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Fuck, she got my blood racing.
At first, it was arousal as I watched her finger herself, use a dildo—or sometimes acucumberbefore eating it. Men were sick like that. They wanted to see a woman do the dirtiest things imaginable because it turned them on.
At first, I didn’t pay for Daisy to do things, I’d only watch. Watching was my thing, but over the weeks, men—or maybe women too—would ask her to fuck her ass with … well,anything, but the bitch never accepted any money for anal play. Anal play was off limits toher.
How could Daisy Witt be a porn star and not doanal?
She couldn’t, and I was going to prove it to her. Therefore, I moved her up on the list. She still had her #9 on the back of her plaque. Woodworking was a hobby of mine, and when I found a good woman to watch, I immediately made my signature keepsake with her number on the back.
I’d picked Sunday night because her roommate would be out—she was always at her boyfriend’s place—and I was hopeful by the time Daisy was discovered, Detective Valor would be assigned to the case.
I liked the little game I had planned for him and Reagan. I had yet to give Reagan the wood plaque I’d made for her, but that would happen soon. They’d put black tape over Reagan’s webcam, and I couldn’t watch them anymore. I could still hear them through the computer, and I knew that Detective Valor was taking her on a ride-along. That would give me plenty of time to get into her condo and hang up my keepsake for her.
I had no intention of making Reagan a victim. She seemed like a good woman from what I’d seen so far. I just wanted to fuck with Detective Valor, and what better way than to make them think she was next?
Iwas in control, not ChicagoPD.
Daisy had the same routine every time she went live. Beforehand, she’d take a shower, pour herself a vodka and cranberry, and then wait for coins to come in. I assumed the alcohol made her loosen up. Not enough for analapparently.
That was going tochange.
Letting myself in with the key I’d made from my 3D printer—the same way I had with Amy—I slipped inside the dark living room. After closing the door and locking it behind me, I moved inside quietly. Walking past the kitchen, I noticed the bottle of Absolut sitting on the counter, waiting to be mixed with cranberry juice. I knew that Daisy poured herself a drink after her shower because she’d slip out of her bedroom while she was logged into her porn site and would come back with her drink while people logged in and waited for her, so I put the Rohypnol in the vodka bottle and in the cranberry juice. I didn’t know how much it would take given she was going to drink from both bottles, but I’d put three pills in both, hoping it would be enough and she wouldn’tstruggle.
I knew others would be watching, so I brought a black ski mask with me. I didn’t want to take the chance of another hacker being able to log into her computer because they wanted to watch for free like me. The problem was, I had to wait until she was done with her show or passed out. I couldn’t slip into her room and wait in her closet because I knew that her webcam showed the door, and I didn’t want someone to tell her that I was waiting. The thought of giving her ass play while her fans watched, turned me on, and the thought of killing her while they watched made my heart beat fast inexcitement.
I just had to wait for the drug to kick in, and then I was going to make my fantasy myreality.
It didn’t take long for me to hear her slurring, and I knew it was time. Slipping in, I slid a ball gag over her mouth. I hoped the audience thought this was some sort of fetish and wouldn’t tip off the cops about what I was doing. It wouldn’t take much time for them to track her IP address and find out where she lived if someone reported it to the porn site. I wanted Detective Valor on the case—it was his jurisdiction, but from what I’d heard and seen through Reagan’s webcam, he didn’t usually work weekends.
After I tore Daisy’s ass up with the head of the empty vodka bottle, I logged her out of the porn site and moved her passed out body to the couch. Daisy moaned around the ball gag and then tried to scream as I let all of my built-up rage out by stabbing her repeatedly until she wasdead.
Daisy Witt - #9
Once my breathing returned to normal, I changed my gloves and stripped out of my clothes and changed into clean ones I had brought with me in a duffle bag. Before I left, I placed Daisy’s wood plaque on the fireplace and then slipped out into the dead ofnight.
Murder was such arush.
After Reagan got done with classes for the day, I drove to her place to pick her up for the ride-along. I let myself in with my key and saw her sitting at her desk, laptop open, more than likely finishing her homework before the real excitement began.
“Need help?” I leaned down and pressed my lips tohers.
“Nope. Almost done.”
I slid the NDA next to her. “Sign this when you’re done and then the fun begins.”
“What are we doing tonight for the ride-along?”
“Shawn and I need to follow-up with a few witnesses about a shooting that happened yesterday.”
“I get to watch you interrogate people?”
I chuckled slightly and kissed the side of her head. “No. These aren’t suspects.”
She sighed. “Oh.”
“I’m sure we’ll have fun, though.” I didn’t think my job wasfun, but I knew people who went on ride-alongs loved them because they got a glimpse into our world. I felt that way when I would go with my dad before I became a cop. Given the excitement Reagan was already expressing, I knew she would havefun.
She quickly finished her homework while I snacked on chips and salsa. Then she signed the NDA, and we left to pick up Shawn back at the station.
