Page 54 of Dark Visions

“I said get in the car!”

They left the bodies there on the blood-stained sidewalk. The darkness would cover them until another car drove by. He took the narrow dark streets to the interstate, where he drove for what seemed like hours, the woman beside him sound asleep. When he reached the remote lake, he found his bag in the back of the vehicle and changed into his scrubs from the hospital. He carefully wiped his fingerprints from the car and the woman as best he could.

He thought of the night of violent sex, the marks now marring his body. The needs of his body forced him to do things he didn’t want to do, fucking the woman over and over again even as she was completely out of it from the drugs. Thank goodness he had used a condom with her. There would be no DNA linked to him.

He unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed her to the driver’s side. She barely made a sound, so drunk and lost in the drugs. The car was hers, so the authorities would only believe she had killed herself if found. He placed the car in drive and watched as it raced down the steep embankment and into the deep lake.

Aislinn watched him run down the long dirt road along the lake. Outside a small cabin, he tied his bag to the back of an old motorcycle and pushed it to the main road before starting it. He was in such pain, crying, angry. He was in his own home now, scrubbing himself, washing himself. He pulled the cock ring off and then one-by-one the piercings, pulling the skin carelessly, causing blood to ooze from his skin.

Stepping from the shower, he gathered all his toys into a trash bag and tied it off.Never again. I will never live this life again. He was making a vow. A vow to his brother’s dead wife and son. Sitting on his sofa in blue jeans and a t-shirt, he was waiting. What was he waiting for? The knock on the door, his brother sobbing, distraught. His brother. He was waiting for his brother.

“I will make this right, Michael. I will find a way,” he whispered to his brother.

“Aislinn? Aislinn, honey, wake up. Aislinn, you’re scaring me,” said Spook.

Aislinn jerked awake, the pillow beneath her head soaked with tears. She gulped back a sob, her own body shaking.

“Aislinn? Honey, what’s wrong? I could feel your sadness. It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t dark,” he said, holding her against him.

“It’s, oh God! We have to call them!”

“Call who, honey?” asked Spook.

“Kane. Adam. Flip. Christopher killed his brother’s wife and son. He didn’t mean to. It was an accident!”

“What? Slow down, Aislinn. What do you mean?”

“He killed them. He used to be into the same lifestyle. He was with a woman, and they were drunk and high. He didn’t see Michael’s wife and son. He killed them, and then he killed the woman he was with!”

“Fuck!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Christopher watched Deborah work her magic with the couple, her blouse now completely unbuttoned to the waist of her skirt, her breasts accessible for both the man and woman.

“Doesn’t your friend want to join us?” asked the woman.

“He likes watching,” said Deborah in a perturbed tone. “Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Yes, I like watching,” he said, smiling at her.

He remembered what this was like. Finding another couple who would let you do all the things you wanted to do, all the things you dreamed of doing. He remembered the hunt, the thrill, the morning-after feelings of disgust and regret. Promises of never doingthatagain, only to have your body betray you one more time. Until that night, that fateful night.

“What do you say we take this to our place?” said the man.

“Perfect,” said Deborah, standing. She held a tight grip on the man’s cock, straining against the zipper of his pants, the woman smiling at the pair. The wife reached for Christopher, rubbing the front of his pants.

“This one needs some work,” she smiled.

“He’ll come up to the challenge. Don’t worry.” They headed toward the front door of the private club, Deborah and Christopher following. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she seethed.

“What do you mean?”

“Get your fucking head in the game, Michael! This couple is golden. They want it. They’re practically begging us for it. I can tell. Now get with it!”

He nodded at her, following the couple down the block to a small apartment building.

We’re with you, Christopher. The couple is identified. Law enforcement is in the apartment.

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