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Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

Christopher cackled as she cursed in his direction, giddy at her sudden animosity towards him. "Hehehe... ah, Roxanne; oh, this will be great fun, Detective." he said, standing up and removing his gloves, tossing them into the bedroom. Circling around her, he stopped at the back of the chair and leaned in, clutching her shoulders and squeezing roughly as he whispered in her ear.

"I can tell you're anxious to know who I am, so... I'll give you a hint or two, all right?" he teased, "I am not on your list of suspects... and, you met me recently," he said, not saying if she met him today, or yesterday.
 
She felt too vulnerable for her liking, having always made sure when she met a killer that she had the upper hand and not the other way around. Her fingers clenching the arms of the chair as the sound of his feet in movement reached her trained ears, her muscles going tense even before he touched her. Feeling his breath so close to hers she ground her teeth, making her wish that she could elbow his throat to hear him choke.

"I'm not playing your damn game!" She barked, though she did start to play the game in her head. She had gone over that list so many times that if he was on there she'd know, but considering he wasn't she started to think who she'd met in the past week. Almost 15 different people came to mind. Only six being women knocking the number down to 9, the next step was trying to remember the face and sound of voices.
 
Christopher knew she was thinking about his clues, and smirked as his lips lightly touched her ear as he spoke again. "Nothing yet? All right, another hint, perhaps..?" he thought about what he could give her that would not completely give himself away.

"Let's narrow it down to, say... the last three days," he added, his lips now partly enclosed on her ear as he lightly sucked on it.
 
Her ear twitched at his words, his mouth to close to her for her own comfort; in the last three days she had met this man. She was a detective and meeting people was something she did everyday, still she tried to remember who she had met. Her breath caught in her throat feeling him starting to lightly suck on her ear, her mouth drying as her first thoughts of what he would do to her ran over her mind.

In the last three days she had met four men, two of them older gentlemen while the others were more to the age of what his hand and lips felt like. That only left two men, Johnathan and the one she had met today Christopher. She took a minute to digest what they had sounded like when she met them. Johnathan had a deep voice one that was sick and aggressive, while Christopher was gentle more calm and kind, someone a woman could trust. Her eyes went wide at that moment, she remembered that in all the reports the man didn't have to break in, as if the victim had trusted him. "Christopher!"
 
Christopher parted his lips as she blurted out his name, and grinned. "Good girl! That was fast!" he exclaimed with cheeriness, stepping back before circling to her front again. Crouching down, his right hand reached forward and gripped the blindfold before freezing for a moment, not doing anything. Before Roxanne could respond, the young killer leaned in and placed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately for a moment before leaning back and taking the blindfold with him.

"Mm... luscious..." he muttered with a smile as he looked at her.
 
She only clenched her jaw at his statement, knowing that he was speaking to her just so she would get angry and lose her head, but not this time she had to stay on top of the situation. She felt his hand grip her blindfold, her eyes closed so she could adjust to the light that would rush into her eyes. She waited for a long moment about to ask what he was doing she received the kiss, the touch filled with passion. Trying to move her head away she fought with his lips before he moved the blindfold, her orbs slowly opening to look at him his words angering her.

Spitting in his face, "Disgusting!" she responded to his statement her eyes taking in the motel room around her, looking very similar to Mr.Carr's place.
 
Despite her words, Christopher touched his lips as he savored the taste. "Really? I must disagree, Roxanne," he replied, looking at her. Leaning forward, he reached his right hand behind his back, grabbing the hilt of the knife and sheathing it as he showed her his signature weapon. Despite the many lives it claimed, the blade was completely clean and gleamed brightly in the light.

"You know, I usually kill my victims without doing anything else. I just..." he leaned further in and placed the blade on her throat, applying pressure, but not enough to cut into her skin, then slowly made it slide across, "Kill them."

Leaning back, he pointed the blade at her eyes, "But you're different, Detective."
 
Roxanne watched him to the point, not wanting to miss anything that might give her an advantage over him when he set her free. Watching his joints and muscles seeing if he favored one over the other, to her dismay she had seen anything that would cause him pain if she hit it; but instead she saw the blade. The very knife that they had been searching for since the first kill, the knife that had haunted her dreams for months now.

She held a deadly glare on Christopher, her head pulling back away from the knife that rest so cruel against her warm skin. The blade causing shivers to run down her spine, the man holding it causing nerves and fear to run through her for the first time since she had started this case. She listened to him carefully, her face keeping the same hate looking deep into his eyes in a subconscious challenge.

"Why? How am I any different from the other thirteen young women you killed?" She demanded her finger nails gripping tightly to the wooden chair.
 
"Well, firstly... it is because if I set you free, you could readily defend yourself, maybe even turn the tables." Christopher replied truthfully, though a confident smile told her that he doubted it. In his free time, he had taken many classes in martial arts and defense classes, wanting to be ready in case something happened.

