Born Evil Ch. 05

I looked at my watch. It was almost 1 o'clock. Since it was a Friday, school would be letting out just about now. It was about a ten minute drive to her house from school and I had no idea if she would stay later to catch up on paperwork or anything. It didn't matter, I was here and I wasn't going anywhere.

It was unusual for me to be this relaxed before a kill. Most times I had to lure the victims into my house and then get them downstairs into my killing room before I could be at ease. Once that door was closed and locked they were mine and nothing they could do would save them. After I was finished with them was the next time I was really relaxed. You see when I was doing them I was in such a high state of erotic pleasure that the term relaxed didn't really apply. Ah but afterwards was sweet too.

Sometimes I would play with them even after they were dead. If I hadn't mutilated their pussies too badly I might fuck them with my strap on while stabbing them over and over with a knife. I loved the feeling of holding that knife while it plunged into their bodies. God, I'm making myself wet just thinking about it. What a feeling of empowerment it was.

I was lost in thought when I heard her car pull into the drive. Christ it was 2 o'clock and I had been lost in sweet memories of previous kills for an hour. I hurried to the window and peeked out to make sure she was alone. She was. I smiled in anticipation.

I hurried to a large recliner in her living room and turned it around so that she wouldn't see me when she walked in. I heard the door open and close and then her footsteps as she walked into the kitchen. I heard her kick of her shoes and sigh in apparent relief. Hmm, a little foot pain from wearing heels would seem pretty small when I was through with her.

I swung the chair around and faced her. She had her back turned to me and was pouring a glass of water from the tap.

"Hi Miss Johnson."

She literally jumped in surprise and dropped the glass causing it to shatter on the floor. She turned around and all the color was gone from her face.

"Who the fuck? What the fuck are you doing in my house" she screamed.

"Why Miss Johnson! Didn't you always tell your students that they could always come back to visit?"

"How the hell did you get in here and who are you?" Her initial surprise and shock was slowly changing to anger and indignation I noticed.

I stood up and took off my hoodie and sunglasses.

"Remember me now?"

She looked at me closely and I could see recognition written slowly on her face.

"Sharon?"

"That's right."

"What in the hell do you think you're doing breaking into my house like this you bitch? I'm calling the police and having your sorry ass hauled away."

"Ha ha, very funny. I wonder what the police would think about those pictures you keep in the box under your bed? Probably wouldn't make you so popular in school, would it?"

For the second time I saw the color drain from her face. I had the advantage and now was the time to press it.

"You...you went through my house?"

"Figure that out all by yourself, Sherlock? I don't care about those pictures. I don't give a shit about what you do to those girls. I figure it's the same shit you used to do to me, remember?"

I guess she saw an opening there because we both knew how she had treated me. She had hurt and humiliated me and for an instant she must have thought that she could reassert herself that way. Regain control of the situation.

"What'd you do bitch, come back for more?" She tried to smile sarcastically.

"You could say that. Sort of. You see I've been thinking of the good ol' days of high school a lot lately. Especially you Miss Johnson. About how you took advantage of me. About how you controlled me. About how you raped me."

"Yeah, well too goddamned bad sweetie. You got just what you deserved. You and those other whores in those pictures. I don't give a shit what you been thinking about. I'm sick of listening to you and I'm sick of looking at you. If you're not out of my house in ten seconds I'm going to fuck you up but good."

I stood up and smiled at her.

"Nice try but I'll be the one doing the fucking."

I watched her face go from pale to red with anger all in about 10 seconds. Suddenly she charged at me, a blood curdling scream pouring from her lips. I easily stepped aside and gave her a push. Her forward momentum carried her right into her china cabinet and I heard glass breaking and she bounced off and fell unto her back. She looked at her hand as blood ran down her arm.

"You fuck! Look what you did! You're gonna pay for this!" She started to get up and I kicked her in the ribs with the steel toed work boots I was wearing. She screamed in agony and fell back to the floor and curled into a ball. I could hear her sobbing.

"Oh darn Miss Johnson. I was so hoping that we could be friends. Now you've gone and ruined everything. Get up on your feet bitch!"

She didn't move very fast so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She was bent over with pain from the kick and holding her arms around her midsection. Suddenly she lunged at me and got her hands around my throat. I reached out and pushed her backwards and crashed her into the china cabinet. Her hands came loose and she screamed in pain. Shards of broken glass had cut her neck and blood flowed down in streams.

"Umm, you look pretty in red," I laughed. I kicked her knee and when she bent forward in pain I kneed her in the face. I heard her nose snap and she howled again in pain. She fell to the floor again and I could see several small pools of blood as her cuts dripped down.

