Searching, probing and slick, her killer's hands held her transfixed; her body shuddered, dry moans escaping her parched throat. Like a puppet on a string she reacted to his insatiable hunger, which rolled over her in a wave of pain and pleasure, her stomach clenched as her back arched painfully in response to his movements, her head lolling back as she murmured through her confusion, "No".

"Stop"

Tongue flicked where no one had ever been, her hands grasping and twisting, futilely against the weight of his that held her down. Secrets whispered down her thighs, collected on return with butterfly kisses, her head pounded, "Please, no…"

"Please…."

Pinning her arms with one of his, he pulled himself higher, breathing down upon her; her eyes begged him to stop. Leering, he leaned over and kissed deeply, tasting herself she gagged. Tears welled at her eyes, fear flashing through the hazel hollows; he breathed her scent as he brushed her neck with his lips, and she started to sob.

"Please, don't"

Pushing to where was once sacrosanct; he took her roughly, his hand muting her screams. Tearing through flesh never pierced till this moment, he drove himself deeper. She bucked against him, her lithe body sleek with sweat, further enhancing his excitement. His eyes gleamed with madness as he licked across her throat, bitter fantasies springing to light.

"… stop…"

Teeth sinking to her flesh, she fought against him, pounding against her mercilessly he sighed, now she was beginning to piss him off. Without a break in momentum, he reached for his bag; the gun lay just in sight, the dull metal beckoning him to take it in his hands, clasping the gun tightly he listened to her screams for a moment as they resounded round the room.

"Please… stop.. I'll do anything.."

Her voice trailed into screams fuelled by her terror, he rolled his eyes, clicking the safety off he pointed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger.

" ….. "

Her body slammed back off the floor, and for a second, his thrusts paused, as if the fact she was really dead was registering with his brain, with a slight shrug he resumed. With both hands free now, he explored her body; his mouth secured firmly at her throat, gnawing at the flesh, blood finally welling on the pallid gash, he sucked at it, like a child suckling on his mother's breast.

Gushing forth inside the carcass, he let out a audible sigh of indescribable happiness, his teeth went into spasm round her throat, blood spilling force into his mouth and down his face and he collapsed onto the corpse, which was still warm and wet beneath him. He fingered her tenderly, relishing in the afterglow of sex.

".. messy.."

He climbed to his feet shakily, his eyes drinking in the scene at his feet; her clothes were ripped to shreds, the wounds standing out prominently on her neck and forehead, brains soaking into the carpet; he sighed, have to clean her up. Heading to the kitchen, he returned with duct tape and a roll of bin bags, working fast and steady, he wrapped her in the black shrouds of death and carried her outside.

In the evening chill and calm, he dug. Four foot under and a hard toil later, she was gone. Stumbling back inside, stripping off, he smiled. The perfect evening, good sex and as per usual, he'd gotten away with murder….

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