The Shadow

The muffled sobs of the woman in the seat beside me are beginning to grate on me. I haven't even touched her yet and already she has snot dribbling from her bloody nostrils. I groan, dropping my head back against the headrest of the car seat. I swivel my body to face her, and she flinches.

"Listen, Jules… can I call you, Jules?" Nothing. "Perfect. Now, your voice, is reaaally annoying. I gagged you for a reason and that reason is so you would shut the fuck up. Anyone would think you're about to die." I pause. She pauses. Both of us just staring at each other for what feels like eternity. "Come on." I wiggle my eyebrows. "That's funny." I search her face for any kind of reaction. Instead, she just starts screaming even louder.

Thrashing around in her restraints, like that's going to help her. I'll let you in on a little secret… it's not. Her eyes shut tight as the tears fall from the corners and bleed out onto her dirt-stained cheeks. Wriggling in her restraints.

"Jules you won't get out of this." I groan, her screaming filling the car. "Jules." If she carries on, she'll get us caught and I don't want our little date to come to an end so fast. "SHUUUT UP JULIET!" I scream, punching her square in the face and breaking her nose in the process. Her head snaps to the left and she's out like a light. Blood has splattered the car interior.

"Look what you did!" I shout, punching the dashboard a few times to get my anger out. "God. Fucking. Damn. It!" I punch the hard plastic with every single word.

Taking a deep breath, I release it slowly and turn back to face the steering wheel. I really need to calm down. My therapist tells me I'm doing well with my anger issues, and I plan on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. This isn't how I intended to spend my evening but well, here I am. Sitting in the car thinking about the woman I've now apparently become obsessed with.

The one next to me is just a filler, until I can find the right time to make my move. This is the second woman in a week. I'm never usually this desperate for another woman so close to the last. I'm parked in the forest just by Institute Woods. It's late at night and I'm very close to home. I drove her here after I managed to convince her to let me take her home after our date.

I never operate this close to a well populated area either but as I said, I was desperate. I pull the latch on the car door, using my foot to kick it open because I'm fucking pissed right now. I could be watching my blonde beauty but I'm here with this mess. There's one girl I want, but it's too fucking soon so, yet again, I have to deal with this wretched cum bucket. This new girl, she's perfect. Innocent and bubbly on the outside but I know exactly what she is.

I see her when she thinks nobody else is looking. She is completely out of my league and not my type. Where I usually go for brunettes, this one is a perfect blonde with the biggest fucking tits I've ever seen.

She's phenomenal in the looks department too. I'm not into cannibalism, but I think I'll save that heart. I jog the few steps round the hood of the car and yank the passenger's side open. Jules slumps to the side. I lean in and press the clip on the seatbelt, and she falls to my feet with a thud.

"I really have to do everything myself," I groan, sliding my hands underneath her arms and dragging her back against the treeline. She's not struggling now, which thankfully means I can do what needs to be done. Nothing worse than being interrupted when you're trying to get shit done. I'll wake her up soon enough and then we can both join in on the festivities of the evening.

I drop her down at the base of the tree and her head smacks against the lard tree root sticking out. "Sorry, Jules." Jogging back to the car I pop the trunk and wrap my hand around the leather-bound surgeon's bag and slam the trunk shut.

Making my way back over to the little sleeping princess. I position her the way I want, then begin to unbutton the college cardigan she's wearing. Now, let me explain something, I wasn't born this way. I'm not like the typical serial killers that are born fucked up. I didn't torture poor animals on my way to the top. I didn't like to sift through dead animal carcass like Dhamer.

I've never and I mean NEVER skinned someone to make a fucking lampshade either. That's some fucking sick shit. I just kind of woke up one morning and y'know, felt like killing someone. My first time was eighteen. Hitchhiker by the name of Angelica Jones and boy was she beautiful. I was driving home late one night, and I saw her walking backwards down a dark road with her thumb sticking out.

