Page 38 of No, For An Answer
I’m calm, I know what I’m doing, and I know no one can stop me. I’ve watched the walrus here for the past week. Keeping out of sight the entire time. I know that he lives alone, has nofriends, nobody who checks on him and absolutely no one that gives a fuck if he lives or dies. I also know that Nathan will be next in line to take the dean position from him, and having Joseph out of the picture, will put him there.
I also know that having Nathan there will make things so much easier for me in the near future too. Soon, I’ll be watching this man die slowly before my eyes. I’ll watch as the blood begins to reverse itself up his arm and the pain in his chest becomes too much for him to handle. I just wish she was here to see it. I wish I could take back all the pain this sick fucker caused her.
“Do you remember her coming to you? Begging for help? Do you remember how you took advantage of her, forcing her to her knees in exchange for being kept safe from her bullies?”
“I don’t know what-” the words are cut off by a round of coughs. “W-what you’re talking about.” He speaks through the onslaught, pressing his hand to his chest.
“Let me refresh your memory.” Even from where I’m sitting, I can see that his pupils are already blown out from the drugs. Small beads of sweat beginning to form at his hairline and chest. I mean, the man is still sitting there with his cock out. Not that there’s much of it but still, he should put it away.
This shouldn’t take too long. That way I can clean everything up, remove any trace of myself and still make it to the study group in time. I’m filled with rage, I want to stab him to death, cut his obese little body up in to tiny pieces and leave him scattered around the house for when the police arrive.
However, I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that. Not really. I want to watch him suffer, to watch him deteriorate, just like he watched her. I want to watch the panic form on his face the same way he did hers every single time.
“She came to you for help, and what did you do?” I wait for his answer. Taking in a deep breath, I cross my leg over my knee,watching his face become redder by the second as he begins to claw at his chest.
“If you’re starting to feel dizzy, that’s the Fentanyl. Don’t worry too much though it will be over soon.” Sticking his fingers down his throat he vomits over the side of the leather chesterfield. The dark brown liquid from the whiskey splattering on the cream carpet. “There’s no need to ruin the carpet. Also, being sick won’t help,” I pick the invisible lint from my dress. “I injected it into your bloodstream, you can’t vomit that up. So, if you could be quiet for a moment, we could have this talk.”
“You’re s-sick.” he chokes out. His words hoarse and I can already hear the panicked tones latching on to every single word he manages to get out.
“You sexually assaulted her. Continuously. For eight months.” He laughs then with what little energy he has left and my face drops.
“I didn’t give her anything she didn’t want.”
“She wanted help and you saw that as an opportunity to touch her, fuck her and ruin her innocence. You may not have fucked her with the button mushroom you call a dick but forcing her to her knees is the same thing.”
“It’s no different than what-” The coughing takes over and he tries to stand up, wabbling on his feet I watch as he falls to the floor.
“What?” Cupping my hand to my ear, I lean forward slightly. “Sorry, can you repeat that, I didn’t quite hear you.” With sweat coating his face and dripping to the end of his nose. He rolls over onto his back and grasps his arm.
“Oh… my… Please… help me.”
“Look at you.” I stand from the couch, placing a leg either side of him as I crouch down and sit on his chest. His breathing is sporadic now.
“You’ll never… get away… with this.” The words tight in his throat, he doesn’t even believe his own words.
“Oh, no?” Raising my eyebrows, I lean in, my forearms resting on my knees. “Tell that to Francesa Lopez, you wouldn’t believe how easy she was to kill.”
There it is.
His eyes widen in realisation that he’s not about to make it out of this. That he will in fact die here. And I have front row seats to the performance of a lifetime. Watching ever so calmly as the Fentanyl takes effect and brings on the heart attack.
“The best thing about this, they’ll never know. By the time you’re found in three days, the opioid will be out of your system and on tox reports, they don’t check for synthetics. This will just be a sad state of affairs. I can see it now,” I hold my hands up in front of me. “Joseph Chambers, Dean of Admissions at Brown University, dead of suspected heart attack.” I sigh in happiness.
Leaning forward again, I watch as he struggles to breathe, the blood vessels in his eyes popping as the attack to his heart takes over.
“This was the least you deserved,” I whisper. “Too bad you won’t be here to see the rest.” Joseph releases his last breath and stills underneath me. “I expected more.” I screw up my face. “Just going to clean everything up and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Pressing my hands to my knees, I push to stand and step over the dead body. Humming a happy tune, as I make my way into the kitchen in search of cleaning products.
The Shadow
Watching Ashley walk around the university like she didn’t just kill two people in the space of a week is jarring. Since hiding that girl’s body, Ashley’s all I’ve been able to think about. So much so, that it’s given me a constant migraine ever since. I haven’t been able to stop watching her. I’m there as she walks to class, when she takes her nightly run -which is fucking dangerous by the way- and I’m even there when she showers.
It’s crazy. I’ve never been this obsessed with being everywhere someone is before. It’s like, the harder I try to ignore her, the more my brain won’t allow it. It’s like I’m in a constant state of denial. I want her, but I don’t want to kill her. As of this moment, I’m watching her walk out of a fucking restaurant with a guy.
She’s on a fucking date and I can’t stand it. I’ve had to patiently sit here while he’s had his grubby little hands all over her perfect body. All over what belongs to me. The sex in the forest last week was fucking incredible and I haven’t been able to get my mind off it since it happened.
The way her soaking wet pussy sucked in every single inch of my cock, the way her breathy moans sounded in the silence and darkness of the woods. The way her whimpers tortured me,having me second guess killing her. No woman has ever had this effect on me before, living or dead for that matter. I can’t work out what it is about Ashley that has basically halted my desire to kill.
