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- Nov 14, 2018
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Every relationship had secrets from the outside world, things that someone wouldn’t want known in a million years. For most, it was something along the lines of male impotence or some lurid affair. For Amanda LaRue, her secret was worse perhaps than any her boyfriend could imagine. Michael was an amazing man in many ways. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a relationship, a good man to her and a good partner. He had an ambitious career and she supported his goal, even if it kept him away from home for so long. The time alone would have broken most relationships, killed a woman and made her resent him.
Amanda was stronger than that. The time alone gave her freedom and for that she could not have been more thankful. Michael was so zoomed in on his own work that he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend’s long nights away from home, her odd hours, or the times that she came home bloody. She didn’t have to worry about him finding out. He was blissfully aware of everything, but so in the dark at the same time. It was a game, almost, to the point that she found herself enjoying watching him investigate and rack his brain for information.
Tonight was like so many others, another night which he had called her earlier to apologize that he wouldn’t be home at a decent hour. Her lips curled into a smile as she held the phone, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go for a run or something. Be safe, okay? … I love you, Michael.” She never hung up the phone without that. ‘Be safe. I love you.’ It was almost her calling card of sorts, the woman stepping into the bathroom now to prepare herself. She pulled her long blond hair back into a ponytail, admiring her athletic build in the mirror.
She was a beautiful girl, her cheekbones prominent and her lips full. She didn’t look like the type that was capable of much besides a sweet smile, a mask of beauty that told people she couldn’t hurt a fly. It was a trap that so many had fallen into. She slid on her hoodie over her workout clothing, leaving the apartment with a final glance back. She left her phone on the counter, the door closing shut with a click behind her.
Running for her was cathartic, relaxation more than it was exercise, a motion that kept her feeling alive. She wanted to run until she faces in the neighborhood weren’t familiar, until she didn’t know the street signs and she was far from home. She ran until she didn’t know exactly where she was, but knew that she was where the prey would be. She ran until the moment felt right.
Breathless and panting, she made a show of patting down her pockets, letting out a quick cuss before she bent herself forward over her knees, making a good show of being out of breath. Her body was used to this. Her breathing was, in all honesty, quite fine. But she was a performer. And low, along came a would-be hero, a guy that broke free from his group.
“Uh, hey, you okay?” He placed a concerned hand on her shoulder and she waved him off, acting all the part of someone with too much pride, “I, yeah,” She wiped the sweat on her forehead, “I just… I think someone’s following me and I just realized I left my phone at home.” She gave him a sheepish smile, watching him wave his friends on. “I mean, I don’t mean to brag but… I’m pretty strong, you know. I’m sure I can take whoever it is that’s messin’ with you.” He gave her a wink and offered his arm, “Let me walk you home.”
Her sheepish smile turned shy, taking his arm as she let him lead away. “I’ll think of a way to thank you.” She teased, leading him in a fresh direction. He didn’t know where she lived any more than his friends did and she followed the streets until the streetlights were becoming sparse and people fewer, “Wow. You took a pretty big risk coming this way all by yourself… It’s really not safe for a girl like you out here… There’s not a soul in sight. You’re lucky I offered to take you home.”
“Yeah, I’m so lucky you did…” She tugged him to an alleyway, a place void of light and prying eyes, “What do you say I… Thank you?” She purred, tugging him in close to her. He wasn’t the brightest. He thought with the mindless thing between his legs and it was obvious. He was putty in her hands the moment their lips met, his hands on her. “Mmm. Against the wall,” She begged as she pressed him against the brick, her hand sliding into the pocket of her hoodie. Strangely, it came out empty, though her sleeve was weighted down now.
“Take your shirt off.” It was a command, her body moving away from him now, arms behind herself as she watched him strip it down, her eyes moving over his skin. Behind her back, the blade was visible just outside of the sleeve of her hoodie, “Pants too. Gimme a show.” She winked and giggled, watching the all too eager man strip off the last of his clothing, leaving himself nearly nude and vulnerable.
“Perfect.”
Her arms were quick, the blade exposed now as it cut straight across his neck, penetrating veins, arteries, and windpipe alike. The hole gaped and made a wet sucking sound as his hands tried to hold it closed, blood pouring out in time with the beats of his heart. She’d been smart enough to sever the throat so that his voice wouldn’t work, her eyes watching him as he fell to his knees, then to the ground.
She didn’t plan it well enough to play, but she had enough time to cut his cheeks free from his face, the blade sharp and long enough she removed bits off his arms and bits off his legs. She produced the last piece of what was hidden in her pocket - a ziploc bag. She deposited the removed pieces, sealing it and putting it back into her pocket before stepping away wiping away any of the possible finger prints she could have left.
The meat felt warm against her stomach on the jog home. She played the scene over and over again in her mind, relishing the sound of his body trying to suck in air through the fresh hole, enjoying the view of his body covered in hot, fresh blood. She was panting with a new desire by the time she was home, enough time to spare to clean the blade, secure it away, and slice the meat so that it wasn’t recognizable as human any longer.