I backed away and took all of my clothes off. I didn't want to wear blood covered clothing when I left. Besides, I liked fucking up my victims when I was nude.

I stood over her as she lay there bleeding. It looked so sexy knowing that I had done that and was going to do a whole lot more. She looked up at me and held out her hand in a defensive position.

"Please. Leave me alone. We're even. I won't tell anyone."

"Even? Fuck even." I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Her face was bloody and dripped down unto her white blouse.

"Get that bloody face of yours up her and lick my cunt!" I pulled her to me and mashed my crotch into her face. She tried to pull away and so I slapped her several times as hard as I could. Blood from her face flew in all directions and some splattered unto my thighs. That got my pussy flowing. Nothing like the sight of someone else's blood on my pale white skin to turn me on.

Her face was a bloody mess now and I took my hand and rubbed it all over her face until it was covered and then rubbed it into my pussy.

"Now lick that blood out of my pussy you bitch. If it turns you on you can pretend it's my period." I laughed out loud. Sometimes I cracked myself up.

I held her face to my pussy and tentatively she began licking me. I pulled a large shard of broken glass from the china cabinet door and when I felt her slacken off I pulled her head back and sliced her forehead with it. Blood gushed out and covered her face in just seconds.

"Ohh no! Oh god no! Stop please it hurts! ahhhhhhhh!"

"Fuck you! Now let's get you into the bedroom and we'll play some more there, ok?"

I dragged her by the hair across the floor. I half lifted and half tossed her unto the bed and went out to get my backpack. I pulled out a roll of duct tape and taped her arms behind her and her legs to the bed posts. I taped her mouth shut. I even put a strip over her gashed forehead so that she wouldn't bleed to death before I played with her some more. See what a considerate young lady I am?

I stood directly over her on the bed and played with my pussy. The sight of her bound and bleeding was so hot that I came almost at once. As my orgasm hit I dropped to my knees and rubbed my cunt all over her smashed, bloody face. She made some whimpering noises but all the fight had gone out of her. I climaxed, my hands holding her close to me. It was wonderful.

When I recovered from that I pulled my knife out of my backpack. I could see her eyes widen in horror as I came to her. I smiled as I slid the knife across her chest and into the top of her bloody blouse. I pulled upward and ripped the material from her. The knife had ripped her blouse neatly in half.

"See Miss Johnson, a girl always has to have a sharp knife around the house. Never know when it'll come in handy." I smiled down at her and then cut her bra in half the same way. Her large breasts popped free.

"Ohh, there's those titties I remember." I took one of them in my hands and sucked on the nipple.

"Umm, so good! Hey, remember how you used to rub your tits on my little asshole and then make me lick them? I got to actually like that if you want to know the truth. But hey, anyway maybe you'd like to taste your own nipples."

I took the knife and lowered it to her breast. She had a renewed burst of energy and began thrashing all around on the bed. I had difficulty holding her steady so I went back to my backpack and got my hammer.

"Hey, remember that movie with Kathy Bates where she broke that guys leg so he couldn't get away? Now I'm gonna do a little work on you like that to keep you still, ok honey?"

I lifted the hammer in my hand. It was a heavy, construction grade hammer just made for smashing things. I don't know if it was intended for human limbs but who cared. I lifted it high in the air and brought it down on her kneecap with a resounding crack. I swear her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She screamed so loud the fucking duct tape popped off of her mouth. Her screams of agony filled the room.

"Gee, that seems to have worked. Shall we do the other one?" I lifted it up and smashed her other knee. her screams grew louder and went up about two octaves.

Tears rolled down her face and I climbed up on the bed and licked them off. This was always one of my favorite parts. When they were in so much pain and so helpless the tears always came.

"Why don't worry baby. Cry all you want. I love it." I reached over and picked up my knife again. I straddled her body.

"Now I gotta warn you baby. You're not going to like this next part so much. But don't worry because I will. I'm just going to love it. Feel free to scream if you want. I love that part too." I lowered the knife to her breast and smiled.

"Here we go baby."

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Afterward

I lay on the bed next to her. The clock on the wall said 6 o'clock. It would be almost dark out and time to go. Still I hated to leave. I looked over at my handiwork on the bed next to me and smiled.

She had been so much fun. Hours and hours of fun. You wouldn't even hardly know it was a real person anymore what with the condition she was in. The bed was completely soaked in blood and so was I. Umm, so nice.

I reached over and pulled my knife out of her pussy. I wiped the blood off on what was left of her face and got up. Time to make my escape. First though I took a shower to clean off the blood. Then I dressed and gathered my tools and restocked my backpack.

