Page 3 of Craved By You
Did I take it a bit too far?Maybe.
But I had a taste for blood, so it made sense to me - to take care of two problems in one shot, er…stab - making sure that theywould never hurt anyone again and remaining true to myself that I would never harm anyone who didn’t deserve it. Luckily for me, there was a plethora of people out there who deserved what they had coming. It was just a matter of tracking them and having the time to figure out their lives and the right moment to strike between my busy schedule.
Lucky for me, I’m the lead singer of a band and from what I can tell, people find me attractive. Whether it’s my tattoos, deep voice, or maybe they are just little sluts for those who are in a band and want to be able to say that they fucked the lead guitarist of Vore Ritual. Personally, I think Chris is hotter, but no one throws themselves at him the way they do me. Maybe it’s the mask.
Christopher Bates, who we often call ‘Master’ because of his last name, was my best friend and the guitarist in our band. We came together and started Vore Ritual about ten years ago, and I’m certain he’d be appalled to know the activities I engage in outside of our practices and performances. Though, I’d put money down that there are things he is hiding, too.
Astrid.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Lucky for me, I had managed to hack into their system so that I could have Chris do some schedule rearranging to ensure that I was able to meet her before our next gig. He never seemed to question what I did anymore which was helpful.
The salon really needs to update its internet security. That had been almost too easy.
My appointment was tomorrow, and my goal was to get in and out smoothly without her suspecting anything.
I got up and walked over to my freezer, sorting through my breakfast options for the morning. “Looks like you’re my date for breakfast.” I glanced over the package, realizing that I had forgotten to label it with the victim’s name. “Oh well, it looks like you were easy to forget, which is exactly what you’ll be like once I have my appointment with Astrid.”
My mom had always taught me not to play with my food, but there was something about torturing these people before they went into the darkness that I couldn’t resist.
That woman was a saint. I glanced up at the photo of her hanging on my fridge. It was the only picture I had found while cleaning up after her funeral. Mom was always so happy, so carefree. Until the day that I came home from high school and found her dead, murdered in cold blood by her bitch of a girlfriend, Dawn.
That day my entire life shifted.
??I knew Dawn was abusive, but mom wouldn’t let me say or do anything. She was in denial. If I would have done something she would probably still be here and I wouldn’t be out here committing my own crimes of passion. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams, anything like this would happen, or how I would react to it.
Just like any eighteen-year-old, who loved his mother, would do, I killed Dawn before she saw me coming, otherwise I was probably on her list too. The look on her face when the meat mallet made the connection with her skull? Priceless and will forever be ingrained in my mind.
It took me no time to use the training I had obtained working for the butcher at the meat market. It had been a few months since I had quit, but the things I learned while working therewere out of this world. I just never imagined that it would lead to the life that I was currently living.
I was a loner. I didn’t have friends at the time. I didn’t have a job or money, and my mom didn’t have anything to leave me besides the house. I needed a place to live, I had to eat, and I couldn’t go to jail for murder.
That day, I got blood on my hands and then I learned how to season it to perfection.
Chapter 3
Astrid
Yesterday was a blur. I couldn’t get him out of my mind, almost as if he had somehow cast a spell over me with those icy blue eyes. I was a sucker for tattoos and piercings and aside from his perfectly placed facial piercings, I just knew that he was covered in ink from neck to toe. There was a vibe about him and I couldn’t wait to get him in my chair.
I stood in front of the mirror and fluffed out my teal hair.
Haileigh waltzed over. “Someone is looking a bit nervous,” she said, giggling as she nudged me with her elbow a little harder than expected in my ribs. “It couldn’t have anything to do with Mister Hottie Pants, could it?” I tried to deny it but my cheeks told a different story based on the light blush that came over them.
“I’m fine,” I lied as I wrung my hands together, realizing that in my rush to get into work today I had forgotten to set up my station. “I’m just… distracted.”
Haileigh rolled her eyes at me. “Well, you better get undistracted because look who’s here.”
I gulped and tossed my head back so I could stare at the ceiling, hoping a few deep breaths would help me get my shit together before I walked up front to meet with my new client.
Colt.
As soon as I saw him and got ready to call him to the back, my stomach filled with butterflies, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
I hadn’t been with anyone since my ex-girlfriend, Janice. After her mom had passed away, she turned to drinking to help ease her pain, and with that, she became more and more aggressive with me. Before she and I met, I had worked with local photographers as a boudoir and nude model; it helped me build my confidence after my divorce.
Janice didn’t approve though. She never approved of anything that interested me.
