Page 1 of Run Little Killer
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LENNON
"Yes! Almost there," I moan, grinding my pussy against Chad’s pubic bone while chasing the sweet rapture of release. My palms splay across his chest as I lift my hips and slam down, taking him as deep as I can. It’s been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t from my fingers alone, and nothing– not even creepy Chad– will stop me from getting it.
Our gazes connect right before his heavy lidded eyes roll back in his head and his mouth hinges open with a silent scream.
"Hey!" I snap, cracking my palm across his cheek as I circle my hips eagerly. "Wake the fuck up, you piece of shit! I'm not finished yet."
He coughs, dick twitching inside me with each seize of his body. Fisting the fabric of his shirt in one hand, I throw my head back, panting, "Yes! That's it!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" I mock, sliding the fingers of my free hand down between my thighs to rub circles against my clit. “The whole reason you came in here tonight? Huh?”
I'm so close.
Chad mumbles an incoherent response as my eyes slip shut. I pick up my pace, riding him harder and faster until my legs start to quake with my impending release.
I keep going as it crashes over me, letting the slight curve of his average dick coax me through each wave of my orgasm. Then my body stills, a sated sigh slipping from my lips as I crack my eyes open to see the vacant expression settling across Chad's features.
"Thanks for that," I quip, patting him on the chest before easing myself off him.
Adjusting my panties, I catch a glimpse of the clock above the bathroom mirror.Shit, I've got five minutes until Darlene is back from her smoke break and only five more after that before she comes looking for creepy Chad.Time to go.
Pushing to my feet, I pull my sweats up over my hips, folding the waistband twice to make them snug. After tugging the matching crewneck on overhead, I crouch down and check Chad’s pockets, searching for the reason I gave into his advances. Don’t get me wrong, the dick was decent, but after almost a year here, my standards are damn near non-existent.
Bingo.
As I'm fishing the keyring out, he raises his hand, fingers outstretched toward mine, feebly trying to curl around my wrist. He moans low in his throat as he coughs again, speckles of crimson splattering my sleeve.
"Ew!" I hiss as I bend down, reaching for the scalpel lodged in the side of his neck. It makes a squelching sound as I twist and pull it free. Warm blood sprays out across my skin as I fully sever his carotid. Twirling the little blade I stole in front of his face, I feign a pout.
"Sorry, Chad,” I taunt, a sarcastic laugh slipping out. “It's not me, it'syou."
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I drive the knife into the other side of his neck, a sickening snap sounding as the blade pierces through the skin. When I draw my hand back, blood gushes from the wound. His hands scrabble, a sudden last burst of energy driving him to try and stop my motions as I repeat them. Once, twice, and with the third, I leave the scalpel jutting out from his crimson coated skin.
Chad gurgles, body convulsing as blood continues to pour from his mouth and neck. It soaks his collar, running down the front of his pale blue scrubs and pooling out around him on the white tile. With one final strangled breath, his head lolls to the side, arms dropping to the floor and a calm sense of satisfaction washing over me.
After a beat, I glance up to check the clock.
Dammit.
I've wasted all but two of my minutes before Darlene will be waddling back to the nurse's station.
My thumbnail traces along the ridges of the keyring as I rise to stand beside Chad’s body. His green eyes stare up at me lifelessly, mouth agape and teeth stained red. I know I should feel a sliver of guilt as I pocket his keycard, but I don’t. He was just another snake in the grass, and this time, I cut off its head before it could strike.
I wasn't the first girl Chad preyed on, but Iwillbe the last.
Muttering one last thanks to his corpse, I cautiously maneuver around him and the puddle of blood sullying my bathroom floor, slipping into the hall.
Unlike the last unit I was in, this one is quiet as I hurry down the dimly lit corridor. No one here screams at all hours of the night, compelling the nurses to keep patrollingwith syringes of sedatives at the ready. Still, I'm careful to be light on my feet so my grippy socks hardly make a sound as I hurry away from my room.
Ms. Davies said the meds seemed to be working and I’d adjusted well enough to be moved into a unit with more privileges as I continued my court-ordered rehabilitation.
Joke’s on them, I stopped taking the drugs weeks ago.
The Clozapine dulled my mind.
Haldol made me tired.