"Second, it has to be because of your amazing body. Ever since I started to track you, I couldn't help but think of using you any way I want. And if I knew you would look this fantastic... I would have done something sooner," he finished, biting his lip as he twirled his knife a few times before plunging it into the floor, burying in the carpet up to the hilt.
 
He made her sick, just the sight of him was enough to send her stomach twisting in nausea, how could this man do such terrible things and look so inviting. She had cursed herself forever shaking his hand, forever smiling at him and accepting him as a good-hearted person. He was a monster, it was as simple as that and now he wanted to use her for his sick pleasure.

Roxanne jumped when the blade plunged downward, a small yelp escaping her lips to her dismay having feared her foot to be in trouble of the sharp blade. "Well I wish I could say the same for you, but frankly your a hideous, lowlife of a man that's going to be locked up for a very long time when I'm done with you," Roxanne of course knew that he words would come back to haunt her, but for now she simply didn't care.
 
Christopher noticed her small hop in the chair, and smiled. "Oh, don't worry; I won't cause you any lasting pain... yet." he assured her evenly. He gripped the hilt of the blade, but didn't even attempt to take it from the floor.

A frown crossed his face as she spoke, "Oh, come now... that hurts, Roxy. But then again, it should be the other way around. When I'm bored with you... you'll be like the rest," he said, a malicious grin appeared on his lips.

"With your throat cut open and becoming just another case file for them to try and solve," he said, letting go of the hilt as he stood up.
 
Roxanne would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't scared, in fact nothing in her entire live made her more nervous than she was at that moment. She knew that the words Christopher spoke were true, when she had served her purpose he would slice her open and leave her alone to die, moving on to the next woman on his radar.

She watched him rise in front of her, wishing that she wasn't naked in front of him while his eyes looked down at her. For now she had to remain interesting, she had to remain alive and useful until someone came looking for her. Until she was able to get help, Roxanne could only hope that he intended to keep her for quiet sometime yet.
 
Walking closer, Christopher let a smirk appear on his lips as he crouched down eye-level. "Now... what shall I do first..?" he muttered to himself, placing his fingertips on her knees, shivering lightly as he reveled at the touch of her skin. Moving slowly, his hands trailed upwards, soon touching her thighs as he neared her exposed pussy.

Looking at her, he leaned in close and grazed his lips across hers, enclosing her lower lip as he nibbled it, keeping his face away so she couldn't retaliate. His fingers traced two little circles on her inner thighs, teasing her as he watched her reaction.
 
Each touch from him was enough for her skin to crawl, goosebumps running along her smooth flesh the closer he got to her pussy. Her jaw flexing from the tightening and releasing she was doing. Roxanne had been through a lot in her young life, having seen terrible things and fought criminals like Christopher before, but never had she been sexually touch by one.

The feel of his lips tugging on hers causing her to hold her breath, she wanted to ram her head into his but to her dismay he knew that, his head placed far enough away where she couldn't reach. She had to admit that if it wasn't for his crime Roxanne might have liked the man, or at least the one she'd met at the cafe. She gave a disapproving shiver when she felt the circles rolling on her thigh, her legs shutting as best as they could on the man.
 
The young man could feel the shivered reaction her body gave him, and to tell the truth it delighted him. It gave Christopher more to work with.

Unfortunately for her, as he roughly pulled her apart, holding them wider than before as a sort of punishment, it was easy to manipulate her, as the drugs she had taken were still slightly in effect. However, even if they ebbed away, she still was nowhere near the strength she needed to fight him; at least, not the way she was right now.

He continued to nibble on her lip, though he then suddenly roughly bit down, not causing blood to appear but enough to hurt her appropriately. Holding her legs open, Christopher took this chance neared ever closer to her pussy, finally lightly running his finger down the slit.
 
Roxanne fought hard to keep her legs closed on him, but he was to strong in his spreading, she wasn't feeling her normal self and for that she knew she would suffer. She watched him with evil intent, knowing that her gun would do the job quick and easy stopping the monster in his tracks.

With the bite to her lip she jumped forward, her legs spreading as a reaction towards his attack on her soft lips. Leaving her pussy exposed to him for that moment, Roxanne was about to protest at his biting when she felt his finger slid along her labia. Her mouth forcing out a sigh from being touched, it having been a long time since she had been stroked.

Roxanne felt her cheeks stain pink from her slip, not wanting Christopher to know that she was weak when it came to that kind of touch. Her eyes growing enraged she shouted at him, "Don't you touch me! Tell me how long is it until you bore of this game! Huh, when do I die Chris?" she tried to lure him away from what he was doing to her now.
 