I found her purse and pulled out her driver's license and put it in my bag. Another trophy for the collection. I wasn't worried about fingerprints or DNA since the place would be burned to the ground shortly.

I was just about to get the gasoline out when the fucking doorbell rang. The fucking hair on the back of my neck stood up and I had a moment of panic. I couldn't just run out the back way with my prints all over the place. Fuck!

I quietly slipped over to one of the side windows and peeked out. Some girl was at the door. Looked about 18 or so but who could tell? Go away I thought.

But she wouldn't go away. She kept ringing the bell and knocking on the door.

"Miss Johnson! Open up the door! Please! I know you're home."

GO THE FUCK AWAY! I thought again.

But she wouldn't leave. She was nothing if not persistent. For once in my life my nerves were getting the best of me as she just kept knocking and ringing the doorbell. Here I was with a dead body in the next room and this cunt was just fucking everything up. Finally I just snapped. Fuck it I thought. I opened the door.

"Who are you?"

"No, who the hell are you?"

"I need to see Miss Johnson, like right now. I know she's here."

"Uhh, she was in the shower and I was taking a nap. Come on in."

Shit I knew I'd have to do her too, she had gotten a good look at me.

"Come on over and sit on the couch. I'm sure she'll be right out." Hopefully she wouldn't notice the broken glass in the china cabinet and the blood on the floor on the other side of the room.

She was a cute little thing and as I looked at her I realized that I had seen her before. She had been one of the girls in the pictures I had found. She had been one of Miss Johnson's playmates too.

I would have liked to talked to her about it at length but time was short. I had to get going. I sat next to her on the couch.

"So I take it that Miss Johnson has been fucking around with you. Is that why you're here? My hand slowly reached down between the sofa cushions where I had hidden one of the knives earlier.

"What...how did you know"

"Because she did it to me too. And lots of other girls too." My hand closed on the knife handle and silently began pulling it out.

"But you don't have to worry about her any more honey. She'll never bother anyone again."

"What...?"

"I just killed her baby. And unfortunately, now I've gotta do you too. So sorry."

I lifted the knife and slid it into her chest. Her eyes registered disbelief and then pain.

"Shh. It's all right baby. it'll be over soon." I shoved it in harder and gave it a twist. her eyes fluttered and began to close I pushed my lips against hers and held them there until I knew she was gone. I loved breathing in their last breaths. Umm, that was ok, a nice little bonus for a good days work.

I went over to get the gas container and was just about to start pouring when the fucking door burst open. Before I even knew what was happening the room was full of fucking police and EMT's. I was on the floor with afoot on my back and my wrists handcuffed. One of the cops came out of the bedroom and vomited. Evidently he didn't like my work.

Much later I found out that the police had put Miss Johnson under surveillance when two of her students had come forward with complaints. Because of the severity of the crimes the police wanted more evidence to make their case airtight. Cindy, the girl I killed on the couch had volunteered to wear a wire and go to Miss Johnson's hose and record her on tape. Would've worked too if not for me. Of course from my point of view, I would have gotten away if not for her. So there.

Five minutes. Five fucking minutes. If I had left five minutes earlier I would be a free woman today. But what's the sense in whining about it? Won't change anything.

I don't have much time left here. This asshole guard that I pretend to be in love with has smuggled me in this phone so that I can write this. He claims that he's going to get me out of here somehow. Right, like there's any way that I could escape from death row. Please. I'm not an idiot. What a fucking moron but I play along with him for laughs.

They found the bodies in the back yard of my house. I won't bore you with the details of the trial and all that. It was all pretty predictable. Since they're going to execute me soon it can't hurt any to tell you that they never linked my to any of those people at my college or my lawyer. or my parents for that matter. That'll be our little secret.

Gotta go now. It's been fun. Nothing more to say really except fuck everybody and if I get reincarnated I'll do it all again. Ha ha. Bye now!

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Afterward # 2

The following article is taken from the latest edition of USA Today

Prison Guard Found Brutally Murdered

Dallas. Mr. Ron Hanson, former death row prison guard was found Tuesday murdered in a sleazy motel room on the city's outskirts. Mr. Hanson, who had denied publicly any romantic attachment with the infamous serial killer Sharon S____, disappeared suddenly the day of Miss S___'s execution.

Police are guarded in their comments about this case but sources tell us that the scene was one of the disturbing crime scenes ever witnessed in Dallas. Mr. Hanson apparently was stabbed numerous times and partially dismembered. Police have not ruled out the involvement of Satanists or other cults.

At this time there are no witnesses and no leads as to whom the perpetrators might be. Any information about this crime should be forwarded to police immediately. A reward of $10000.00 has been offered by the Association Of Prison Guards for any information leading to an arrest.