Michael still wasn’t home.
She grabbed her phone off the counter and dialed his number, chewing the edge of her hoodie.
Amanda was stronger than that. The time alone gave her freedom and for that she could not have been more thankful. Michael was so zoomed in on his own work that he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend’s long nights away from home, her odd hours, or the times that she came home bloody. She didn’t have to worry about him finding out. He was blissfully aware of everything, but so in the dark at the same time. It was a game, almost, to the point that she found herself enjoying watching him investigate and rack his brain for information.
Tonight was like so many others, another night which he had called her earlier to apologize that he wouldn’t be home at a decent hour. Her lips curled into a smile as she held the phone, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go for a run or something. Be safe, okay? … I love you, Michael.” She never hung up the phone without that. ‘Be safe. I love you.’ It was almost her calling card of sorts, the woman stepping into the bathroom now to prepare herself. She pulled her long blond hair back into a ponytail, admiring her athletic build in the mirror.
She was a beautiful girl, her cheekbones prominent and her lips full. She didn’t look like the type that was capable of much besides a sweet smile, a mask of beauty that told people she couldn’t hurt a fly. It was a trap that so many had fallen into. She slid on her hoodie over her workout clothing, leaving the apartment with a final glance back. She left her phone on the counter, the door closing shut with a click behind her.
Running for her was cathartic, relaxation more than it was exercise, a motion that kept her feeling alive. She wanted to run until she faces in the neighborhood weren’t familiar, until she didn’t know the street signs and she was far from home. She ran until she didn’t know exactly where she was, but knew that she was where the prey would be. She ran until the moment felt right.
Breathless and panting, she made a show of patting down her pockets, letting out a quick cuss before she bent herself forward over her knees, making a good show of being out of breath. Her body was used to this. Her breathing was, in all honesty, quite fine. But she was a performer. And low, along came a would-be hero, a guy that broke free from his group.
“Uh, hey, you okay?” He placed a concerned hand on her shoulder and she waved him off, acting all the part of someone with too much pride, “I, yeah,” She wiped the sweat on her forehead, “I just… I think someone’s following me and I just realized I left my phone at home.” She gave him a sheepish smile, watching him wave his friends on. “I mean, I don’t mean to brag but… I’m pretty strong, you know. I’m sure I can take whoever it is that’s messin’ with you.” He gave her a wink and offered his arm, “Let me walk you home.”
Her sheepish smile turned shy, taking his arm as she let him lead away. “I’ll think of a way to thank you.” She teased, leading him in a fresh direction. He didn’t know where she lived any more than his friends did and she followed the streets until the streetlights were becoming sparse and people fewer, “Wow. You took a pretty big risk coming this way all by yourself… It’s really not safe for a girl like you out here… There’s not a soul in sight. You’re lucky I offered to take you home.”
“Yeah, I’m so lucky you did…” She tugged him to an alleyway, a place void of light and prying eyes, “What do you say I… Thank you?” She purred, tugging him in close to her. He wasn’t the brightest. He thought with the mindless thing between his legs and it was obvious. He was putty in her hands the moment their lips met, his hands on her. “Mmm. Against the wall,” She begged as she pressed him against the brick, her hand sliding into the pocket of her hoodie. Strangely, it came out empty, though her sleeve was weighted down now.
“Take your shirt off.” It was a command, her body moving away from him now, arms behind herself as she watched him strip it down, her eyes moving over his skin. Behind her back, the blade was visible just outside of the sleeve of her hoodie, “Pants too. Gimme a show.” She winked and giggled, watching the all too eager man strip off the last of his clothing, leaving himself nearly nude and vulnerable.
“Perfect.”
Her arms were quick, the blade exposed now as it cut straight across his neck, penetrating veins, arteries, and windpipe alike. The hole gaped and made a wet sucking sound as his hands tried to hold it closed, blood pouring out in time with the beats of his heart. She’d been smart enough to sever the throat so that his voice wouldn’t work, her eyes watching him as he fell to his knees, then to the ground.
She didn’t plan it well enough to play, but she had enough time to cut his cheeks free from his face, the blade sharp and long enough she removed bits off his arms and bits off his legs. She produced the last piece of what was hidden in her pocket - a ziploc bag. She deposited the removed pieces, sealing it and putting it back into her pocket before stepping away wiping away any of the possible finger prints she could have left.
The meat felt warm against her stomach on the jog home. She played the scene over and over again in her mind, relishing the sound of his body trying to suck in air through the fresh hole, enjoying the view of his body covered in hot, fresh blood. She was panting with a new desire by the time she was home, enough time to spare to clean the blade, secure it away, and slice the meat so that it wasn’t recognizable as human any longer.
Michael still wasn’t home.
She grabbed her phone off the counter and dialed his number, chewing the edge of her hoodie.