He had known the minute he saw them that they weren’t guilty. Something in his heart knew. Yet he did it anyway. He killed that poor couple. He was guilty, and now his brother would suffer because of his desire for retribution.

“Michael? Michael, please talk to me,” said Christopher, reaching for her brother’s hand.

“I’m so sorry, Christopher, so very sorry. I never meant for you…” He choked back a sob, pulling his hand out of his brother’s grasp.

“Oh God,” whispered Christopher, “you’re involved.”

“I-I never meant for it to go this far. I thought… I thought if I could find the couple who killed them, I thought I could… I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.

“Michael, we have to go to the police. You can’t live with the guilt of this. I can’t live with this. We have to talk,” he whispered to his brother.

He scanned the room quickly to ensure that no one was watching their little interlude. The restaurant was nearly empty at this late hour, except for one table. The woman looked familiar, her long hair and big eyes telling him that he knew her. Combine that with the big man sitting next to her, and he knew that he’d seen them in the emergency room.

“Michael, listen to me. Michael!” he yelled. “We need to leave here, now. Let’s go.”

“No, no, Christopher, you’ve done enough. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Michael,” he called, watching his brother stand from the table. “Michael, please, I’ll go with you. We’ll fix this together.”

“It can’t be fixed,” he said, turning toward his brother.

He looked toward the only other table with people. Four tall men stood, a small woman positioned behind them protectively. He felt an uneasy awareness at their presence. Looking back at his brother, he knew what had to be done. Reaching inside his jacket, he pulled out the small .38 caliber that he carried with him.

“I’m sorry, Christopher,” he said, pointing the gun to his temple. “I love you.”

“NO!!!” The scream of Christopher Krauss echoed over the gunfire. It was the last thing Aislinn heard as she fell into the arms of Kane Jackson.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Kane crossed paths with a few of the detectives in his business on a regular basis. They were all good people just trying to make it in a job that wasn’t appreciated by anyone, was completely underpaid, and forced them to work miserably long hours. The questioning of him and his friends lasted for hours, but the mess left behind by Michael Krauss would be devastating for his brother.

The most difficult part of being a witness to the act was that the police concluded that their killer was found, and everything would go back to business as usual. What Kane and the others couldn’t tell them was that Deborah was still out there on the loose.

It was nearly four a.m. by the time the police finished and released each of them, allowing them to leave the scene. Only a few blocks from Kane’s house, they all decided to crash at his place for the night. Flip and Adam took opposite ends of the sectional sofa, and Spook slept on an old cot that Kane pulled from the closet.

Aislinn, finally able to breathe normally, was nestled close to Kane’s body, curled around him. He wanted desperately to be inside her, but with his friends only a few yards away and the open space of the loft, he wouldn’t risk embarrassing her. He finally slipped into slumber, his hand clasped with hers.

Oh no, she’s looking. She needs blood. She wants to kill. She’s killing again. Kane, help me.

I’m here, Aislinn. I’m here. Don’t look, baby. Back out now.

I can’t. You know that. She’s killing and she’s angry. She’s angry at Dr. Krauss.

He could feel Aislinn next to him, but he couldn’t see her face. He felt her fear, her trepidation with each step she took. She followed the blonde through the group of people. She was looking for someone. Her lithe young body stopped in front of a couple. The body-hugging black dress clinging to every curve, the shape of her breasts spilling from the deep v-neck.

She’s chosen them. She’s going to take them both. We have to follow her, Kane. We have to see where she takes them.

Aislinn, you don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way.

Aislinn didn’t respond but followed the threesome into a bedroom. It was different. They weren’t in the other place any longer. They were in their home. They were in the couple’s home. Both appeared to be in their fifties but healthy, attractive, and fit.

The woman laughed at something as her husband tore open her blouse and cut her bra from her body. Linking her hands above her head, he secured them with fleece-lined cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Deborah watched, smiling at the couple as she lifted the hem of her dress and tossed it to the side, her long, lean legs encased in black leather boots. Her ass barely covered with a lacy thong, her breasts bared for the man to see.

His face flushed with excitement, and his wife licked her lips, watching as her husband touched the younger woman. She told him to do something, but Aislinn couldn’t hear the wife. Deborah pushed the man to the floor and hiked a leg up over his shoulder, forcing his face into her crotch. She moaned and then slapped his face hard. He looked stunned for a moment. Then smiled up at her, gripping the six-inch spiked heel of her boot. He thrust her legs further apart.

She balanced herself perfectly against him as he continued to work his mouth over her sex. All the while, the wife watched, smiling. When the man finished, Deborah secured him to a table, his rigid cock begging for her touch. She slapped it playfully, then harder, and he moaned in agony and ecstasy. Taking a ball gag, she shoved it in his mouth and secured it in place.

Moving back toward the wife, Aislinn watched as the evil in her eyes glowed like a beacon in her dream. Using a thin silk tie, she gagged the wife as her husband watched. Deborah moved back toward the husband and mounted him like an animal. She rode him hard, slapping his face and chest as she did. She screamed her release, balancing herself on her stiletto heels. Standing slowly, his cock inching out of her body, his semen falling over his own body, she smiled down at him. Lifting her leg, she slammed the stiletto hard into his chest.

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