Page 26 of Blood and Sand

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

Yes…yes. It’s time. Take her! Take her!

She was such a beautiful woman. I ran my finger down her jawline. Right complexion, similar features. The hair wasn’t the same, but close enough.

“Such a fucking waste.”

Just do it! Why wait? One…Two…Three…Four...do not want her. She looks like OURS, but she’s just like the rest.

“Stop talking!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the cinderblock walls of the basement. I hoped they would obey for once. I couldn’t work when they talked to me. Too distracting. Too much pressure. She may end up like the rest.

Her eyes remained closed despite my outburst. Silence. Just what I liked. She was silent, and so were they.

Her plump lips, I wanted to taste. Her beautiful pussy, I wanted to fuck. But I restrained myself. I had a job to do.

I took the jute rope and weaved it around her body, tightly binding her curvy frame to perfection. When she woke, she wouldn’t be able to move due to the bindings, and the paralytic I gave her wouldn’t allow her to speak.

Precious silence.

My cock hardened at the thought.

Forty-five minutes later, I finished the pattern, weaving the infinity symbol with the ropes at the end. All that was missing washer.

Her eyes fluttered, and I clapped my hands, excited for what was next.

Great! She’s waking up.

I brushed a strand of her coily hair away from her face, and her eyes popped open. They weren’t like Dana’s, but none of the women’s eyes were. They were all replacements for the real thing.

Fear and tears filled her beautiful dark eyes. Exactly what I craved. I closed my eyes, relishing in the shiver of pleasure running down my spine.

I pulled my cock from my jeans and fisted it, the red tip already glistening. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a tear trickled down her beautiful dark skin, sending a sensation straight through me. Pumping my cock, I relished in the power and excitement moving through me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I licked her tears away. “You’re not the one I’m after, but you’ll help me get her.”

Her tears fell faster, and I fucking loved it. My eyes rolled back, and fire rose from the soles of my feet and covered my entire body in nothing but pure bliss as my orgasm took over.

“Dana,” I whispered while ropes of cum landed on my hand and the concrete floor.

I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and focused on the beautiful, terrified woman in front of me. I pushed my cock inside my pants and walked over to the table sitting against one of the walls of my basement. I picked up a couple of wet wipes, walked back to the woman, wiped her face clean of my saliva, then cleaned my hands and tossed them in the metal trash bin sitting beside the table.

I thought about what I wanted to do first. She was already prepared, and it was only a matter of time before they knew she was missing. But I was tired of waiting. I needed Dana now.

I walked back to the woman restrained so beautifully. I could only imagine how sexy the natural fibers of the jute would look against Dana’s skin.

“Shall we get ready?” I asked, picking up the burner phone and dialing the police department.

I waited, fingering a coil of the woman’s hair. After the third ring, someone finally answered.

Chapter nine

Dr. Dana LaCroix

“Rey,Idon’tbelievethis is necessary. I’m your consultant, not a victim,” I complained as he walked me into his precinct headquarters.

Of course, after Amir had shown up this morning with news that the hotel security footage was a bust, Rey had insisted I come along with him to the office. No matter how much I told him it was ridiculous and that I was safe at home, he refused to budge.

“We have to let Cap know, Dana,” he squeezed my hand, “especially since you have no choice but to inform the higher-ups in the FBI that one of their own is being targeted by a serial killer.”

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