Playing with Your Food... (Dakol and Blood)

[Lord Dakol]

Christopher

The young man of 24 had been on the trail of the woman for days, though he had already found her on day one, he decided to refrain from killing her like the women before her; this was uncharacteristic for him, but he figured that he needed a little diversity. Running a hand through his short black hair, Christopher Hunter leaned in and read an article in the newspaper about his work. No one had seen his face since he started, and so it was how he was able to just sit at the cafe' and drink his coffee without being interrupted. He had knowledge that the she visited the cafe' every morning in order to get her drink, and so he decided that would be the time to strike.

It was also a great place to scout for new victims. He saw many potential targets, though it was of course difficult to see if they would be enjoyable or not. But that the fun of it!

"Choices, choices..." he murmured, his eyes flickering up as his target finally walked in. For now, Christopher ignored her presence, sipping on his coffee with barely any urgency. Like always, she was beautiful...

 

[BloodType]

Fae walked into the cafe and shivered. Something felt off but she shook it off. She had probaly read one too many murder mystery or watched too many cop shows. The fact that she had forgotten her cell phone didn't help calm her nerves.

She was due for work soon but she needed her morning drink. She was normally late for work anyway.

She walked to the counter and smiled. "I'll have my usual." She went here every morning she so the workers knew her pretty well. She walked over to a empty table and waited for them to call her name.

 

[Lord Dakol]

The door opened and the bell dinged lightly, announcing the arrival of someone new. His eyes flickering up, he saw her: Fae. She was quite young, and naive, it looked like. But never - never - judge a book by its cover.

Sitting at the counter, he went back to reading his paper for a moment, then saw that she sat down. Turning in his seat, he gazed at her for a moment before calculating a plan. Standing up, cup in hand, he walked past before "accidentally" stumbling. The cooled coffee spilled onto the table top, splashing Fae's clothes. "O-Oh, I'm sorry!" he said nervously, putting the cup down before grabbing a handful of napkins, going to dry her off.

 

[BloodType]

Fae stared out the window, oblivious to the world around her. She'd often day dream as she waited for her drink.She'd often think of an excuse to tell her boss about why she was late, not that he'd buy it. But today she was taken out of her day dream but something other than a worker calling out her name. Today she was shocked by spilt coffee.

Fae jumped up,expecting to be burnt and was almost shocked to find it cooled. She gave the man a small smile "I'm fine." She said " To be honest I don't really like this outfit, my exboyfriend bought it for me."

 

[Lord Dakol]

Christopher forced a blush upon his cheeks, acting even more nervous and shy when she responded. "E-Ex?" he stuttered, then shook his head, "Well, it was my mistake. Let me repay you."

The young killer leaned forward, drying off her skirt before dabbing at the empty space of chair between her legs, though he never ventured further. "How about lunch? Or dinner tonight?" he asked with a friendly smile, pushing up his glasses.

 

[BloodType]

Fae smiled "You really don't have to repay me." She said "But I would like to get to know you. So dinner sounds great."

She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her address. She handed it to him and said "I'll be home by six. I live in apartment eight."

She heard her name be called by a worker and started to walk away but turned to him "See you tonight."

 

[Lord Dakol]

When Christopher felt the piece of paper being slid into his palm, he smiled. He already knew her address (had known for a while now), but this gave him an willing entry. No picking locks tonight.

"Yeah, tonight. For sure," he replied. She turned away, and the smile was replaced by a smirk. Now, the question was: strike tonight, or let it go on for a bit..?

((What did you want? Tonight, or later?))

 

[BloodType]

(Tonight. )

Fae had a smile on her face as she walked out of the cafe. She was always happy to have plans. Maybe if she worked hard today she could get home early and do her hair nicely.

She walked to car and drove to work. Luckily her work wasn't boring she the day should go by quick.

 

[Lord Dakol]

As Fae left the cafe, Christopher's mind immediately switched over to the other, much more violent mode. There was much planning to do.

Over the next several hours, the young killer get ready. Getting dressed in a pair of black pants and a black hoodie, a pack of materials that he would need was strapped to his left leg. A handgun was hidden beneath his hoodie, along with his prized knife - the weapon used to kill so many other girls.

Across his back was a messenger bag, filled with rope, ducktape, a few gags, and a toy or two. Yes, he usually made sure to humiliate them before killing them. It was the ultimate satisfaction. But, he wanted to try something different tonight. Tonight, he would get satisfaction.

Then, a few minutes after six, Christopher appeared at her apartment, pulling the hood up to hide his visage. Striding up to her door, he knocked gently before hiding at one side. Unzipping the pack at his leg, he slipped out a needle and a hypo. Not dangerous, but just enough to knock her out for an hour or two.

 

[BloodType]

Fae had gotten home at about five forty. She had straightened her hair and slipped into a different outfit, a pair of jeans and a white blouse. She had put on a light shade of blush and a bit of mascara. She smiled and twirled around once and decided she was ready.

She went and sat on the coach for a few minutes before she heard a light knock. "He's here!" She said grinning widely. She ran to the door and opened it.

"Am I hearing thing?" She muttered to herself when she saw nobody there. "That's strange."

 

[Lord Dakol]

Christopher tensed up when he heard the footsteps nearing the door. He took a quick look around to make sure no one else was present, and closed his eyes as the door opened.

He waited just a moment, hearing Fae speak, confused about the invisible knock. Letting out a soft breath of air, he stepped forward and placed his free hand upon her mouth, silencing any noise as he stuck the needle into her neck, pressing down on the plunger to release the liquid. As her body went slack and her mind floating off, Christopher tossed the hypo into the apartment and gripped her head, easing her into the room and onto the carpet. Briefly turning around, he shut the door and locked it. Time to get to work.

An hour and a half later, Christopher was finished. He appreciated the fact that she had gotten herself dressed up on account for him; sadly, the clothes would have to go soon. He had slid her onto a chair, tying her ankles to the legs, while he wrapped her arms around the back of the chair, tying her wrists. He wrapped a length of rope around her body, pressing tightly against her chest, stomach, and groin, where it dug nicely into her cunt. He stuffed a ball gag into her mouth, tightening it behind her head, and held it in with a layer of ducktape.

Then, Christopher waited, crossing his legs on the floor in front of her, his hood up to hide his face.

 

[BloodType]

Fae's head felt heavy. She forced her eyes open and looked around. She was in her apartment, had she fallen asleep..? And then memories flooded back to her. She had been attacked by a hooded man!

Fae tried to stand up but then she felt the ropes around her. Then her eyes found him in front of her. She tried to scream but the gag prevented that. She started to panic, she tried to move in anyway possible.