This isn't the usual thing to see where I'm from, there was no one about and I was curious, so I stopped. I strangled her on a dark road exactly thirteen minutes after I picked up. Her beautiful green eyes widened the moment I knew she was about to take her last breath. Some of the blood vessels had already popped in the whites of her eyes.

I was relentless. Long strands of brunette hair stuck to the sweat on her face as the light in her eyes died out. Then, I sat there. Watching and waiting for something to happen. Some kind of fucking miracle that she would wake up and I could do it again. Spoiler alert, she didn't. It was over far too quickly for my liking, and it was then that I learnt I had to be patient. Take things slow.

Make a woman feel good before I end her life for pleasure. It's like then you're engaging in self-pleasure, you don't just go all the way in and start bashing the snake like a madman -some people do, but I like taking things slow- you have to work up to the crescendo. Learn patience and make time your ally. I could never bring myself to fuck her corpse though. I get the appeal, I guess. They don't move, don't fight and you can just pump away without having to ask them if they're ok.

Once I read you can catch some form of dick rot when you fuck dead bodies, true or not, I was never taking that chance. The cops call me a serial killer, I'm not. I'm more a man of opportunity. I don't kill all the time, I'm also well aware that what I'm doing is completely fucked up and wrong but it's like the first time you have sex.

No, you guys know the Pringles advert ‘Once you pop you can't stop.' That. It really is like that. So many people on this earth claim they can do it, but very few of them can. I take what I need when I need it, and tonight, I needed a fix. Because when I'm done here, I'll go clean up and make my way over to see my blonde beauty. I crouch down beside Jules who's still passed the fuck out, thankfully.

If that's how she sounds when she's being rooted then I think the men, or women, of the world are better off without her. I need to work quickly because as I said, I'm never this close to home. I travel out so I don't get caught. Fingering the hem of the white t-shirt she's wearing I rip it down the middle exposing a pair of perfect tens.

"Jules, who'd have known you had these bad boys underneath and no bra too. Dirty girl." I smirk, smacking one of them. Watching it jiggle left and right. I need to stop fucking around and work. As I was saying, after spending time in the car with my first kill, that's where I developed my desire for killing brunettes. It was nothing to do with my mum being a whore or a terrible home life, it was far simpler than that.

I just liked the way a dead woman with brown hair looked. The colour contrast best suited the imagery I like to remember. I'm not your typical man. I remember every woman I've killed, where I buried them and their names. I remember everything about the scene and will never forget their anniversaries. I'm just a romantic kind of guy.

Sliding the butcher knife from the bag, I slap Jules face a few times until she starts to come through.

"Come on princess, wake up. I need you with me." She groggily rolls her head from side to side as her eyes begin to flutter open. "I need you awake."

I slap her cheek again and her eyes meet mine. "Now listen, I need to make this quick, I have somewhere I need to be so can you please sit still."

Her chest begins to shake as the sobbing takes hold of her. I almost feel sorry for this one. Almost. Raising the knife in my hand I bring it down with such force that it pierces her chest cavity. Her muffled screaming piercing the silence in my mind as I end this torturous date.

I lean over the knife and watch the blood weep from the wound and pool in that little crevice just at the base of the neck. Next, I grab the scalpel and slowly run it from one end of her throat to the other. The realisation finally hitting her that she's never going to make it out of this situation. Never going to make it home. That look. Priceless. I yank the knife from her chest and smile.

I'll let her bleed out while I get ready to remove the heart. Because I like to make things hard on myself, I could do this on an operating table in my basement, but I live in a place where everyone is so fucking nosey, I'd easily get caught. So, I make do with what I have and what I have is a manual bone saw. Throwing the knife and the scalpel back into the bag, I take both ends of the bone saw and get to work.

It's already later than expected and I hate having to rush. I press the blade to the open wound where the knife used to be and begin to move it back and forth. The sound of bone crunching and grinding against the jagged blade is like music to my ears. Her skin tearing jaggedly as she lays there, letting me work in silence.

