Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

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Finished, the stalker peered deep into Lila Ross eyes, and wondered how the woman would react when she became aware that the man who'd just brought her to climax was a rapist and murderer. Soon, but not tonight, he'd discover that answer, and was glad when Lila made it clear that she wasn't looking for pillow-talk, or for him to remain any longer than necessary. Mark Dubuois had had just about enough of being friendly to Lila Ross to last a lifetime.

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Her husband remained on suspension without pay, and continued to drink and wallow in self-pity. Tom had barely left the house since the night of their Anniversary dinner, except to purchase more alcohol, and his features were gaunt from a lack of proper nutrition. Although he'd drunkenly dialed his wife's number what must of been over a hundred times, not once did she deign to answer the phone.

When, finally, he saw a message from her waiting on his voice-mail, the man's demeanour brightened, and his fingers shook as he pressed the button to listen. Moments later, he threw the phone against the wall, and screamed out in frustration and anger. As if she hadn't Lila humiliated him enough already, now she threatened to do it on purpose. The disloyal fucking whore had displayed her true colours. A bitch like that had deserved to be raped.

After the evening with Lila at the Radisson, Mark spent the subsequent days finalising the plan he'd been working towards for the past month, and listening in the Ross's lives, awaiting his opportunity for one last liaison with Lila. Which only one of them would survive. It soon arrived, and the man chuckled at the synchronicity of the timing. Lila would be returning to Ross's marital home at the very time her soon-to-be-ex-husband was slated to face his disciplinary hearing.

Mark arrived an hour early, parked a hundred yards up the street, lifted his trusty pair of binoculars to his eyes, and with the sun shining; a perfect day for murder; maintained surveillance on the house. He wasn't surprised to see the woman show up exactly when she stated she'd be there, and Dubious experienced a thrill of anticipation and excitement as he swiftly fired off a text, placed his phone down, and exited the vehicle.

Thirty seconds later, and a minute behind Lila, he entered the foyer of the Ross residence, locked the front door behind him, and remained silent until a light noise gave away her location as the Master Bedroom. Always one to enjoy a game of cat-and-mouse, the man deliberately stepped on a piece of one of the many broken glass bottles that littered the floor and crunched it underneath his foot when he reached the living-room.

“Tom? Is that you?”

"No, it's not Tom." Dubious removed a black ski-mask from his jeans pocket, the garment disguising his voice when he pulled it over his head, and continued in her direction. "It's your secret-admirer. I'm disappointed that you never returned my calls, or thanked me for the Anniversary gift, so I thought I'd drop by to express my displeasure face-to-face." Mark's frame suddenly appeared at the entrance to the Master bedroom, and he gazed in upon his intended victim. "Hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Lila?"
 
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Lila stiffened as the voice carried through the house into the bedroom. It wasn’t Tom, yet, familiar, perhaps? But her worst fears were realized as he poked his head in, and a black ski mask obscured his features. The serial killer. Immediately she ran to the bathroom, hoping to keep him at bay long enough to call for help. She locked the door before he could catch her, and she watched in terror as he slammed his shoulder into the wood, splintering it at the hinges. It didn’t break on the first smash, but it wouldn’t hold for long. She frantically patted her pockets, looking for her phone, but not having any luck. Shit, she must have left it in her car.

BANG, he hit the door again, one hinge coming loose, that much closer to her. Running wouldn’t work, she would have to fight back. She looked around the bathroom, for something, anything she could use for a weapon. She settled on the ceramic lid for the toilet tank. Thick and heavy, if she managed a lucky hit, she could incapacitate him. Just long enough to run away. She steeled herself as the door banged again, readying the attack that may very well save her life.

The door exploded open on the next slam, but Lila retaliated, swinging the heavy ceramic plate with all her strength. It hit the attacker in the chest, knocking the air out of his ling, and him back. She stumbled forward into a sprint, just needing to make it to her car. Turning into the hallway, she shrieked as another body stood in her path. His hand came up like a flash, backhanding her into the wall with ease. Blood sprayed from her nose and mouth from the impact, nearly sending her down if not for the narrowness hallway.

