His finger squeezed the trigger. The feeling was at once familiar and alien. It had been so long, but not long enough to affect his aim. The shot rang true, as evidenced by the sound of ripping flesh and the iron-like scent of hot, fresh blood. A psychotic grin warped his weathered face. Time to… Continue reading The KISS Killer
She knew for sure they were not the same man… a woman can feel such details, even if she is blinded and bound.
“Nico Phillip Demaray! You’ve been in the woods again, haven’t you?” Paulette was furious. “You know how dangerous it is to wander out there alone. How many times do I have to tell you to stay away?!”
“‘Twas something in the gardens, m’Lord. I found Mistress Winifred lying on the ground - asleep-like. I knew something bad must’ve happened. When she woke, she started running to the bushes, shouting for Annmarie.”
I shriek. I cackle. I nearly cry from the sheer hilarity of it all. My minions are doing their job well.