By the time I'm finished opening the chest, I'm fucking sweating behind my mask. Rummaging back through my things, I find the rib retractor and squeeze in between her ribcage and begin to wind the small handle. My hard cock is straining against the zip of my jeans the more crunching and snapping of bones fills my ears.

I'm going to fuck myself so hard later.

Her chest is open just enough now, so I wrap my hand on one side, slide my black boot against the other and rip it apart. Blood spitting onto me and I groan in pleasure.

"Jules, you naughty, little girl. You lied. You said you weren't a smoker," I laugh as I look down at her blackened lungs. "However, the hard on I'm sporting right now is all you baby." It's then that I have a thought.

I can't wait.

Moving from the top of her I lay down beside her, looking up at the stars and smiling.

"This will be my first time with you, Jules. You sounded like a fucking foghorn, but I can't take it anymore." With my latex gloves covered in blood I undo the button and zip of my jeans, lifting the elastic waistband of my boxers and wrap a bloodied, hand around my strained and angry cock, working myself up and down.

"Holy fuck, you feel so good." My eyes flutter closed as the still warm blood coats me, giving me the most sensational feeling against the cold night air.

I need more.

Letting go of my throbbing cock, I rummage around in the open guts of Jules and coat my hand in more blood. Reaching back to myself, I stifle a groan and chuckle at the thought of someone seeing me now.

This random fucking guy, fisting his cock next to a dead body. Not fucking it though. The thought of someone watching pushes me further over the edge as I work myself harder and faster. My moans bleeding out into the night air to anyone who is close enough to hear. In this moment, I don't care if anyone sees because this is possibly the best wank, I've ever given myself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, lifting up my jumper as thick, warm cum squirts all over my chest. That was a lot quicker than usual. Is blood my thing now?

Hmm, interesting. Research might be needed.

"Sorry about that, Jules. How rude of me. Let me get this sorted and I'll get you covered up." Righting myself and covering my cum covered chest back up, I get to work. Straddling her again.

"Now that is a beautiful heart, Jules. You were holding out on me." I grab the scalpel again and begin to delicately slice over each of the arteries I can see. Leaving the carotid till last. That one's my favourite attachment. I get to my feet, still in a crouched position, and wrap both my hands around the muscular organ and in one swift movement, I rip the entire thing from Jules' chest.

Raising it to the sky like Mufasa did when he showed that little asshole, Simba. I pull the medium sized tupperware box out from the bag and neatly place the heart inside, leaving it placed exactly where I usually do.

"Well, Jules, thanks for the date and the wank. It was mesmerising, to say the least," I laugh as I pack up my belongings. "Thanks for the apparent new kink, too."

Standing up I make my way back over to the car and check my watch.

Right on time.

I've been laying under her bed for the past hour, waiting for the sleeping tablets to kick in. She really needs to be more careful leaving her window unlocked as well as leaving her water on the bedside table and trusting that it's safe. I'm a depraved bastard and even I wouldn't trust a floor full of women.

That's why I take them one by one, when they're walking alone at night. It's easier. Anyway, I crushed two tablets into her water. Enough to have her sleepy but not enough to have her completely comatose.

The moment I hear her breath level out and her gentle snore fill the room, I know it's time. I'm a big guy, so crunching myself into the foetal position is fucking uncomfortable but I did it for her.

I've been watching her for the past week, and I'd do anything for her. I don't know when I became obsessed with Ashley, but what I do know, is what I see in her.

Me.

I drag myself from under her bed as slowly as I can. I'm not exactly sure when her roommate will be back, so I simply click the lock on the door just to be safe. If anyone saw what I'm about to do to Ashley, I'd have to kill them. Ashley doesn't deserve that right now. After all, the roommate hasn't done anything to piss me off… yet.

I'm surprised I actually got here in time after I had to go home, shower and change. Can't see my girl all messy with someone else on me. I quietly walk over to the double bed, standing above her as I watch her chest rise and fall. The act hypnotising and I find myself caught up in just staring at her. The oversized, grey band t-shirt she's wearing has risen up over her peachy little ass.