Christopher felt her sigh as he released her lip, satisfied that she reacted from being touched so lightly. He then looked at her as she attempted to distract him with her "hurtful" words. Within a split second, the young man's right hand appeared on her neck and easily cut off her airway for a moment before relaxing, though he kept her head upwards. "What's the fun in just spoiling the moment of ultimate sensation, Roxy? Besides... I don't need to answer any of your questions..." he said, his cheerful tone and smile hiding his malicious intent.

After speaking, he leaned in towards her neck, kissing her collarbone before his lips trailed down to her beautiful breasts. Christopher's tongue gently licked a trail around one of her breasts, teasing the areola before he flicked one of her nipples, all the while stillholding her neck.
 
She choked out when he gripped her neck, her face starting to turn red from lack of air before he let her breath, she didn't know what to say to him. Her mind telling her to silence her stubborn attitude for now, his hand still resting on her neck meaning that he could very well choke her, just like the woman before. Her skin crawled from the touch of his mouth, her chest rising and falling; the draft in the room making her shiver biting at the wet trail Christopher had left around her breast. Her tender nipples sticking out despite her attempts to shake him off.

At that moment Roxanne wished that he had left the gag in her mouth, the feeling of his tongue on her flesh urging her to moan in acceptance. Biting down on her lip she did her best to hide the small enjoyment she was getting from this sick man. Her juices starting to glisten on her lips helping to prove her body's like of his touch.
 
Christopher saw that her nipples began to become erect and hard, and leaned in closer as his lips enclosed around one and sucked gently as his tongue played.

His left hand, however, was still exploring her lips, which were starting to moisten at his touch. His index finger felt the fluids as he teased her entrance, and the young man's thumb searched for her clitoris. After a moment or two, his thumb found the tiny bundle of nerves and rubbed it gently.
 
Roxanne was shaking at the man's careful attention to what would please her, her heart leaping with enjoyment from the thrill that a man so dangerous was being so careful. Her mind cursing at her for her body reacting towards this monsters touch, white teeth began to grind together in agitating want.

Fighting her moans she swallowed the forming lump in her throat, "Chris...mmm....stop."
 
Hearing the faint moans and feeling the shivers, Christopher stopped sucking and looked up at Roxanne. "Someone is enjoying this, eh? I mean, I know it isn't what you want... but you can't deny your own body's needs, right?" he inquired, relaxing the hold on her neck and moving his hand to her other breast. Gripping it roughly, his fingers rubbed her other nipple as his lips continued to suck on the other.

Christopher's left hand kept rubbing her clitoris, and his other fingers nudged into her lips a little deeper, hearing the soft squishing of her arousal.
 
Roxanne shook her head in response to the man, of course she was enjoying the mans touch. The feeling of his finger gliding along her warm, wet clit making her body shiver her legs spreading involuntarily for him. His fingers pushing into her more a lump forming in her throat again. "Shut up......Chris," the childish insult being the only thing she could think of at the moment.

Roxanne wanted the touch, her body begged her to give in to Christopher's caresses, to feed the lust that was slowly rising in the pit of her stomach. Her back arching into his mouth and hand feeding him more of the supple flesh, moans starting to slip from her mouth.
 
"I see..." Christopher said with a tiny smile as she began to moan a bit more loudly. His fingers played with her lips, a chuckle rising from his throat as her fluids squished as he played, "Hear how wet you how, Roxy..? I never figured that you would be enjoying this, honestly," he whispered, biting her nipple gently and pulled on it. His right hand gripped her other nipple and did the same, pulling it as his other hand paid attention to her pussy.

The young killer's thumb roughly pressed down on her clitoris as his index and ring finger were used to slowly spread open her lips, exposing the soaked insides. His middle finger then found her entrance and slowly entered inside, sliding in easily due to her natural lubricant.
 
She hated the sound of her wanton body, the wet sound meeting her only telling her how much she was going to have to come up with something to distract him. Her eyes were clouded with lusty need, her pussy welcoming the mans hand pushing inside her. Roxanne's cheek stained pink in shame at herself, her hips starting to coax his finger farther into her body.

Roxanne began to thrash against her restraints her breathing heavy and broken from the moans and sighs she let slip from her ruby lips. "You'll pay for this, you better keep me tied because if I get out......you be sorry," she spewed at him.
 
Christopher seemed to consider this, and grinned. "Good idea Roxy! Good girl!" he replied, releasing her nipples as he looked down at her soaking wet pussy. Crouching down further, he used his now-free right hand to keep legs from closing.

Leaning in, he lightly licked her thighs which were become wetter as he went further. He soon licked the puffed lips of her pussy, teasing her as his tongue trailed over to his clitoris. Christopher's middle finger plunged inside as far as it could go before slipping out and thrusted back in as he began to finger-fuck her and teased her clit with his tongue.
 
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