“Where are you going, bitch?” The second man asked, another voice that was familiar, but not enough that she could place it. Not right now, when adrenaline pumped through her veins from fighting and fleeing for her life. There was no time to wonder why a second man was here, no time to work this detail into the mental profile she had worked up on the unsub. She had to escape, and survive before the curiosity of that mystery could be entertained.

She turned, still just trying to get away, hoping she could make it into her office and maybe squeeze through the window. But her second assailant would not be easily evaded, rough finger grasping her arm, holding her in place. She jerked the arm free, falling in the process, still scrambling to flee. She kicked the second man in the face as he reached down to hold her, but not hard enough discourage his assault. He sent a fist into her gut, expelling the air in her lungs and nearly driving out her will to keep fighting. So she gasped for air as her button up shirt was ripped open, exposing the bra that barely held back the cleavage of her full breasts.

The first attacker joined them now, as the second got up off her. The first picked her up by her arms while the second lifted her legs, and dragged her back into the bedroom. “There is no escape for you, Lila.” She was assured, as her pants were ripped off her hips, “not until we are done with you.”
 
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If the erection he'd gained at the Radisson had been purely a physical reaction, absent of any real arousal, the one Mark possessed when he gazed upon Lila in her bedroom was anything but. Dubouis cock threatened to burst the seams of his pants, and he'd yet to even touch her. It was the game that turned him on, and this one was just about to reach its conclusion.

Having been in the house previously, he knew the layout, and wasn't concerned when she ran. There was only one escape from the bathroom, and he was prepared for the woman to kick, scratch and bite after he barged down the door. "Now, that"s no way to greet an old friend." Mark taunted before he laid eyes on her, and then his widened in surprise when he did, seeing he heavy ceramic cistern lid descending. He hadn't been prepared for that, but the man reacted swiftly and twisted his hips so that the impact took him mostly on the arm, though it did also take the air from his lungs, which allowed Lila to race past.

"Where are you going, bitch.'

However, she wasn't the only one capable of surprises, and Dubious would wager every penny he possessed that she wouldn't have expected that. He reached the hallway in time to witness her fall to the carpet, and Lila kick his companion in the face. 'You'll pay for that." Anger was evident in the second man's tone, even through the cloth of the ski-mask that had slipped to cover his lips, as he slammed his fist into her gut, and Dubious approached to assist.

Mark grabbed Lila's arms, his friend, her ankles, and together they hauled the bleeding woman back to the bedroom. With her shirt ripped, bra exposed, and pants tugged down her thighs. Lila's screams were only exacerbated when Mark brutally slammed his knee between her legs, and simultaneously backhanded her across the face. "That's it, scream for me, whore. It wouldn't be the first time."

A laugh followed the words before suddenly Lila went flying through the air and, a split-second later, plaster dust spewed from a newly created hole in the wall. Mark's companion had almost sent her right through it. Before she could react, he then captured Lila by the hair, jerked her back to her feet, and struck her as Mark had. Except this was a punch, and issued with enough venom to crack a cheekbone, and cause another fountain of blood to erupt from her nose. "Fucking slut."

"Remember me?" Dubouis stroked the erection he'd released from his trousers and pulled the ski mask off after the sound of splintering bone faded, and Lila landed face-down on her marital bed, with the other assailant on top. The man ripped her pants and panties completely off, clawed at her thighs with his nails to spread her legs apart, and with an animalistic grunt, drove the full length of his cock into Lila's dry cunt.

That elicited a chuckle from Mark before he stepped over to grip Lila's teary, crimson-stained face in his hand, forced her eyes up to meet his, and dug his thumb and forefinger into either side of her jaw. Dripping blood coated his shaft and provided lubrication when he roughly prised the woman's mouth open, and shoved his meat down her throat. Then, in unison, the two men began to rape both holes.
 
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Even as she struggled against the two men, Lila knew it was hopeless. Even other could have easily overpowered her, but both? They brutalized her, with ease, slammed into the wall and then hit in the face, blood dripping down her chin. Each impact diminished her connection with reality, and by the second punch, she was confused as to why she was still fighting. Beneath the haze of the pain, part of her knew she had to fight to her dying breath, if she didn’t want to die here this afternoon. It just seemed impossible to fight back, impossible to even see straight in the moment.