Taking the knife from my back pocket, I press the button on the side and flick the blade from its casing. I take a step forward, stilling as the floorboard creaks under my black boot. My eyes going from the floor and back to her.

Nothing.

I slide the tip of the blade up the hem of the t-shirt and lift it, groaning as I realise, she has no underwear on.

"Oh, Ashley," I croon. "What a naughty girl. Were you waiting for me?" Pressing a knee onto the bed, the mattress dips as I make my move to position myself at her feet. I have to touch her; I have to feel her warm skin beneath mine. Pulling the latex gloves from both my hands, I press one to the mattress to balance myself and I slide the other agonisingly slow up her calf.

The moment I reach just above her knee, I curve my fingers round it and softly pull her leg to the side. Her perfect pussy glistening and on show for me. Making my mouth fill with water, I'm barely holding on by a thread. Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I put as much saliva onto them as I can.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. I'm sorry I had to drug you for our first time. But the next time we do, I promise you'll be awake and ready for me." The last word falls into the darkness of the room and Ashley shifts onto her back.

Her foot pressing against my thigh as both her legs fall open now and my god it's like everything I've done in my life has paid off. I'm about to eat the juiciest pussy I've ever fucking seen, and I can't wait. I feel like a kid the first time they realise Santa has been. I'm going to lick every fucking inch of her and when she's wet enough, I'm going to shove my cock so deep in her fucking cunt she will feel me in the morning.

Getting myself into position, I lean in and run my nose up the slit of her pussy, coating it in her juices and taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of her shower gel.

"Fuck meee," I groan heavily. I gently bring her legs up, pressing my forearm against the back of her knees and I push back. The movement raising her ass off bed slightly. Leaning in even closer this time, I press my free hand on her ass cheek, spreading it apart to look as her perfectly pink asshole.

Flattening my tongue, I lean in and run it slowly from her asshole to the opening of her tight cunt. A guttural groan vibrates in my chest as my tastebuds ignite with her cum on my tongue. The taste exploding, making my eyes roll back.

"Fuck this. I need you naked, baby."

Lowering her legs, I carefully slide the t-shirt up her perfect body, bunching it in my hands and lifting her head up as I pull it over her. She lays there then; bare as the day she was born, and my cock is straining so tight against my jeans if I move too fast, I'll cum myself. I'm now leaning between her legs, looking down at her awaiting body.

I gather spit into my mouth and let it drop from my tongue, landing perfectly onto her slit. Pressing two middle fingers to her hole, I push in slowly, watching as she groans and arches her back in response.

"That's my girl, you respond so well to me." I begin to finger fuck her, slowly to start because I'm desperate to feel every single groove of the inside walls of her cunt. To feel her clamp down on me as she comes. I keep pumping, watching as her tits move up and down with every single deep thrust I fuck into her.

"Uhh," she groans in her sleep, arching her back slightly. And it spurs me on.

"You like that, baby."

"Mmm," sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. She's enjoying this just as much as I thought she would, but this still isn't enough. I need her to come. Hard. "Fuck me." She whispers groggily, the unexpected words seep out into the fabric of the room and I still. There's no way I heard that right. Moaning she rolls over onto her front, her legs still spread on either side of me. My fingers now removed from inside her.

"Fuck me..." There they are again.

Whatever you want my girl.

Immediately, I pop the button of my black cargos and pull them down with my boxers. I've never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck Ashley. She's all I've thought about. Reaching to the front of her thighs, I hoist her ass into the air and rub the head of my cock through the juices weeping from her greedy cunt. Her phone lights up on the bedside table with a text, from an unknown number.

"Ashley, you broke my fucking nose!"

And another.

"I'm going fucking kill you!"

Whoever this little cocksucker is, there's no way he's touching what belongs to me. If anyone will kill Ashley, I will. Lining myself up at her entrance I push forward, and the hottest sound comes from her mouth. I can't be gentle; I can't be slow. I begin assaulting her with as much force as I can muster, black spots building behind my eyelids.