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Letting out a dark chuckle, I remember the several victims I have procured at various stops along the highway. I only take the men from these spots, their bravado and arrogance make them easy targets. A woman will be more on guard, more likely to have also given a warning to someone that she was stopping, and where, in case she were to go missing. Men, however, seem to believe they are untouchable.
This is proven again as the dead man and his friend exit their vehicle and split directions. The friend heading toward a vending machine across the lot and my main target entering the restrooms. Deciding it would be quickest to take his friend first, I pull into a spot in the corner, tucked away in the shade of a large tree. I get out and open my trunk to pull out my bag and fill the syringe before throwing the bag around my shoulder and softly closing the trunk lid.
I make my way toward the vending machines and hold my cell phone to my ear as I get close. “No Wendy, I’m almost there. I just had to make a quick stop to grab some snacks and take a piss.” Coming up to the snack machine next to him, I throw him a look with a roll of my eyes. He chuckles and shoots me back a sympathetic shrug. “Yes honey, I didn’t forget. Okay, I love you too.” I pretend to hang up the call and slip my phone into my pocket, muttering, “Women. Am I right?”
“Don’t I know it. My bitch won’t shut the fuck up.” Another roll of his eyes. “Your woman sounds like a real piece of work too. Should put her in her place if you know what I mean.” He winks at me and I grind the back of my teeth before forcing a smile.
Chuckling, I slide the syringe into my hand, turning fully toward him. “Yes, I do think I know what you mean.” I lunge forward and stab the needle into his neck while covering his mouth with my other hand and shoving him back against the machine. He struggles for a couple minutes before I see his eyes roll back and his body sags. Removing my hands, I lift him by the armpits with a grunt and start dragging him back to my car. Beads of sweat break out as I make my way over, the fucker is heavy.
Finally, I make it to the back of my car and pop open the lid. Setting him half leaning against the edge, half dangling against the ground, I pull out a couple zip ties and cinch his arms and legs before stuffing a sock into his mouth and covering it with duct tape. Once satisfied, I fold his large frame into the bed and close it up, making sure to lock the vehicle before making my way to my real target.
I haven’t taken two people at once before and I’m hoping my car will have enough room, otherwise it’s going to be an uncomfortable ride with one of them strewn across the backseat hogtied. A flash of another body tied up and waiting for me has me adjusting my cock. Now isn’t the time to be thinking of Paige but I can’t keep her out of my head. I take a couple deep breaths and try to think unsexy thoughts. It would be rather unfortunate if I go to kidnap this man and he gets the jump on me because my stiff dick gets in the way.
After my half-chub has fully deflated, I push into the restroom and casually stride toward the sinks. The bastard is standing with his back to the mirrors, whistling as he takes a piss. I clench my jaw as I watch his back and wait for him to finish. I have no interest in getting caught in the crossfire of his urine. You only make that mistake once, I swear I could smell the rancid scent for days after. Suppressing a shudder at the memory, I prepare for my moment.
His stream slows and he shakes a little before tucking his dick away and turning toward the doors. I groan internally.
Of course he’s a prick that doesn’t flush or wash his hands after taking a piss. I may be sick in the head but at least I’m not disgusting.
Not wanting to miss my chance, I rush him and smack his face against the door. Hard. He grunts and jumps back. “What the fuck?” He snaps, holding his piss covered hand to his face. I can’t hold back the eye roll. If he wasn’t going to be dead in the next few hours, I’m certain he’d have a nasty infection.
Instead of answering him, I reach over and wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. The action surprises him enough that I can swiftly kick out my leg and knock his out from under him, causing him to tumble to the ground. I release his throat as he falls and his head smacks against the ground with a satisfying thump. He groans, trying to sit up but I press my foot into his chest and hover over him.
“The fuck man?” He seethes up at me, blood pouring down his face.
Appreciating the sight of the crimson liquid, I glare down at him. “You shouldn’t touch what’s not yours.” He stares up at me in confusion, so I continue. “You also definitely shouldn’t take pictures of another man’s woman.” His confusion fades as he realizes who I’m talking about.
He darts his eyes to the door and then back to me. “Look man, I didn’t know, okay?” He licks his lips and nervously shakes his head. “I didn’t realize she was someone else’s girl. I can delete the photo. Let me get to my phone and I’ll delete it right now.” I cock my head at him, pretending to consider what he’s saying. Encouraged by my silence, he keeps talking. “I mean, how was I supposed to know? She was flirting with me, practically begging for attention.” I growl and his eyes widen. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…I-”
I don’t let him finish whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth, swiftly kicking the side of his head and knocking him unconscious. Heaving several breaths, I storm over to the sinks and splash water onto my face. I look up and glare into the mirror as I replay the scene in my head.
Paige standing behind the counter, smiling and fiddling with the pen in her hand. Shyly darting her eyes up and laughing at something the prick said.
I smack my hand against the counter.
That’s it, after I take care of these assholes, I’m going to her and I'm going to show her who she is. Who she belongs to.
I make quick work of cleaning up the mess and dragging him back to my car. Once he’s tied up, I shove him roughly into the trunk and smoosh them both into the small space before slamming the trunk closed.
My irritation grows as I stomp to the driver door and climb inside. It’s a good thing I have something to use up some of this anger. I can’t afford to be sloppy now. I need a clear head. Adjusting my mirrors, I head out.
Once I make it to my kill space, I pull the two inside and tie one to the metal chair resting in the middle of the room to the left of the chains I usually use. The other, the main asshole, is strewn up and dangling from said chains.
I go through their pockets and find their wallets, keys and phones.
Unlocking the offender's phone with his finger, I quickly find the photo of Paige’s ass and delete it from existence. After that task is complete, I remove the SIM cards from both phones and smash them before also destroying both SIM cards and tossing those into a trash can.
Chucking the keys into a box off to the side filled with other miscellaneous finds from my previous victims, I open the first wallet. This one belonging to the friend.
Adam Engle
Well, at least I can stop referring to him as “the friend” in my head. Though, I don’t find Adam quite suits him. I was thinking it would be something more harsh, like Nikolai or Brutus. No wonder he’s such a dick, his parents fucked up his name.
I snort, remove the cash, and then chuck his wallet and ID into the box.
Next is the dead man’s wallet. Pulling his ID out I chuckle.
Now this name is the perfect fit.
