chapter seven

The numbness that once consumed me, drowning me in its nothingness, had settled into an encompassing calm. It’d stitched the frayed part of me, rounding my once sharp edges. It allowed me to finally settle as if this calmness was the missing piece I had been searching for my entire life.

As soon as I arrived home from meeting Saul, I found myself eagerly searching for ways to capture that feeling again without depending on him. Because he might have helped me with my first, but who knew what he would do if I asked for help with another body.

In the meantime, I’d been working on my store orders that came in while I was indisposed, which helped me generate better ideas on how to dispose of the bodies.

Saul used a lye solution to dissolve the man, and I already had loads of that. But what was the fun in just dissolving the body? I had the ingredients to do something far better.

As for capturing my prey, if I used social media thirst traps, the right kind of creep would most definitely send me money for what they think is a service. In reality, they would be paying to cleanse the world of their presence, leaving behind the toxicity they imprinted on our society while nourishing and uplifting the spirit and confidence of the same people they would and have victimized.

Just thinking about that alone made me wet.

I couldn’t wait to get started.

The Vanessa alert rang through my computer, startling me from another investigation that landed on my desk earlier that day. Excitement curled in my core. I’d been waiting for this alert for a few days now, hoping I wouldn’t have to wait forever and brush off her case because I wasn’t given enough information in enough time.

Navigating to the program that let me look into the webcam of her laptop, I was confronted with an image I had always dreamed of seeing. She had a man on a metal table in a darkened room. From what I could tell, he was naked and didn’t have any puncture wounds, but if she had cleaned him up, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t hurt.

She looked gorgeous as she set up a camera on a tripod to record everything. Her hair was pulled up into a tousled bun, giving her a carefree look. She donned a long white doctor dress coat, which sharply contrasted with the black lingerie peeking out from underneath, accentuating her pale complexion.

“Shit…” My cock thickened in my pants. She was like an avenging angel as she used needles to draw blood from the man on the table. He didn’t seem to be conscious, or if he was, he couldn’t move a single muscle. I could see her lips moving, but for some reason, the sound wasn’t coming through, so I swiftly got my headphones and plugged it into my computer. When I did, the sound came through shockingly clear.

“… at that! Looks like our blood is a match. Now, let’s look at if we can use your blood.” Her voice was as celestial as she looked. It was light and soft with just the curl of dark seductiveness that made my thickening cock pulse with need. She moved off-screen slightly, and I could hear her rummaging with equipment that sounded like glass and metal.

This was exactly what I was looking for. She was exactly what I was looking for, and I didn’t want to share her with anyone. I tried to imagine myself turning her in or building a case against her to send off to the appropriate department, and the sense of wrongness reverberated through my very being. No, I didn’t even want to share her with the department. I wanted her for myself.

“The rapid test came in…” she sang, and her tone was dangerous with an edge to it. “Looks like your blood is clean. Aren’t I lucky?” She came back on screen with a scalpel, and in fascination, I watched her as she castrated this man.

“Now, you will never hurt another girl, you lowly piece of shit.”

I should be horrified, watching her dismember someone the way she was, but I’d never found anything sexier. The way she moved with such confidence and grace made this almost like foreplay. I wasn’t really sure what she was doing with him other than the fact that I was convinced that she was taking revenge.

What did she need the blood for? That was what she was looking for, or at least what she said she would be using. But it didn’t look like that was the only thing she’d be taking because after she collected vial after vial of blood, she cut the hair off his head and then skinned him.

I had never been more jealous of a man getting mutilated and shredded than I was at this very moment. I wanted to be underneath her as she dissected me with such dedication as she did to him. I wanted to be the center of her world like she was far too quickly becoming the center of mine.

On the other screen where I was watching her email come through, I was reminded of her SomeFans account when someone bought a video of hers. Hastily finding my way to the site, I was instantly captivated by her account, my senses heightened by the seductive welcome banner and the alluring profile picture showcasing her in thigh-highs that accentuated the curves of her legs by the indentations of the band in her skin.

This will be the best ten dollars a month I would ever spend.

My eyes went to my open office door, and I jumped up to close it, shutting even the shade that covered the window of my door to ensure complete privacy.

I sat back down and continued to watch her work on the man on the table while pulling up one of the videos she most recently posted on her SomeFans account.

She stared playfully into the camera as she trailed a finger down her bottom lip to her chin and then arched her back, throwing her head back as well. She let her fingers trail down her bra-clad chest and stomach to enter her panties. If you could even call them panties, they were skin tight and showed her smooth mound. She started rubbing her clit and let out a loud moan.

In real-time, I watched her as she continued to strip this man of his limbs with a portable table saw that cut through his bone like butter. She placed his limbs in a large pot that looked like a Crock-Pot or at least a pressure cooker.

“Do you like that, baby?” Her sultry voice from her SomeFans account grabbed my attention back to her as she rid herself of her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts to the camera. I trailed my own hand down to my pants, rubbing my cock through the fabric, and hissed as my cock eagerly jumped at the friction.

I opened my belt and groaned as I unfastened my pants, undoing the zipper and freeing my cock from my pants. My fist feverishly stroked it as I watched her on both screens as she handled the man and her own body. I flicked my Prince Albert piercing with my thumb, making my hips buck into my hands.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Just hoping you can fill me up and stretch my sweet pussy. Would you do that for me, baby? Would you stretch my pussy?”

“Oh yeah… I will fucking wreck you, baby.” I panted, squeezing my cock harder as I quickened my pace.

Vanessa got out a toy with a curved end, which was obviously meant to hit her G-spot. She shimmied out of her panties and inserted the toy with a slow moan. She used her other hand to grab one of her breasts and pinched her nipple.

“I’m so wet. I wish this were your cock,” she whimpered, thrusting the toy deep inside of her at an angle I knew must push against her G-spot before roughly fucking it.

On the other screen, I watched her as she placed more of the bones in the pots that now lined the floor by the table and then turned them on. She placed the man’s fat in a large pot, and I wondered if she was going to do what I thought she was going to do.

“I’m gonna come!” she whined before letting out a screaming moan as her hips stuttered and her hand stopped thrusting the toy inside of her.

“Fuuuuck…” I erupted before I could even feel myself about to come all over my hands and staining my pants as my head fell back onto the top of my chair. As I tried to catch my breath from the intense orgasm she unknowingly just gave me, I listened to her as she continued to work on the body, using every piece of it to create products for her cosmetic store.

I think she was the one. I would do anything to ensure she was mine.