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Authors: Adriana Hunter,Carmen Cross

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Fear shot into her belly. Her distrust of
authority spiraled up, as did her realization that she was a
criminal with a newly expunged record and a very precarious
future.

She decided to play along but only so she
could escape. Thinking quickly, she nearly spat out the words, “I
need to use the bathroom.”


There are no
windows.”

She gaped at him. “What?”


Trust me,
okay?”


I can’t.” The note of
hysteria in her voice told him all he needed to know, she wasn’t
making it up, she had seen something, whether that turned out to be
what she thought it had been was up for debate but he had a hunch
and his gut was rarely wrong.

Sophie darted off the couch and through the
large double doors. She had meant to seek out a secondary exit but
instead she stood transfixed at the scene in front of her.

A large open space spread before her, on the
sides, close to the walls, were strange X-shaped pieces of
furniture made out of heavy wood. People were standing up on the
small boards that sat at the end of those X’s, their arms up and
shackled to the highest points. Chains glinted in the dimness.
Heavy bass laden music thudded and beat from the speakers, down the
center of the room stood spanking benches, some of them occupied.
Naked flesh was everywhere, women dressed in scanty outfits and men
wearing leather milled about watching the other people play. She
walked forward, drawn irresistibly to the action.

Kane had to yank her back, a whip cracked
through the space her face had just been, she jumped at the loud
crack as it sang through the air. She whirled and found herself
looking at a table. A young blonde woman was on it, she had been
positioned so that she was flat on her back, her ankles and wrists
were encircled by leather cuffs, each attached to a long silver
loop of chain.

She was naked, her tawny skin flushed and
lightly glowing. Her parted legs gave a clear glimpse at her shaved
nude mound, her soft pink lips peeking up from between her slim
thighs. As Sophie watched a man walked up to where she lay, ran a
hand up her neck in a gesture that was as tender as it was
possessive and then he yanked her head to his, coming so close to
her lips with his own that Sophie was sure he would kiss her. He
didn’t.

The woman whimpered, the chains rattled and
clanked. He laid a heavy gym bag on the bottom of the table and
began pulling things out of it, holding them up so she could see.
Sophie was confused by some of what she saw. She knew what the
large vibrator was; she had seen them in sex shops near her old
apartment. She was no stranger to riding crops either, farm land
had stretched around her home town and she had gone to the feed and
seed stores with her foster parents to but things for the garden,
what the man would want with him she didn’t understand. He took out
a roll of electrical tape and a power strip and a short chain whose
ends were oddly shaped.

He opened the ends and she glanced at Kane,
“Nipple clamps,” he replied.

He wanted to hustle her out of there, to ask
her more about what she had seen but she was obviously mesmerized
and, in truth, so was he. A flush rose up in Sophie’s cheeks as she
watched him manipulate her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger before bending over and sucking it into his mouth.

A gasp came from the bound woman and heat
flooded into Sophie’s belly and crotch. It embarrassed her and
confused her, she was not a virgin but sex had always seemed so
bland and boring, like a requirement of having a boyfriend rather
than a joy. The woman on the table did not seem to think so, she
began to beg; her voice slightly hoarse, “Please fuck me Sir,
please…”

The words made Sophie’s heart throb
painfully. She closed her eyes for a moment as he placed the nipple
clamps on her nipples, that they hurt was obvious, that she was
enjoying it was also obvious.

He began to beat her, smacking the riding
crop across the tops of her thighs and hips. Sophie stared at Kane
in mute horror and he nodded slightly back at the woman. She was
laughing.

Totally confused she looked back at Kane and
he whispered, “It’s okay. She has a safe word. If she doesn’t like
what he’s doing she will say it and he stops, right then.”

A safeword. How much her life might be
different if she had had a safeword. Looking back at the scene, she
saw that he had stopped using the crop and was, instead, using the
tape to hold the vibrator in place. He taped it down snugly and
turned it on. A low and approving whisper went through the
crowd.

He turned the vibrator on and the woman
moaned; a low and desperate moan that made Sophie suddenly aware
that there was a strange dampness in her panties. Her pussy felt
heavy, and her breath was coming in soft hard pants, she had to
concentrate to slow it down.

The vibrator purred against the woman’s
clit. Glistening pearls of come escaped her pink folds and dripped
onto the table. She writhed and whimpered as the man went to the
head of the table and pulled his long and rigid cock from his
pants. She turned her head, her mouth opening and he thrust inside
of it.

The power strip was on the floor and the
crop was in his hands, as was what Sophie had originally thought
was a feather duster. He alternated hitting his captive’s legs with
the crop and tickling her with the feathers, all the while
thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.

Sophie wanted to turn away; it seemed so
terribly personal, so incredibly violent and yet beautiful. She
could see the swollen purple head of his prick when he slid out of
the other woman’s mouth, could see the trails of slippery fluids
running from her pussy. Her own heartbeat was so fast she was
afraid she would faint but still she could not turn away.

He stepped down on the power cord as the
woman began to heave and moan. The vibrator cut off mid spin. For a
moment the audience and the woman both were silent then she turned
her head away from his organ, begging in a loud and abandoned cry
to come.


He cut it off with the
power button on the strip,” someone murmured, “What a great
idea!”

For the next few minutes he toyed with her,
cutting the vibrator off and on while she begged and pleaded for
release. Sophie could smell the scent of her arousal and it made
her own crotch throb painfully.

Finally it ended. He thrust his cock back in
her mouth, growling out, “Suck me until I come, dammit and you can
come too.”

Those hard words made Sophie blush scarlet.
The bound woman bobbed her head, raising it off the table slightly
to get every swollen inch of him in her mouth. Her thighs shook
with the strain as he pushed the button back to the on position
with his foot and the whirring of the vibrator began again.

