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| RainyMemory | Mar 22 2018, 04:21 PM Post #1 |
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The bass thumped against the walls, shaking the lights and making the floor vibrate like they were in the bad area of an earthquake. My fingers hooked in the belt loops of my dance partner's jeans. I pulled him hard into my hips and gave him the darkest hickey he'd ever seen, just under his jaw. His moan went unheard, buried under the music never to be heard by anyone, not even me. After maybe a half hour of dancing dirty, we're drinking at the bar and he's talking about something I don't care about and I can't hear him well anyway. I drink my seventh shot of vodka and I wonder where I got my alcohol tolerance from before pulling my date onto the dance floor again before taking him to the back room and then into the alley. The music is so loud you wouldn't hear anyone screaming from anywhere near the filthy building. So loud you can't hear them scream even if they're right in front of you. So loud you can't hear your own heart beating in your ears. So loud you can't hear the climax that causes a sticky liquid to hit the brick wall. I lick my lips, bite them, take deep breaths, I brush sweaty hair off my forehead and smirk. The bass makes the world blur with the beat as I pick up my dance partner and shove him in a body bag. You don't hear my car start up, you don't hear my music that shakes my windows, you don't hear the sizzling sound in an abandoned shed as I melt down a body. You don't hear the contents of the barrel pour down into the sewers, either. You don't hear someone moving the dumpster in the way of where the blood is in the alley outside the club. "It's been a week since the last one, I want another." "You know, if you kill in too quick of succession, you'll get caught." "Though he only kills people that never get investigated, there aren't ever any bodies to find, either." "Yeah, but like that it's hard to get money." "Oi, give me the glow." "No way! You used up all your share, this is mine! Just take his! He only uses glow when he kills." "It's not like he'll fight you for it, either, he's higher than heaven." "Aren't you an atheist, though?" My heels click against the sidewalk, a cigarette lit fresh in my right hand, pink lipstick stains it. My veins feel bright and my head feels clear, I take in every colour the city shows me until I'm in the dark part of town where good girls shouldn't walk at night. I don't walk with any particular urgency, I take a long drag of my cigarette and stop to breath the smoke high into the air. "Hey sweetheart, you alone?" I turn to face the five men walking across the street to meet me. I narrow my eyes suspiciously, "Why don't we go somewhere fun?" the words are red and I back up looking nervous. One of them grab my wrist and slam me against a wall, I drop my cigarette and smile. I drop out of the man's grip, he's over a foot taller than me and I'm in heels, and there's four others for me to worry about. But it's no problem. I easily take them down one after the other, admiring the hues their skin shifts to. Purple, red, black; it's just so pretty, I can't help but continue beating them until they're unrecognizable. Once the last one isn't moving anymore at all, and there's audible squishy sounds when I step on them, I take a few pictures and call my ride. Quickly, he shows up and helps me pack up the bodies and move them to a different location, where he helps me pose them for pictures after taking all their valuables. After we're done, we burn the bodies in a bonfire and call the others over for drinks while I unwind from the rush by getting high and watching the glorious orange glow and melting skin falling off of the pretty corpses. "Isn't five people too many at once?" "You say that but you're the one who likes to kill in rapid succession." "Shut up." "Well, isn't it fine? He did it dressed as a woman, so I doubt he'd get caught anytime soon." "Plus he makes such a cute girl!" "I don't think he's listening to us at all." Humming under my breath, I twirled the keys to my car on my right pointer finger as I watched the stripper work the floor for a couple minutes before meeting a woman in a slinky red dress. Bright blond hair, purple eye shadow, approximately 110lb and 5'5; a target so clear as day I almost didn't want to deal with her. But, I still went along with it, there was always something to gain. If I just treated it like a project. When I take her out back, she says she doesn't have the money but oh please just give her a little more time please she'll have it. I sigh and check my watch, starting to count the seconds in my head. It takes maybe two minutes to knock her out and shove her in my trunk. It takes another half hour for that stripper to finish his job and come out counting tips and puts the woman's coat and purse into my backseat before giving me his tips for the night to put someplace safe and he makes me drop him off at the club. It takes an extra twenty minutes, and then another two hours to get back to the shed. I take the women out of the trunk and chain her down. I fasten a leather belt to her neck with a bi pronged fork jabbing under her chin and in her sternum. Very carefully, I explained the rules. If she moves her head, she dies. I can tell she's going through withdrawal, heroin sure is funny. I show her the drugs, and I set them not too far from her feet. If she can withstand this posture without moving or eating for four days, she gets her drugs free for two months. I set up some cameras and leave. "Wanna make bets on how long she'll last?" "No, you always cheat." "You sure are boring for a stripper." "He's right, though. This is important research, I don't want you messing it up." "Ahahaha! I'll make a bet! Twenty says she lasts under ten hours." "Alright, but since it's just you and me, if she makes it past that even a minute~" "You two better not interfere!" "Yeah, yeah." |
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