x Proceed With Caution x
“Remember me, darling? The petite little thing that you drugged until I could no longer scream? The victim beneath the power of your calloused fingertips?
Do you remember me? A writhing mess underneath your rippled body? Didn’t you see the stains of mascara upon my freckled cheeks from the tears I shed as you abused me?
Do you remember, love? How you took full control of the sticky situation. Of me. How you turned me into your little toy; a puppet for you to tug the strings upon?
Do you remember me now? As I ransack your mind to find the darkest depths of every aspect that made you a psychotic murderer? As I pick at the memories of you killing me?
Do you remember?
You do. I can tell, as the fear in your eyes are sure proof that you’re awaiting for my very own revenge. You remember as you stripped me of my innocence, and my life. How you took everything away from me, for a love that I fell so helplessly into.
You remember, and dammit, darling.
I will remember as I murder you.”
Whispered words caressed his eardrums with a vibration that followed the voices that flooded the air. Her presence was not felt, but oh, he heard her. He smelled her as that intoxicating aroma of vanilla pierced the very room he had settled in for the night. Upon that bed he laid; stripped of clothing, besides the boxer briefs that he had tugged on after a quick release to a pretty little doll that invaded his mind.
Little did he know that the images that tore through his fantasies would soon revert to the sociopath that had now come back for revenge. He heard that voice in the aspects of his mind, felt her breath upon his skin, and so suddenly the dipping of the bed as her petite little frame straddled his hips.
A sinister grin spread across burgundy lips as her thighs pressed to either side of his own. There was fear sketching itself across his horror-stricken face, which had truly been the epitome of a nightmare that forever haunted her very mind after her recent return a few months back.
“No, no, darling. Do not hide yourself from me.”
He had attempted to shove himself back into the confines of his boxers, but a delicate hand had swiftly stopped such a thing. Manicured nails – shaped like daggers to her preference – ever so softly brushed along the inside of his wrist.
“H-how…?” He stuttered out.
“So adorable, my love.” Her head canted to the side; those darkened eyes being met with the reflection of the moonlight itself as it dipped through the curtains that danced with the wind. “Your face it utterly priceless. Sort of how I most definitely looked when you proved yourself to me.”
He was silent. Unable to speak. Seemed like the sociopath had caught his tongue, and not the cat. Leaning down, he felt her frame upon his. The fabric of that skin-tight dress leaving little to no imagination to what his sea-blue gaze had once looked upon months ago.
“Tell me, darling. Do you remember?”
No response. Just parting lips of surprise, and eyes widening with fear. Yes, she had come back from the dead. A Death that he forced upon her with the slit of her throat, and the exposure of a whore beneath the blanketing snow in the middle of nowhere.
A manicured nail ghosted over the side of his neck. Above the artery that pumped full of blood. He writhed beneath her, but even with that petite frame of hers, he would not be so lucky in getting her off. Not in a matter that he had hoped.
“I-I remember.” Stuttered words, and his hands rested upon the mattress beneath.
Her tongue flicked out across painted lips as she soon sat up. “Good, darling. I want you to remember. Think you can get off on that?” He was felt with curling hands wrapping dangerously around his exposure. “Like all the times you had before murdering me, and leaving my naked body to freeze in the blizzard? Did you think they wouldn’t have found me? That they wouldn’t have come across my dead body once it all melted away?”
A gasp flitted from his lips, but not of fear. Of unfortunate pleasure that coursed through him; unwanted. It was an involuntary reaction to wandering hands.
“See, you have gotten off on that. On the kill. On slitting my very throat without hesitancy. On the blood that soaked your hands. On the fact you gave me one…last…rodeo despite the fact I was lifeless beneath you. Truly, love, you are sickening. Despicable. A man who shouldn’t exist.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Once more, she was leaning down. Onyx hues staring into deep-sea ones. He could float atop of this tragedy with a flailing determination to survive it, but sure enough, he will sink.
Sink into the depths of murder itself.
“P-please. Don’t do this.”
That sinister grin once more curled upon her lips at the words. Where had she heard them before? Ah, right. From her very own mouth. The words had rolled off her tongue as she begged for mercy before he took her over and over again, and killed her out of his own revenge.
“I am sure Arden will be very happy to toy with you down below, my love.”
His eyes widened. Down below. Toy. “Sh-she’s dead?”
“Mhm..” A pause, and then the flicker of metal could be seen within the intruding moonlight. “And so will you.”
A cry pierced the air; laced with a gasp of pain as her blade dug deep into his abdomen. Sinking into the depths of flesh, blood, muscle, and intestine. However, there was a sound of pleasure, too. One that flitted from her own lips as he was taken into her. Sunken deep into her very own depths.
“How does it feel, darling? To be used as you slowly die? As the blood seeps from you? As I take the reigns this time?”
He deserved this, and she’d be damned if she didn’t make him remember why.
– Grand Rapids, Michigan – July 2015 –
– 3rd murder – Second with the same M.O. –