She felt the bed beneath her, and she jerked for as her clothes were ripped form her body. She tried to protest, but it only came out as a grunt or disapproval. Which turned into an agonized cry as cock was forced between her thighs. Head forced up, to look on the revealed cock and face on her assailant. Her vision was clearing from the attack, and she recognized Mark’s face for a moment before his cock was pushed into her mouth. Tasting her own blood on his shaft, as it drove past her tongue and into her throat.

There was something about pain the whole scene seem to slow down for her. Or perhaps it was the traumatic brain injury, distorting time for it felt as if the entire encounter was happing in slow motion. Either way, it gave her time to consider the fact that Mark was her rapist. One of her rapists. A man she had willingly fucked a few days prior. A man she would have been happy to never see again. She had spent two hours with the man, and she had no idea that he was the one who had been stalking her. Granted, half of that time had been pushed up against the wall while he was balls deep in her, but she couldn’t help but blame herself for this lapse. What the hell kind of profiler was she if she could spend an hour with her stalker, and be none the wiser?


The mystery of serial rapist/killer had been solved, though not through any of her or Tom’s doing. Now she was going to be just another body to add to the death count. Because she was too consumed with hating Tom to use her brain.

Mark fucked her throat, and soon his rhythm was getting in the way of her ability to breath. Her entire body jerked and convulsed, fighting, struggling for air, tightening around the man invading her slit. He fucked her harder, fucking her thought her desperate gasping, slamming his entire length into her each time. Each harsh thrust pushing her further down Mark’s cock until the entire thing was just a cruel cycle.
 
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Mark's expression was one of supreme confidence as he revealed himself to Lila. The rapist thought he perceived a glimmer of recognition and shock, in her expression, but, even if so, those emotions could also put down to the damage from the appearance of a second male, the damage caused by his punch, or the cock that rammed into her from behind.

Whatever, she'd seen his face, and in her mind somewhere, must have recognised it as the one of the friendly stranger who'd elicited an orgasm and cries of pleasure at the Radisson Hotel. The very same man who'd stalked her for months, inspired her own husband to rape her and destroyed her marriage. Mark said no more for the time being and simply allowed Lila's consciousness, if it was capable, to mull over that fact as he roughly forced his meat into her mouth. "Suck it, bitch."

Mark slapped her face to provide encouragement, and for his own amusement, when his length was all the way in, pistoned his hips so that the tip hit the back of her throat. "Feel good?" An evil chuckle emanated from the rapist as he continued to slap the woman with one hand, fisted her hair in the other, and commenced to mercilessly throat-fuck Lila Ross.

The noises of his manhood thrusting between her lips were matched by that of the man ravaging her cunt. His digits dug into her thighs, drawing blood with their nails, and he spread her legs as wide as he possibly could. His chest slammed against her back, his knees bruised her skin and the assailants ragged breaths hit her neck as he forced the walls of her dry hole apart, and impaled her with each violent thrust. The impetus of his fucking caused Lila Ross to slam into the mattress and then for the springs of the marital bed to bounce her back up, assisted by the grip Duboius maintained of her tresses.

Flesh smacked against flesh with one man buried balls-deep in her pussy and the other balls-deep in her mouth, and instinctively, the assailants synchronised their attack. After the masked man drove into Lila with enough force to almost split her in half, Dubious met the upwards motion of her body with a thrust of his own, hitting her tonsils with the tip of his shaft and choking her on his cock, before she was dragged back down. Time and time again.

"How could you have invited me to your room? Allowed me to screw you?" Mark taunted between harsh moans. "I thought you were supposed to be intelligent. A psychologist. A profiler. A reader of minds. You had no clue." Sarcasm and mockery were evident in his tone; once more Dubious had won. "You're fortunate you won't live to remember how fucking stupid you were, it'd drive you insane. So really, bitch, I'm doing you a favour."

When shortly after, and with a vicious slam of his hips that drove his erection deep enough to hit Lila's cervix, his co-conspirator emitted a groan that indicated his climax was close, Mark slipped his now saliva coated meat, dripping with precum, from her mouth, and slapped it against her cheek. That allowed his friend to jerk her arms violently behind her back to lift her torso off the bed and release stream after stream of hot, sticky cum inside her, flooding Lila's abused hole with his seed.

