Page 29 of Bake the Town Red

His wide eyes tell me I’m right.

As if I need his approval.

I’ve been stalking him. I saw what I saw.

He made his wife and daughter cry.

I’m here to end it.

Going to the police would have been a waste of time. Gunner is just another Al. Just another lowlife who can bullshit his way out of jail. Besides, killing him myself is much more entertaining.

“Help,” he screams. “Help me. Someone, help.”

Of course. Sweet Mary and Joseph, do they all have to be this predictable?

“Soundproof.”Tap, tap, tap. I bump on his nose again. He keeps on screaming. “No one’s coming, dummy.”

No one but Tyler, maybe, who was still outside when I ushered Gunner in.

Tyler.

Since Gunner is bound to the chair and can’t hurt me, I let my mind wander. Funny, how I had my pussy licked before Ihad my first kiss. Unconscious oral, sure. Still oral. Tyler had his tongue on me. His lips. A lot.

Fuck, I don’t even wipe myself for hours after I’m back from his apartment. I rub my fingers on my juices and his saliva on my skin. Push them back inside me. Make him a part of me.

Kissing him? I haven’t dared to do that. I’ve been waiting for him to do it for real.

Holding back has been a struggle. But at least I get to visit him when he’s not visiting me.

He started doing it when I was nineteen. The first time I caught him, I almost shanked him. Then I smelled the faint hint of his cologne and heard the wordslittle savagecoming out of his mouth. Strained. Choked. Desperate.

His visits aren’t random; I’ve learned with time.

My sleuth and stalker loves his patterns and has a few of his own. Every last day of the month, he creeps up to my place.

Other than September and October.

In September, Tyler never leaves his apartment at night. Doesn’t come visit me.

My guess is, he’s preparing himself for October. Or he’s trying to convince himself to stay away from me.

Doesn’t work.

October will forever be our month.

He can’t help how the fact I’m killing people gets him hard. I’m awake for some of it, for his grunts and all the cum that he empties on me. Other nights, I’m not. On the mornings after, I only get to lick his orgasm off my lips or my belly.

Soon, hopefully, I’ll get to have him awake.

“I’m going to kill you, bitch.” Gunner spits in my face again, ripping me away from my sweet, sweet thoughts.

“Rude. You’ll pay for that.” My evil cackle echoes in the soundproofed room. “For barging into my happy place.”

“What the hell are you talking ab—”

He doesn’t get to finish. I grip him by his chin and bottom lip and pull down, hard. The heavy-duty scissors on the metal table next to me are within reach. I wield them with one hand.

They shine bright under the dim lights of my punishment chamber.

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