He moved back just in time, the condom he
had placed on his cock showed white come swirling into the tiny cup
at the end and the woman screamed, her neck muscles cording and
come spilling from her pussy, pooling on the table below her.

They cooed and cuddled each other. The woman
was in tears even as she laughed and Sophie was finally able to
look away. When she did she met Kane’s eyes, what she saw made her
blush yet again. He knew exactly what she had felt watching the
scene unfold. He knew.


I am going to make sure
you get home safely.” He said, “But I really do need your
shoe.”


That guy might still be
out there!”


He’s long gone.” Kane said
matter-of-factly. “I need you to come with me to the station, will
you do that?”


The police
station?”


Yes.”

Sophie nodded, “I need to stop at my
apartment on the way and check on my dog.”

 

***


They got what was coming
to them.”

The words rang out in the silent house and
the man tossed a half of a beer down in one long gulp to try to
drown them out. Some days, when the rage subsided and he could
think clearly, he felt real fear, horror and shock at what he had
done. Those days had been more frequent in the beginning.

The first kill had been the hardest. He had
been torn between glee at finally doing what he had dreamed of for
so long and absolute terror that he would get caught. Then the need
to do it again had swept over him.

The head sat on the kitchen table, the
clotted stump of neck stuck into a jar filled with water. It
resembled a particularly gory bouquet. He hiccupped hysterical
laughter and put his revolver in his mouth, letting the cold steel
rest against his tongue. The tang of the metal filtered through his
taste buds and he choked and gagged, took the gun out and set it
down beside his latest trophy.

He was hungry, he staggered to the cabinets
and refrigerator, making a hasty sandwich out of bologna so old a
hard rind had formed on the outer edges, sliced onions, mayonnaise
laid on far too thick and beets. He liked beets, his mother used to
make them homemade. He ate the dripping mess at the sink, a vacant
and unsettled look sliding off and onto his face every few
minutes.

For some reason he found himself remembering
his boyhood. The neighbors had all been different then; he could
remember all too well his father’s anger when the first black
family moved in across the street. Now there were so many different
ethnicities present he had a hard time even recalling the years
when it had all been white families.

How old had he been when his father died?
Twenty? The old man had died on the job. He had been a Union man, a
plumber and he had had to move back home from college and get a job
to support his mother. She had always been frail; after her husband
passed away she had withered and slid into the shadows. She had
clung to life though, for seven more years.

He went to his bedroom. It had been his
bedroom when he had been a boy, the twin bed sitting under the
windows had been his and he poured himself into it, curling up so
he would fit. The curtains billowed in the puffs of soured air
coming up from the vents and he tucked his thumb in his mouth,
trying to find some solace.

When he began to drift off to sleep he got
up and returned to the kitchen and took the head out of the vase.
He put it into his case with careful movements; there was a
slightly squashed indent on one cheek that disturbed him so he
turned it slightly.


Kiki, Janice, Lorelei,
Mary Grace and Pamela. My oh my…look what I caught in my little
web. Such lovely little things you are.”

He chuckled, a phlegmy rattle that made his
chest hurt. He rubbed it and closed the case. He leaned his head
against the cold glass, thinking about the woman who had seen him
drop Pamela’s head to the sidewalk.


Thousands of people see
crimes and don’t report them every single day.” He said to the
heads of the women he had killed. “And if she does, it won’t even
matter because she didn’t see my face.”

Still, the fear had come back. He had lost
sight of her, she had run like a gazelle and he had far greater
things to worry about – like bringing his trophy home safely.

He went into what had been his parent’s
bedroom. The ruffled pillow shams on the dress pillows made him
feel slightly queasy. He tossed them to the floor and clambered
into bed, the cold sheets rubbing against his hairy, naked
body.


The Creeper,” he said in a
wondering, dazed voice and began to laugh helplessly.

 

***

Sophie drank coffee and tried, repeatedly,
to tell the officers, including Kane, who kept offering the cute
little canine bits of hamburgers or steak sandwiches, that Sassy
was not hungry, just determined not to miss out on a treat.
Eventually she gave up.

The sketch artist finished the drawing and
Sophie looked at it, she was tired and the events of the night had
taken on a strange and surreal turn. The toe of her shoe had blood
on it after all, according to preliminary test but there would have
to be a lot more tests done before anyone knew for certain what
else they would find there.

The sight of a murdered woman’s severed head
followed by the sight of the bound woman enjoying sex had taken a
toll on her emotionally and physically and Kane saw it. He knew she
had become tired; her patience was wearing thin as well and she had
begun to snap out answers instead of speaking them.


I want to go home,” she
said finally. She had decided she was likely safe; the killer had
probably not hung around to track her, as Kane had said.


I’ll make sure you get
home.” Kane stood, his back ached and his eyes felt grainy, he
decided he would drop her off and head home himself.

Before he could get out the door another
officer stopped him. “They just found a body. The woman’s roommate
came home and found her. It’s definitely the Creeper.”


How can you be
sure?”


She was
beheaded.”


Where?”


Down by
Seventh.”

Sophie stood by quietly but her face had
slowly lost all of its remaining color. Tears leaked from her eyes
as she thought about what she had seen. A human being had died and
her head had been taken and stuffed into a tote sack like it was
nothing more than trash.

Kane commandeered a car, personally driving
her home. Her apartment was on the tenth floor but she had a
working elevator and the hallways were all well lit and quiet.

She unlocked the door and paused, Sassy
peeking out of her sack at him with her earnest brown eyes. “I
could have done something.”


She was already dead. No
one could have helped her.”

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