After the man's balls were drained and the brutal pounding ceased, the stalker glanced at his partner-in-crime, whose chest heaved and visible skin glistened with perspiration. "Bend the whore over, I'm going to fuck her ass." Mark then smiled down at his battered victim. "And have the slut lick you clean. We wouldn't want to mess up her sheets."
 
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Lila realized she should have fought more. Forced them to knock her out, if not kill her outright. She was a dead woman anyways, what good did it do her to suffer an agonizing and humiliating rape first? All she wanted to do know was sleep, she didn’t even care if she didn’t wake up. Almost hoped she wouldn’t wake up. Was that the concussion she likely suffered when she flew head first into the wall? Or was it the humiliation of letting herself get raped by a man she willingly fucked a few days before?

Still, as much as she might have wanted to pass out, her body fought against it, Gasping for air as Mark pulled out of her mouth, and smacked his cock against her face. Without his dick raping her face, she was left without nothing left to do but scream of the man behind her violated her, leaving evidence of his crime coating her inner walls.

One man might had finished, but Lila would not be given a break this day. Not as Mark suggested raping her ass, or that the man who had already defiled her should take a turn using her mouth. She tried struggling again, with far less vigor this time around, as every inch of her body ached from their assault. Think rough fingers bruised her flesh as she was pulled half off the bed, only her torso still resting against it so she could be presented to Mark for his amusement. She was held down as the men changed position, the one who had raped her cunt still masked, and mostly quiet.

She felt Mark push into her aching slit, tensing against his invasion. It was a single deep, cruel stroke before he pulled out of her with a moist plop. Then she felt the thick tip pressing against her ass, trying to force open the unyielding entrance. She squirmed and bucked, anything to prevent him , but he was lubed with her spit and violation, and his head pushed into her tight ring of muscles. She screamed out loud as he force nearly half his length in that first thrust. With her mouth open, the other rapist took advantage, forcing softening meat between her lips. He tasted of his foul semen, and Lila was gagging as malicious fingers held her jaw pried open. Now that she was anally raped on top of the previous degradation, Lila knew her suffering had only just begun. And there would be more suffering to be had before her life would end.
 
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Death might be a relief for her. Mark wondered if the woman was silently praying for the end to come swiftly, as the mirth in his expression and satisfaction in his laugh, provided evidence of the extent to which he was enjoying her pain. Whether she found more degrading the act of him slapping his saliva coated meet against her face, leaving a wet trail of pre-ejaculate and spittle to roll down her skin, or the sensation of a stream of thick, hot cum flooding her ravaged cunt, and dripping from her slit when his companion withdrew from inside her, Mark didn't know or particularly care. His next words ensured Lila Ross would be in no doubt that her ordeal wasn't yet over.

The second assailant met Dubouis' eyes through the slits of his ski-mask, and briefly hesitated before acceding to the instruction. Moments later, after the woman had been dragged forward on the bed, her legs spread, and ass hiked up in the air, Mark released his grip of her hair and stepped behind her. First teasing her cum-dripping slit with the tip of his cock, he then ran it up between her cheeks and pressed it to her puckered hole.

He proceeded slowly, not from any sympathy for Lila, but to the contrary, in order to deliberately prolong the anticipation of the invasion to come. The woman's struggles and movement controlled by his partner, as best as the man could, Dubious placed his hands on her hips, goading his victim as he pushed his meat inch-by-inch through the resistant ring of muscle. "Scream for me one last time." Ice ran through his veins, and as he forced himself deeper, Mark heard the satisfying slap of his partners balls hitting her chin. The man had shoved his semi-rigid penis, sticky with his seed and smelling of sex, between her lips. That was when the stalker lifted her in the air, rammed the remainder of his length inside her, and commenced to anally rape Lila even more brutally than his friend had her cunt.

As before, the two men quickly found a rhythm, and the phallus in her mouth grew fully erect again as Mark viciously pounded her tight hole from behind. "Giddyup, bitch." The killer laughed and hollered as he fucked her, and whipped her thigh with his palm, as if a jockey attempting to encourage his steed into a gallop; no longer a woman, but an animal. Balls slapped against flesh, wet, ragged sounds were forced from her mouth and ass, skin slapped against skin, and the duo violated Lila without mercy.

