Page 4 of Psychos In Love
The man in the suit from the gas station brings down a knife and guts the man right in front of everyone. I watch the knife come down, one, two, three, four times. I am stuck here, watching the man whisper to the woman, “I love you,” as he slumps down to the ground. I should be running. Instead, my hands begin to shake and the bag I was holding drops. I gasp and four sets of eyes turn my way. I stand, dumbfounded at the carnage. Shock. That’s what has a hold of me.Shock.
The woman’s neck breaks with an ease that terrifies me. My mind flashes back to the car accident—to the way the man on the ground broke the girl’s neck—and a sob pours from my throat as I flee the scene. I cannot believe I saw this. I cannot … No, I have to get home. I can’t stop at the police department. I told Eddie I would get home. I run as fast as I can.
“Fuck,” the word rings out into the night as an eerie promise. “Stop her. No fucking witnesses.” I knew these three would be trouble.
And if they catch me, I'm as good as dead.
Skittish little kittenran before I got to see her. My brother’s outburst made me look up from my pleasure task. Yeah, I was masturbating over the fuckers I beat to death. Sue me. I get horny when I see blood. The sweet sound of bones giving way makes me think of moans in the heat of the moment.
Nostrils flared; Kronos looks like a bull ready to charge.No witnesses, it’s his rule. He means it, too. I zip my hard as a rock cock back into my pants with a grunt. Putting my bat in the holder on my back, I take off running. I’m quite sure she didn’t run back toward the gas station. But she came from that way and the sack on the ground tells me she was in that store. That means the old man either knows her—or has a video of her. He better tell me what he knows. I grin at that thought, because if he doesn’t, I get to beat the ever-loving shit out of him.
As I get closer to the store, I look down at my pants, laughing. Blood is splattered like red paint all over me. Oh well. It will help drill my point home. When I walk through the door, I realize another guest is in the store. A beautiful young woman who looks like a motorcycle club stripper.
“Amy, you need to go.”
“Oh, now Eddie, let her stay. She can help me with this hard on.” The woman sucks in a breath. I chuckle with a dark glee in my eyes.
“Ayres, let the lady leave.” I stop in my tracks. This is the first time that Eddie has stood up to me. I like it. It means I’m going to get to have fun now.
“No. We are going to have a little chat.” I bring my baseball bat out and slap it across the counter. This causes both Eddie and the woman to back away from me. Cat and mouse. I laugh with an evil thought.Cat and mouse, baby.
“Please,” the woman begs me. Fucking music to my ears. I grab her head and pull her to me as she yelps.
“I said no. Now get on your knees.” Eddie protests and I push the woman down on her knees. She trembles and whimpers.
“Please!” she says, trying to beg for her freedom. “Pl—”
“Shut up, both of you. Now Eddie, unless I give you permission to speak, this bitch is going to suck my cock. Unless you give me the answers I want, that is.”
The beautiful woman is crying now. Her mascara streaks thick, dark, inky lines down her cheeks. Eddie slaps his hand down on the counter and I smirk at his boldness.
“Now Eddie, the girl that was in here before this sweet ass came in, who is she?”
Eddie looks at me. His wheels are turning, I can already tell he’s trying to evade my question. I shove my cock down the girl’s throat. She chokes at first and then the bitch tries to bite down. I moan.
“Oh, sweet slut, I love a good bite. You need to bite harder.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide—like I took her by surprise. I wink at her.
“Ayres, stop,” the old man begs. I won't stop, though. Instead, I thrust my hips into her face. She’s choking, slobber running down the front of my pants and her chin.
“The faster you give me a name, the faster I’m out of here.”
Thrust.
Grunt.
Thrust.
The girl chokes out a sob as I chuckle, rolling my head back because I’m so fucking close. The sweet release I need is building, my core muscles tighten and the old, familiar feeling creeps in as she cries on my cock. The girl’s mouth is nice, but she’s sobbing too much. She isn’t supplying enough suction. She tries to pull away from me and I yank her hair. This forces her head all the way down on my cock. She tries to push my legs and I slap her face with brutal force.
“Stop moving or I’ll kill you right now.”
“I don’t know her name. She comes in here from Sandy’s bar and goes toward the newspaper office when she leaves. That’s all I know.” He isn’t telling me the whole truth, the old man wants to play games.
My rage flies through the roof and I glare at him. “Oh Eddie. You shouldn’t have lied.”
Without a second thought, I snap the girl’s neck. Gurgling noises leave her throat as her lifeless body hits the floor. I turn to Eddie as cum drips out of the woman’s lips—my cum. Only the counter separates Eddie and I and he hunches over, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he tries to control it. I imagine this is his first time to ever see a murder. Too bad for him it will be his last, though.
“Eddie … Eddie … Eddie … What’s her name?”
