Page 66 of Caution Tape

Cora’s is simpler, more direct. Smeared in clown makeup and terrifying someone before killing them.

Hot.

A little theatrical but fine.

It was easy to find their names after a quick Google search of their address. They’re the type to review local restaurants. Lorrie Parker has lots of opinions on dessert options at “Sweet Eats Cheesecakes” and Colton Parker is “in love” with the craft beer at “Battered and Brews.”

Most of my reasons for killing people are arbitrary. But we’ll be doing the world a service by butchering the woman who left a one-star review at a medical clinic because “my nurse had way too many tattoos to be professional.”

The Parker residence had lights on at ten o’clock, but by eleven thirty they were out. The house looms dark before us, and Cora begins to open her door. She’s gripping a small hand axe she found somewhere in Michael’s garage, and I eye it warily.

“Stay in the car,” I order.

“No, let’s go. They’re asleep.”

I extend my arm across her chest like I’m braking hard at a stoplight. For a moment, there’s a feral, venomous look on her face and I worry she’s about to bite me. “Calm. Down. Give them time to fall asleep.”

She closes the door with a feral growl and settles back into her seat. The skirt she’s wearing has ridden up around her hips and I can’t help but stare. She makes no move to fix it, and instead glares out of the windshield, ignoring me.

She’s bored, I can tell.

My hand is still across her chest but now I lower it to her lap. She glances at me, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

“Spread your legs.”

“I thought we were waiting until we got inside—“

Stop talking. Do as you’re told.”

She clicks her tongue but does it, lifting her knee over the center console and propping herself up higher in the seat. “What, now you’re going to finger me like we’re in high school?”

My hand drifts down and begins rubbing the fabric of the thin purple panties she’s wearing. She groans and shifts her hips, holding onto my forearm, the axe still clutched in her hand. The blade is turned slightly and digs into my skin, but I don’t mind.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to them, Cora.”

“What?” she breathes, flustered.

My hand begins moving faster. “Tell me how you’re going to kill them.”

“Jesus… okay… I’m going to… I want you to tie them to the bed.”

“Yeah? Good girl, keep going.”

“Then I want you to pull the man’s eyelids back, waking him up as I stuff a rag into his mouth so he can’t make a sound.”

I use my fingers to nudge her panties to the side, the seam of the fabric brushing against her clit. Her hand turns into a fist as she drops the axe and punches the side of the car door.

“I’ll be the first thing he sees. I’ll see the fear hit his eyes as he realizes what I am. Whatweare.”

“What are we, Cora?” My hand curls around her pussy, working slowly back and forth in short, horizontal bursts.

“We’re a nightmare.”

My dick grows in my pants as I laugh. “A little bit. How are we going to kill them?”

“Nolan,” she whimpers. “Move your hand faster, please.”

“Nope. Not until you tell me how you’re going to kill him.”

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