Their taunts and insults transformed into grunts and groans of exertion and arousal as, with her asshole spread open and being used by one man whilst the other ripped at her tresses and ravaged her throat, the fucking became ever more harsh and violent. They continued for an eternity without pause, before suddenly Dubious ripped her mouth off the second assailant's meat, and collapsed on top of her. Still brutally hammering away, and gasping for breath, he pinned Lila with his weight, and wrapped his fingers around her neck. "Say goodbye, slut." The pressure of his digits on her larynx slowly increased, incrementally restricting her ability to breathe with each passing second. Mark Dubouis intended for the woman's life to be snuffed out the moment he was done with her.
 
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This last violation seemed unending, even as Lila began to process that this would be her last experience in life. Horrific rape, her colon torn and maimed, Mark’s humiliating insults. As much as she might have wanted to put forth one last act of rebellion, Lila did indeed scream as Mark bid her, leaving little doubt she was being broken by the act. Her screams continued until it grew difficult to breath, with Mark’s body compressing her lungs and his fingers gripping her throat. Still she gasped and cried, growing weaker as he grew more malicious in his thrusts. The room went dark as she felt his length defiling her, until that last brutal stroke, sheathed within her anal cavity. The last thing she felt was the searing lash of his semen, sting the bloody tears of her ass.

Somehow, she gasped, eyes popping open as she fought for air and life. Why she wasn’t dead yet, she wasn’t sure. As smart as Lila was, she couldn’t have answered that question. All she knew was that there was noises behind her. Loud noises, piercing her eardrums and rattling against her skull. Blinking a few times, she saw the bedside table, and she could nearly feel it calling her. She crawled on her elbows, inching closer until her fingers clawed open the drawer. It was heavy, and her nails scraped at the wood as she tried to pry it open. Finally it slide along the rollers, opening enough she could reach her hand in, blindly patting for cold metal. No, it’s not here…she nearly cried as she explored the empty drawer, until her knuckled struck something hard. Fingered wrapped from the grip, and she pulled the pistol from the drawer.

Turning now, she watched as the arguing between Mark and his accomplice turned into a fight, Mark ducking under a wild right haymaker to deliver his own vicious uppercut. The masked man gasped as he went down, landing hard against the wall. Mark turned her attention back to Lila now, eyes grown wide as he came face to face with a gun. His mouth opened to speak, but whatever he said was lost under the roar of the gun, and the scent of sulfur as the bullet hit his throat. He went down gasping as his blood pooled on the floor, living just long to disbelieve what had happened.

Lila’s hand shook as watch the crimson puddle grow beneath the man who had raped her, who had expressed desire to kill her, who had come very close to completing the act. The taste of semen and bile on her her nearly had her vomiting, it was only sheer terror that kept her lunch down. The masked accomplice stared in shared awe and disbelief at Mark as the man expired, turning his concealed gaze to her as he stood up against the wall. Despite the shock of what she had just done, Lila kept the gun trained on him.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
 
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Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

"Stop. Get the fuck off her."

"What the hell, don't have the balls to go through with it? You weak asshole." Having landed on his back on the floor, contempt was evident in Duboius' tone as he slammed his foot into the approaching man's knee, and jumped to his feet.

Lila Ross was forgotten when the duo's eyes met, and as each screamed at the other, Mark ducked under a punch, and landed a lucky one of his one on the man's chin. However, the strike didn't even cause his opponent to flinch and, instead, it was Mark who moments later grunted in pain when knuckles collided with his jaw, and sent him flying back against the wall. "I'll fucking kill you, too" With blood dripping from his mouth, and face screwed up in an expression of cold-fury, he instinctively lifted his hand to feel the injury, and moved toward his attacker.

Then he stopped mid-flight when his gaze alighted on Lila Ross, and the weapon in her hand. No, this couldn't be happening. Not to Mark Dubious. His eyes widened in surprise, and the killer's mouth opened in a silent plea, but no words escaped before the bullet struck him, spraying a red mist of arterial blood in the air. The stalker was dead before he hit the floor, his final expression one of shock caused by recognition of his impending death.

