I slip into my car and then rip the wig off and replace it with a red one. I slip a hoodie on before slipping the dress off from beneath it. I shove it into a bag in my passenger seat. Shoving my heels and the handbag in there with it. I slip some shorts over my legs and then shimmy into them while sitting behind the driver’s seat. I slip some house shoes on and then close the bag at my side.
Everything is now hiding inside of it and out of sight in case I’m stopped. I shove the bag into the back seat and smile in the rearview mirror. I did it. I killed a man. I got to feel the warm crimson liquid all over my skin as he was drained dry.
Fuck, that felt amazing.
I startle as a car cranks a few cars over and I lean forward to crank mine and follow the car out of the parking lot. This way they don’t know which one I’m really in. I can pretend innocence if they come for me.
I can pretend like none of this ever happened.
I don’t know if I can not do this again, though. That color. The blood. Having that man’s life in my hands. The orgasm was fucking fantastic. Best one I’ve ever had. I want that again. What if I’m caught, though?
Shit. What am I saying? I don’t have anything worth living for. If I’m caught, I will run. End it. Hell, maybe I will just go to prison. Not like I have anyone in my life waiting for me to come home at night. I wonder if I can get away with it. Can I continue to kill these fools and enjoy the red liquid that pumps through their veins?
Blood craze is a thing and I now understand why Elizabeth Bathory was the way she was. It’s why she killed all those people in order to bathe in their blood. It’s a high I want to repeat every day of my life. It feels amazing. I want more. I will have more.
Just not tonight. Soon. Soon I will kill again and I will fuck myself while their blood runs warm over my body.
Ipark in the garage and pull the bag from the backseat. Taking it inside with me as I head straight for the gas fireplace. I click the buttons to turn it on and then open the bag to grab the items from within slowly.
Tossing the rags in first, I watch as they catch fire and crackle away into dust slowly. Nothing remains as I glance at the bag with curiosity. Do I burn the outfit? The wig? Fuck it.
I toss the green dress and blonde wig inside the flames. My eyes burn as the material catches on fire and burns away within moments. I remove the silver knife from the purse before tossing it into the flames. When all of it is gone, I toss the bag and keep the heels. They wouldn’t burn right, probably. It’s not like they will search my shoe closet.
I head for the stairs and take them two at a time as I make my way to my bedroom. Straight for the bathroom where I lay the knife in the sink to bleach. I grab some fresh clothes and tossthe red wig into the closet with my others. I shower again. This time scrubbing every inch of my body with soap.
I reach the apex of my thighs and grab my suctioned dildo from the wall and adjust myself into the corner of the shower where I like to film. Alibi time. I hit the button on the wall to start the recording and spread my leg on the low bench as I slid the dildo into me inch by slow inch.
I lean my head back with my eyes closed as I fuck myself for the camera. I used one hand to slide the cock inside of me and fuck myself slowly. The other I used to play with my nipple. Inch by inch, I take the thick monster cock until I am panting with need.
My mind goes back to the man and the crimson liquid that coated us both. I moan out loud and fuck myself harder. My nipples pebble as my needy little cunt wraps around the cock buried inside of me. My walls clench as the scene flashes through my mind.
How I’d fucked myself on his fingers and then once I’d slit his throat, they had twitched and fought inside of me like they too were trying to destroy my pussy. Instead, they were trying to save his own life. Too bad it was already far too late for that.
I moan as I dip the monster cock in and out of me faster. Pulling and tugging on my nipples as I cum for the camera. My legs shaking with my release before I crumble to the shower floor and fuck myself deeper with the cock. The camera follows me down and I look right into it with my mouth open and a moan escaping my lips as it drags my orgasm out of me for a second time.
Fuck, that was amazing. I blow the camera a kiss before pressing the button to end the recording and then sitting on the floor of my shower as I catch my breath. I clean off the cock and stick it right back to its place on my shower wall. Perfect.
Once my high comes down, I stand up and finish showering before climbing out and wrapping a towel around my body. I take a moment to pull the bleach out and clean the knife in the sink before coating my hands in the offending liquid. Its strong smell makes my nose turn upwards, but it’s necessary.
Once cleaned, I rinse off the chemicals and then return the bleach to its place beneath my sink and carry the knife to the bedroom, where I place it in my nightstand drawer. Everything is now in its place. I head for my computer in the next bedroom and smile as I boot her up.
I need to edit the video of the shower scene and upload it for my subs really quickly. They will enjoy the behind-the-scenes shit. It isn’t out of the ordinary for me and it will give me an alibi for where I’ve been. Who’s going to question a sex tape of a lonely woman at home?
I pull up the feed and then watch it over again to make sure it looks okay before cutting it off at the kiss and hitting upload to the system. I title the video- “Relaxing with my Monster Cock”- and hit submit.
I sit back in my seat and grab a pack of cigarettes I’d left beside the monitor. Grabbing one out, I light it and drag in the smoke until my lungs threaten to burst. I release the smoke out of my mouth in a slow exhale.
I did it. I made it out alive. Now to survive the next twenty-four hours without getting caught. If I can do that, then I’m home free. It’s less likely the cops can catch me the more time passes.
I was careful. I made sure that nothing could come back to me as a person. The simplicity of the plan and how well it played out makes me believe that I really did it. I made it out of there after slitting that man’s throat and fuck if the high isn’t something that makes me want more.
I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much. That the thrill and desire wouldn’t be that amazing. It was perfect. Better than I could have imagined. I want more. No. Ineedmore. The thrill, the blood, the desire… I require more of what I had tonight.
Sex, blood, and adrenaline.
Iturn on the news and curl into the couch as I sip on my cup of coffee. It’s nearly ten in the morning and I fully expect the scene that is on the TV and I smile. Knowing that the swarming hotel on the screen is covered in cops because of me. They are there because of the dead body I left behind.
It’s both terrifying and amazing all at once. Fuck. I really am a psychopath. I shrug. Ah well. This world isn’t meant for sympathy from me. They made me the villain so long ago that I can’t be bothered to really care anymore.
