Page 2 of Killer Peep Show
I don’t know what happened after hearing that, I just know I came to and he was on the ground. That’s a lie, I know what happened. He used my trigger word and I’m sure I went crazy.
“Well fuck,” Hammond says, starting his clean-up.
“I’m sorry,” because I am. I wish I didn’t kill, but I can’t help it. On the bright side, the world is down one douchebag.
Hammond
I start my clean-up, it’s what I’m paid to do. Meryl knows exactly what happens in her tent and I was hired to make those problems disappear. I’m only here because I was told to keep an eye on her. A detective is onto her or so he thinks and I’m supposed to let him know if or when she kills. I haven’t given him shit. Why? Because he’s her ex. What he did to her should land him in prison, except he’s still walking around. I know he’s getting agitated with me. The same goes for me. I did come here with the intent to do the job he sent me here for, but after a while, I just couldn’t do it. I fell in love. I just haven’t told her. What sucks, even more, is that I have to listen to men fuck her almost every night. I get my turn every once in a while; we share the same bed. But I think I’m in the friend zone. Not that we’ve ever defined our relationship.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. She can’t help it when she kills. It’s a trigger from her past that sends her into a frenzy. She doesn’t even realize what’s happened until after. I try to make her see that she’s doing the world a service, taking out a douchebag or asshole. Most of the men she sees are cheaters or abusers. Since they can’t get away with it in the outside world, they use her to get out their aggression. Many times, she’s been black and blue.
“It’s alright. Go take a shower. Make sure to pour bleach and lie down the drain afterward.”
“Thank you,” she rushes off.
“Another one?” Meryl pokes his head in.
“Yep,” I nod as I pull out a tarp to wrap the body in.
“Well fuck.”
“Maybe you should tell them when they make their payment not to use pet names,” I suggest.
“Where is the fun in that?” He jokes. He had to clean up the first couple of bodies. He keeps his mouth shut because Joelle brings in more money than the other girls combined. She knows how to work her body and her mouth.
“You don’t care?”
“Nope. One less asshole in the world. You need help?”
“Nah, I got this,” I hoist the body over my shoulder and head to the truck. No one will ever find this body. I’m that good at my job.
I head down the road to a block of trees and start shoveling. I shovel until the hole is taller than me and I’m over 6’5”. I toss the body in and pour lye on it, setting it on fire for good measure and let it go for a bit before pouring the dirt back on. I make sure to pack it in and then scatter leaves and branches over the top so it looks like the wind blew it there. Satisfied I head back to the circus.
I find her sitting on her bed, reading glasses on and a book in her hand. She travels with a shit load of books, most of them first editions and expensive.
“Hey,” I step inside the tent and strip my shirt off.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats.
“It’s okay. I took care of it. I’m going to shower and then we can watch a movie,” I tell her before stepping into her shower. Another perk of Joelle’s. I rinse the dirt and grime off of my body before pouring bleach down the drain. Can never be too careful.
I towel off and wrap the towel around my waist and head into her bedroom part. She’s watching some old western, curled up in a ball.
I toss the towel onto a chair and crawl in bed beside her, pulling her closer, kissing the top of her head.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Anytime. You know I would do anything for her,” I tell her. I would die for her, but I don’t tell her that. If her ex had enough to charge her, I would fall on that sword.
Joelle comes across as a confident woman, but really, she’s a scared little girl and I’m here to make sure she’s protected. Fuck her ex.
“You need a release?” I ask her.
“No, but it seems like you do,” she says softly, taking my huge cock in her small hand and stroking.
“You don’t have to do that,” I groan as I lay my head back and enjoy.
“I want to,” she says as she scoots down until my cock is in her face. She takes me in slowly, almost excruciatingly. Pleasure and pain all at once.
