The Serial Killers Guide to Love (Deadly Darling #1)

Chapter 33

33

Sam

The last thing I wanted was to push Lilly into something she didn’t want to do, but I had to kill. This was not optional. I would get damn big killer blue balls if I need to go through a stabbing interrupts with Miller.

The look on his face when he saw me and he knew that I was his personal angel of death.

That I was here to take away his life and the power he loved so much.

Miller did some pretty nasty things to the women, but I wasn’t in the business of torture. I am a cleaner, a garbage man. I end the garbage and I take the garbage out. Simple like that.

His chest moved up and down as he lay strapped to the table.

My syringe with adrenaline was ready. I wanted him awake when I killed him.

Lilly leaned against the wall. The room was hot and dust flew in the air like particles of gold.

“ Breathe Lilly.”

I whispered and gave her a kiss.

I had a plastic shield like the ones painters use and I gave her one too, even though I knew that she wouldn’t use it. She had no reason to come closer.

The dark me, the one that craved the juice of life was so close to the surface, it made me dizzy with the sort of adrenaline only killing allowed to enter my mind.

Yes, I will touch flesh and I will split a chest and I will rip his heart out. I missed that.

I wanted to hold his still beating heart in my hand, watch the way his face turns soft and his body is just a mass of flesh lacking electric impulses to keep it alive.

Lilly leaned against the wall.

I pushed the syringe into Miller’s heart, and he was up.

They always wake up with a jolt, they try to inhale and to find a place that they can release the anger of being a victim.

“Who are you? What are you doing?”

He asks, and yes it’s the same question again and again. Who are you, why are you doing this.

I step into the light and I know that he can see my face.

The first phase is anger.

“You damn mother fucker.”

I am silent. I look over at Lilly and see her watching. She is living in the moment.

The next one is threats.

“I will cut you into small pieces as soon as I lay hands on you. You faggot.”

“Do you think that it is a good idea to threaten the person that has you strapped to the table and holds a knife?”

He looks at me.

I am looking forward to phase three.

Bargain.

“Listen, man, I, I didn’t see your face. Cut me loose and I will walk away from here. This must be a misunderstanding. We can work it out.”

“But this is no misunderstanding. You are James Miller. The James Miller that not only raped but also killed seven innocent women.”

“I didn’t. I mean. There is no proof. Even the police had to let me go.”

“It is proof enough for me.”

“I didn’t do it. You have no proof. No jury will condemn me.”

And this is the moment I love. When they see my face, and I lift the visor so that all details are clear. Some close their eyes. Some try to turn their heads away.

James Miller gets an erection. I am not shocked. Not a bit.

I expected him to react like that. The most homophobic men are closet gays. Why in this day and age, I don’t get it.

“But you did.”

And then he starts to cry and to beg and to bargain only that he doesn’t realize that he has nothing that he can give me. I have everything. I have his life, spread here, in front of me.

Lilly is still watching, but I can’t snap out of the feeling that takes over me. The darkness has me in its grip and I can’t let go to focus on Lilly as much as I need to find out what’s wrong with her. She is still shaking, but I return my attention to the man that lays there in front of me.

I tape his mouth shut, I don’t need this soundtrack to hype me. There are others, I assume that get high on fear. I don’t need that. I am just fine with the knowledge that I hold the power over life and death. Fear is for boys, death is for men.

“Sam?”

Lilly’s voice is shaking and she steps closer to me.

“Yes, my deadly darling?”

“Can I. I mean, can I stab him, just a bit?”

I feel like a predator that was about to strike his prey to death, just to be interrupted by the sexy female that holds his heart.

But the predator still wants his pound of flesh. I still need the kill, so much I can smell it, I can taste it. I can feel the adrenaline. I want the kill, but Lilly looks at me.

Miller’s eyes dart between us, as if he believes that this angel stepped down to save him, but she didn’t. She is as blood thirsty as I am and she wants to end him.

“How about we do it together?”

She leans into me. Her hands are flat next to her body. The painter overalls make strange noises and she pushes herself up on her toes to kiss me.

“I would like that.”

I nod and kiss her deeply, holding her closer to me. And I unlock a new fantasy, Lilly wearing only a plastic overall and nothing else, sweat glistening on her skin and pearling down her lush body.

My cock is pressing against her and she smiles.

“That too,” she says.

“Here, take the knife.”

I offered her my favorite blade. Miller is still watching us, confused, with that deer in the headlights face that makes me feel even more disgusted by him.

If another serial killer would deem that he must kill me, I would at least be calm about it, it would only mean that a bigger stronger predator will end my sad existence.

Miller cries and I step behind Lilly, feeling her nervous energy hitting me in waves. She holds the blade with both hands and I put my hands over hers. Lilly is shaking.

“My deadly darling, it will be okay.”

She leans back against me and I try my best to absorb her shivers, swallow them down into the endless pit of night that holds me in his iron grip.

“I want this pig to die.”

She is not shivering anymore. I showed her all the files, including the pictures of the women he killed without mercy, women that he tortured for weeks before he allowed them the relief of dying.

Lilly was not shaking anymore.

My hands covered hers, and I pushed the shield that covered her face down.

“No, leave it up, I want to feel his blood on me.”

I pushed her shield up and pointed to the exact spot where she had to push the blade down.

A part of me expected her to stop, to quit, but she only released a breath, and we stuck the knife together in Miller’s chest.

Blood sprayed her face, and he was dead before he could realize what had happened to him.

Warm blood rained on her.

Lilly left the knife in his chest, and she turned to me. Her face and neck covered in blood.

Blood that ran down her chest, and soaked her dark clothes.

“I want to see you, wearing just the overall. Can I, please?”

I was too stunned by her unique wild beauty to say more.

Lilly leaned down and unlaced her sneakers and threw them away, she then undressed, giving me a glimpse of her silky pussy and of the way her hips curved and moved.

She took off her shirt.

Blood was touching her skin, but it was not enough.

The high of the kill was flashing like a siren in my head, but there was more I was aroused. Needing to do something reckless. One of my biggest concerns was to always cover my tracks, to be efficient, but now all I could think about was fucking Lilly here, as she was covered in blood.

She whipped her bloody hands on her body, touching her nipples and leaning on the table with the freshly dead Miller guy.

It was not the idea of a corpse that turned me on. Necrophilia was never my thing, it’s not gentlemanly to do it without a ladies consent, and she can’t consent if she’s dead.

No.

It was a heady mix of Lilly and death, and violence and oh so much blood that covered her like a fire flower, red and fire, creeping all over her, like silk.

She pinched her nipples, painting them for me.

“I can’t, I am yours, command and I shall do as you say.”

She only sat on the table, leaned over Miller and spread her legs.

I didn’t need more.

I was so hard, I impaled myself into her.

“Take me, make me your fucking whore.”

She called out to me and I obeyed without questions. Her silky inside was pulling me under, another type of all consuming darkness that mingled with mine. Like two types of dark red wine, both making me drunk and high.

“Do you want me to fuck you like a whore?’

“Yes, fuck me, don’t hold back. Give me the pain. I need it.”