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Finishing my circuit, I headed toward the porch, keeping my steps light, and quiet, my gun held out before me as I approached the front of the building. The house seemed to gaze down at me with its windows like dead eyes, and the door a gaping screaming mouth.
The porch steps didn’t creak as I stepped up, the boards freshly stained and still smelling of fresh cut wood. No sound either from the doorknob as it spun freely in my hand. Unlocked. Claxons of danger sounded inside my mind as the door swung inward. The front door was always locked. Why would it not be?
I stepped inside, and the first thing I heard was the low throaty feminine growl of rage, then a hand crashed down on my wrist. My fingers opened and my gun tumbled away. Twisting away from my assailant, I found Bri. She glared at me with hatred, her body naked and spattered with blood. Behind me, the front door slammed shut and latched.
“Hello, Drake. Funny seeing you here,” Bri hissed.
My initial surprise vanished. Anger replacing it. Reaching slowly behind me, I unsheathed the knife at my belt.
“Hello, Bri. I have to say, you’ve come much further than I ever anticipated.”
“You would say that, you fucking cock sucker.”
I gave her a sarcastic smile. “I think, if we’re being honest, the only cocksucker here is you. How does Owen’s taste, by the way?”
She released a howl of contempt and rage and lunged to the side, snatching up a heavy candlestick holder and rushing me. The heavy brass implement swung down toward my head, and I dodged aside at the last second, the air whistling by my ear. I couldn’t wait to bury my blade in her soft flesh. It would be better this way than with the gun. More intimate, the knife sliding into her body would be like a cock sliding into a pussy. Her blood seeping onto my fingers like cum spurting from the dick. Even now, fighting for my life, I was getting hard.
“Fucker,” Bri screamed and swung the candle stick at me again. This time it took me in the meaty part of the shoulder.
I stumbled aside, pain flaring in my upper arm. As I fell, I swung my arm out, arcing the blade toward her. It struck home, a shallow cut along her left thigh. While she hissed in pain, I rolled and righted myself, again on my feet, and dove forward, stabbing at her. She backed away, staying just out of reach.
“What’s wrong, Drake?” Bri hissed. “Is this pussy not good enough? Lie down, whip that big cock out. I’ll show you something Dahlia never could.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said. “I don’t feel like catching herpes, you stupid bitch.”
She smirked and made a feint to the right, but swung her weapon left, surprising me. I managed to dodge, and brought my knife down in a sweeping arc that took her in the chest. My blade sank into and then split her left breast, bifurcating it. Blood surged out, and I could see the yellow fatty breast tissue within.
Her scream of pain and shock set my teeth on edge. A high keening sound kept streaming from her mouth as she gaped at her ruined breast. That hesitation and distraction was all I needed. Rushing forward, I slapped her hand holding the weapon, sending it to the floor. Bri jerked her head up, mouth still hanging open in surprise and agony, and I kicked her in the stomach, doubling her over, and sending her toppling to the floor. The two halves of her breasts slapping together and clapping wetly as she went down.
Before she could recover, I straddled her and placed the tip of the knife on her chest, and squeezed her throat with my other hand.
“Is Dahlia alive?” I screamed, spittle spraying her face as I did.
Her face was going red, but I wasn’t gripping her neck tight enough to keep her from talking.
In a raspy hiss she said. “Yeah, but not for long. Owen’s gonna take care of her. Already would have if you hadn’t shown the fuck up.”
“Where is she? Tell me!”
“Library. Not that it will help. The door’s locked, you dumb shit.”
I had another question, but there was no way to know if she’d be truthful or not. Still, I needed to ask. Maybe I could see the truth in her eyes even if she lied.
“Who else is in the house? How many people?” I growled.
She coughed and winced in pain, then said, “Five. Owen, Dahlia, and three new dolls. They’re new here. We haven’t even let them out yet. Just been feeding them and keeping them locked up until we dealt with you and that bitch of yours. It had been six, but Dahlia fucked all that up.”
No lie there. She was too tired and in too much pain to tell tales. I didn’t know what she meant by Dahlia fucking something up. Sounded like she’d probably killed someone. That was fine. It meant she was still fighting, still doing what she’d been born to do. Kill.
“You know, Bri, I never liked you,” I said.
She sneered at me, her face growing redder by the second. “You’re just mad you never got to fuck me. I know your type.”
“Well, let’s remedy that, shall we?” I said, my eyes widening in excitement.
Before she could respond, I moved off her, and slammed the bald of my knife straight up into her pussy. Blood burst from the wound, and Bri’s eyes snapped open wide in agony. Her mouth dropped open, but the pain was too intense, she couldn’t catch her breath to scream.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like a good hard fuck, Bri,” I whispered and brought the knife out and then back in.
