Page 24 of No, For An Answer
It’s already later than expected and I hate having to rush. I press the blade to the open wound where the knife used to be and begin to move it back and forth. The sound of bone crunching and grinding against the jagged blade is like music to my ears. Her skin tearing jaggedly as she lays there, letting me work in silence.
By the time I’m finished opening the chest, I’m fucking sweating behind my mask. Rummaging back through my things, I find the rib retractor and squeeze in between her ribcage and begin to wind the small handle. My hard cock is straining against the zip of my jeans the more crunching and snapping of bones fills my ears.
I’m going to fuck myself so hard later.
Her chest is open just enough now, so I wrap my hand on one side, slide my black boot against the other and rip it apart. Blood spitting onto me and I groan in pleasure.
“Jules, you naughty, little girl. You lied. You said you weren’t a smoker,” I laugh as I look down at her blackened lungs. “However, the hard on I’m sporting right now is all you baby.” It’s then that I have a thought.
I can’t wait.
Moving from the top of her I lay down beside her, looking up at the stars and smiling.
“This will be my first time with you, Jules. You sounded like a fucking foghorn, but I can’t take it anymore.” With my latex gloves covered in blood I undo the button and zip of my jeans,lifting the elastic waistband of my boxers and wrap a bloodied, hand around my strained and angry cock, working myself up and down.
“Holy fuck, you feel so good.” My eyes flutter closed as the still warm blood coats me, giving me the most sensational feeling against the cold night air.
I need more.
Letting go of my throbbing cock, I rummage around in the open guts of Jules and coat my hand in more blood. Reaching back to myself, I stifle a groan and chuckle at the thought of someone seeing me now.
This random fucking guy, fisting his cock next to a dead body. Not fucking it though. The thought of someone watching pushes me further over the edge as I work myself harder and faster. My moans bleeding out into the night air to anyone who is close enough to hear. In this moment, I don’t care if anyone sees because this is possibly the best wank, I’ve ever given myself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, lifting up my jumper as thick, warm cum squirts all over my chest. That was a lot quicker than usual. Is blood my thing now?
Hmm, interesting. Research might be needed.
“Sorry about that, Jules. How rude of me. Let me get this sorted and I’ll get you covered up.” Righting myself and covering my cum covered chest back up, I get to work. Straddling her again.
“Nowthatis a beautiful heart, Jules. You were holding out on me.” I grab the scalpel again and begin to delicately slice over each of the arteries I can see. Leaving the carotid till last. That one’s my favourite attachment. I get to my feet, still in a crouched position, and wrap both my hands around the muscular organ and in one swift movement, I rip the entire thing from Jules’ chest.
Raising it to the sky like Mufasa did when he showed that little asshole, Simba. I pull the medium sized tupperware box outfrom the bag and neatly place the heart inside, leaving it placed exactly where I usually do.
“Well, Jules, thanks for the date and the wank. It was mesmerising, to say the least,” I laugh as I pack up my belongings. “Thanks for the apparent new kink, too.”
Standing up I make my way back over to the car and check my watch.
Right on time.
I’ve been laying under her bed for the past hour, waiting for the sleeping tablets to kick in. She really needs to be more careful leaving her window unlocked as well as leaving her water on the bedside table and trusting that it’s safe. I’m a depraved bastard and even I wouldn’t trust a floor full of women.
That’s why I take them one by one, when they’re walking alone at night. It’s easier. Anyway, I crushed two tablets into her water. Enough to have her sleepy but not enough to have her completely comatose.
The moment I hear her breath level out and her gentle snore fill the room, I know it’s time. I’m a big guy, so crunching myself into the foetal position is fucking uncomfortable but I did it for her.
I’ve been watching her for the past week, and I’d do anything for her. I don’t know when I became obsessed with Ashley, but what I do know, is what I see in her.
Me.
I drag myself from under her bed as slowly as I can. I’m not exactly sure when her roommate will be back, so I simply click the lock on the door just to be safe. If anyone saw what I’m about to do to Ashley, I’d have to kill them. Ashley doesn’t deserve thatright now. After all, the roommate hasn’t done anything to piss me off… yet.
I’m surprised I actually got here in time after I had to go home, shower and change. Can’t see my girl all messy with someone else on me. I quietly walk over to the double bed, standing above her as I watch her chest rise and fall. The act hypnotising and I find myself caught up in just staring at her. The oversized, grey band t-shirt she’s wearing has risen up over her peachy little ass.
Taking the knife from my back pocket, I press the button on the side and flick the blade from its casing. I take a step forward, stilling as the floorboard creaks under my black boot. My eyes going from the floor and back to her.
Nothing.
I slide the tip of the blade up the hem of the t-shirt and lift it, groaning as I realise, she has no underwear on.
