19. Chapter 19

Six hours later, I’m dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and an unbuttoned green and black flannel shirt, strolling through the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand as I head to my office. It’s time to check on Tyler and the road closures. Last night he had to stop on the other side of the pass and get a hotel. I unlock the door, silently slipping inside. It’s not likely Hazel will wake up any time soon but I have motion detecting cameras set up all over the house to let me know if she does. My fingers slide over the keys, typing in my password. Once I have everything loaded, I dig for updates. The hotel is first. I open his email searching for a generic ‘thank you for your stay’ check-out email and notice it’s time stamped for just after five-thirty AM. That was an hour ago. If the pass is open, he’s still at least three hours out because climbing the mountain will require snow chains on his tires. He’s not as dumb as I thought. Unfortunately, he made sure to rent a car with four-wheel drive. He’s actually pretty stupid leaving the nice life we set up for him in Florida. Instead of living near the beach, he’ll be living in my basement, stuffed and perfectly preserved, another body to add to the collection. My fingers whirl over the keyboard, pausing only to click around with the mouse. I hack into the hotel’s cameras and watch the security footage of him leaving, and then log in to check his bank account for gas station charges. When I finish my deep-dive, I’m estimating Tyler will arrive at Hazel’s in the next hour and a half or so, depending on how skilled of a driver he is and if he can even make it through the roads leading up here.

I check my cameras at Hazel’s, making sure all the motion detectors are turned on, then wander out of the office, locking the door behind me. I want everything to be perfect for her. Looking around, there are Christmas decorations everywhere, filling every space with holiday magic. I can’t wait for her to wake up and see how perfect this place is. While I wait, I guess I can bake her some gingerbread cookies for a change in desserts. The royal icing piped around the cookie decoratively will be the perfect place for me to hide my secret ingredients. We can even share with Tyler. My chuckling cascades through the silence. It will be fun to play with Tyler. Since he’s sacrificing himself, I’ll still have a body for this year. I haven’t missed a Christmas since I started, but I think I would give it all up for Hazel. At least the keeping them part. There are a few like Tyler. I’m not sure I would be willing to dispose of right away, but eventually maybe I could be convinced to get rid of them all. I sigh, a weight lifting from my shoulders. I’ve been so worried about bringing Hazel here—and trying to keep her alive—but knowing I get to watch her murder the man she loves and surrender herself to me completely has the dull ache to kill Hazel cured. Come to think of it, I no longer feel the need to harm her. If she can give herself to me fully like that—well, I’ll never find another woman like her. She’s perfect for me.

I get to work on the cookies. If I can replicate the effects of the last batch, then I know I can get Hazel to do anything I want. And I want my sweet little Jane Doe to kill Tyler while making him watch me fuck his girl like the dirty little slut she is. Hazel needs a man like me, someone built with the ability to satisfy her sexual needs and fantasies. I can’t wait to bury my cock in her tight little pussy over and over again for the rest of my life, just the way it was always meant to be. She’s mine. Hazel belongs to me now and no other cock will ever be able to stretch her out and satisfy her the way mine can. Especially not Tyler. That little pencil dick is going to watch her take a real man while I work her over, pleasuring her in ways he’ll never have the chance to.

While the cookies bake, I check on Hazel. When I find her still crashed hard, I slip out of my room, closing the door softly behind me and return to the garage, where I start the truck and let it warm up so I can plow. I’ve changed my mind. Rather than prevent Tyler from coming here, I want him delivered to my doorstep, so I can rub it all in his stupid face before I take him down to Hazel’s, tie him up and let him sleep off some Ambien. I’ll have to let the cookies cool before I can frost them, and plowing will give me more time to think and plan. My timer dings for the cookies and I grab an oven mitt, pulling the trays from the oven so this batch can cool.

Next time I can bring Hazel into the kitchen to bake with me and we can have an extra good time. Desperate to be with her again, I let my thoughts drift off, imagining all the ways I could fuck her in the kitchen. First, I picture her in nothing but an apron, her tits flashing me as they fall out from behind the fabric, and her pussy inviting me to slip inside while bending her over the counter and feeding Hazel a warm fresh-baked cookie. I groan, realizing I’m stroking myself and shrug, grabbing a cup to come in. Only the fresh stuff for my girl . Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the scene play out. I’m pumping into her and she’s taking every inch of me while she begs me to fill her. I moan, then open my eyes just in time to make sure I get it all in the cup just as I come. Then I cover it with a bit of plastic wrap and leave it hidden in the pantry for later. I don’t want Hazel to come downstairs and find it while I’m out. Better to be safe than sorry.

The truck should be nice and warmed up so I slip on my boots and head out to clear Tyler a path to death’s doorstep.