Page 40 of No, For An Answer
“I hate repeating myself, but seeing as you’re in a predicament, I’ll ask one more time. Is. This. Cashmere?” I pinch the wool and roll it between my fingers.
“Y-yes.”
“Nice…So, the girl you were on a date with tonight. She belongs to me and-”
“Look I don’t want her; you can have her.” Does he really think I’ve tied him up over a woman? I have but that’s beside the point. The main point I’ve come to realise, is that this is the first time in a week I’ve been excited to end someone’s life. And funnily enough, it’s a man.
First time for everything I guess.
Bending down, I wrap my hand around the handle of the machete, I strategically place by his side, removing it from the guard.
“It would seem that mommy and daddy never taught you not to touch things that don’t belong to you.” I steady myself beside him, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Please, wait a second I don’t-”
Lifting the machete above my head, I swiftly bring it down and the blade slices through his left hand in one fell swoop. His screams of pain fill the warehouse as his hand flops to the floor. Blood squirting from his wrist. Closing my eyes, I revel in the sound as it pierces my eardrums, flowing down the entire length of my body.
Coming too, I focus on the other hand and hack that one off too. The squeals coming from his throat remind me of a pig. High pitched. I circle in front of him, watching as he writhes aroundin agony, blood pooling beneath his feet. Snot, tears and sweat covering his face.
“It’s nearly over, just breathe with me.” Usually, all that crap over his face would make me feel sick. I mean even the women I’ve killed don’t look this bad. “Last one big guy.”
Raising the machete again, this time holding it in both hands I slice through the air, aiming the blade to the side of his neck. As the blade travels towards its destination, everything slows down. My brain engaging with the action as though I’m in slow motion.
I watch as his eyes widen, and in that moment, time stops. I watch as the blade cuts through the skin, the tendons snapping back from the muscle as the metal glides through his neck. Blood spraying everywhere when I pull the blade loose. Sweat building over my entire body as I rain down blow after blow.
When David’s head eventually falls to the ground, I drop the machete to the floor and one of two things register to me as I frantically play with the button and zip on my trousers. One, that was quite possibly the most aggressive and messy murder I’ve ever committed and two, I’m desperately stroking my cock at the sight of David’s headless body in front of me. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life. I’ve never wanted to please myself this way either.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe, incapable of stopping. The angry purple head of my thick shaft staring up at me in as I wank myself silly over David’s dead body. “Oh my god.”
I’m frantic, desperate to come all over the severed neck. Gripping my cock hard, I twist my fist up and down as I continue to fuck myself. The orgasm building in the soles of my feet and rising up my legs, heavier the moment it reaches my stomach. As I step to the left, I accidentally kick the severed head and it rolls back and forth on the floor.
I freeze. Instantly questioning what I’m actually about to do. I bend down and lift David’s head from the floor. Looking around,I check to make sure nobody may have heard the screaming and come by to take a look. The last thing I want anyone to see me do, is fuck a severed head.
Pulling the jaw open, I thread my dick into the hole and sit back onto the chair. Dropping my head back I close my eyes as I begin to move it up and down on my strained shaft. The pain of needing to come is unlike anything I’ve experienced and the quicker I come the quicker I can-
“Fuck that feels good.” The words leave my lips as I begin to pump faster and faster. My head dropping back as my mouth opens and my breaths become heavy. The feel of his lopsided tongue as it hangs from his mouth. The feel of his teeth as they gently drag along the sensitive underside of the veins along my cock.
Knowing I ended this man’s life because he touched the one thing that belongs to me, gives me an understanding of the situation I never thought of before. I imagine it’s Ashleys head that I’m fucking, but that it’s still attached to her body and she’s alive. Images of her on her knees as I choke her to death, while my dick is thrusting in and out of her throat and mouth, fill me with the most sexually charged emotions.
The pressure building behind my eyes as my eyelids shoot open and, in that moment, as I look down into my lap, I realise what I’m doing.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I shout. Launching the decapitated head across the room with a thump as it hits the adjacent wall. Chills run up my spine as the realisation of what I’ve just done hits me. “What the fuck am I doing?”
The bile rises in my throat as the realisation hits me. Fisting my hair, I begin to pace the floor in front of the body before me as the panic settles in my chest and it’s then that I look down and notice my dick hasn’t gone soft.
“What’s wrong with you!? Go down! God damn it!!” I scream at the hardened appendage. “I’m gonna be sick.” Is all I manage to get out, before the vomit practically projectiles from my throat.
Nathan
The body of Francesca was found in a shallow grave, two miles outside of Providence in the early hours of this morning. Coincidentally, by someone on a morning run. I’m currently sitting in my office as two officers ask me questions regarding Fran. Lieutenant Patrick Jones and Lieutenant Angela Mayfield sit across from me. Not only that, but the body of Joseph Chambers was also found this morning.
Suspected heart attack over the weekend. Can’t say I’m really surprised with the way the man eats. Two people. One found, one fresh. All in the space of a few hours of each other and honestly, I’m a little shocked. In the back of my mind, I didn’t think Fran would ever be found. I don’t even think anything other than relief entered my head when I heard she was missing.
The stupid bitch had been blackmailing me for months since our last encounter didn’t end so well and I smacked her across the face a little too hard for her liking. Nothing like Ashley though. She’s different. She takes everything I give her and more. Listening to the way she whimpers with every single touch. The way she accepts my praise like she was made for me.
Perfect.
However, since Joseph’s untimely death, and as per his request, it seems I’ve been appointed acting Dean at this moment in time. So here I sit, looking at the two faces of the officers as they sit across from me. One unbelievably beautiful and the other looking at me as though I murdered the girl. Maybe I should have.