It was over in a matter of seconds, and the surprise turn of events pinned the second man's feet to the floor. He barely moved as Duboius' throat was ripped open by the projectile, and the smell of cordite filled the room.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you?

As if stuck in a vat or molasses, he slowly turned towards Lila and stared down the barrel of the gun. That's when he began to shake.

"Don't."

The response emitted by the intruder, who'd moments before had fucked the woman's mouth without mercy after raping her cunt, came out in a quavering plea, and he took a hesitant step toward her. Simultaneously, trembling fingers lifted the ski-mask to reveal his face and, with tears of fear and self-pity rolling down his cheeks, Tom Ross met the eyes of the only woman he'd ever loved. "It's me, Tom. He promised if I went along, that he'd leave you alive. I didn't want you to end up like the others."

And, indeed, Mark Dubious had offered up that possibility when he'd first contacted the disgraced Detective, vulnerable in his drunken state, and filled with animosity towards his soon-to-be-ex wife, although Tom hadn't believed him.

The bitch betrayed you, cost you your job and career, turned you into a pathetic drunk and a coward. Is that what you want to be known for, Tom? Are you going to allow that deceitful slut, a fucking woman, for Christ's sake, to ruin your life and take away everything you've ever worked for, or are you going to stop being a weak cunt, and regain some self-respect? Don't you think she deserves to be taught that no-one fucks with you, and gets away with it? Isn't that the least a real man would do, Tom?

In the end, Duboius had been right about his true character. The Detective hadn't even possessed the mental strength to carry revenge all the way through to its ultimate conclusion.

"Please, baby, I'm sorry."
 
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Lila nearly pulled the trigger as her assailant whispered “Don’t.” He beat her, raped her, stood by in silence even as she cried and screamed.

“WHY?” she shrieked at him, her voice still raw from the earlier howls wails, as well as being nearly strangled. She stood up to him, the grime of their assault still slick on her skin. She pushed the gun into his chest, taking a moment to feel powerful, after nearly everything had been taken from her. Any control she might have felt in the moment evaporated as he lifted the ski mask, to reveal an even more familiar face as her second rapist.

"It's me, Tom. He promised if I went along, that he'd leave you alive. I didn't want you to end up like the others."

“T…Tom?” She gasped, trembling in renewed disgust and disbelief,” You did this…to me?” She lowered the gun, the utter horror of his confession making action impossible. He moved closer, and she evaded with each step he took.

“Please−”

“You beat me!”

“−baby−“

“You raped me!”

“−I’m sorry.”

“You let him rape me!”

Tom grabbed her, pulling her against him, “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.”

“GET OFF ME!” Lila roared, unable to stand the feel of Tom against or anywhere near her. She exploded out of Tom’s grasp, the man not expecting his wife to have any fight left in her. He fell back against the wall as she brought the gun back up, the look in her eyes assuring him that nothing he said now could save him.

“Lila−“ He begged before the gun reverberated, and Tom’s face deformed as the bullet ripped through his cheek and out the back of his head, blood and brain matter splattering Lila.

She was alive. Battered, raped, choked within an inch of her life. Somehow, despite everything, she was alive. Two men who had hurt her in a deep, profound way lie dead at her feet, but she was alive.

Lila Ross was alive.


Eighteen months later.

“She clawed his eyes out?” Lila asked, laughing lightly as she flipped through the crime scene pictures. “Fascinating.” The local sheriff eyed her suspiciously.

“You think the brutal torture and mutilation of a college student is fascinating, Mrs. Ross?”

“Dr. Besides, I’m not married,” She corrected him, examining the side by side comparison between how Ian Drummond looked when he was alive, and how he looked after half of him was fished away from hungry alligators, “not anymore.” The red faced sheriff shifted nervously, trying not to look at Lila, without it looking as if he wasn’t looking at her.

“She? You think a woman did this?”

“Possibly. The level of righteous anger present is telling.”

“Righteous? You think this kid deserved this?”

“Oh, I’m sure he did something to earn this. That’s where I’d start looking for suspects.”


Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you -Welcome to Night Vale​
 
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