Inside the mind of killer with his first victim…
He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing the metaphorical
reel of film he’d just created. Her gargling, desperate gasps for air sang
between his eardrums, pleasuring him like the sweet moisture of intimacy.
Shockwaves spread and his body wanted to orgasm, but shivered instead, feeling
the pressure like a feather in arctic rain.
This youthful lamb would never be enough to quench his
thirst, but he allowed her flaccid escape attempts to linger. Her eyes, luring
and wide, had hooked him from the beginning. Such innocence in those almond
shapes that were so similar to what he ultimately craved. But still, she was
nothing compared to what waited for him on the dark horizon.
She was frantic now, her darting irises rolling from side to
side in pure terror. The smoky blue shade was all but erased by her nickel-sized
pupils and her yellow mane of hair that matted against her cheeks. Through those
small clouds, did she see him eclipsing the light?
It was time.
His euphoria started to evaporate. He knew from the moment
he’d gripped her tiny neck that it was fleeting. Even now, he was still parched,
with flames scorching his throat. But he could hold the moment. He was in
control and could savor the conquest to taste the sweetness beyond.
Grabbing a fistful of the lamb’s hair, he brought her mouth
to the surface for a short reprieve. Her pink, full lips opened and she ravaged
the air like a starved dog, sucking harshly and finishing with a deafening cry
that echoed against the tiles. Instinctively, he cupped her mouth and silenced
her wails, submerging her yet again.
He was ready now.
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