Chapter 2,

Chapter 2: The blonde

 

Not one damn lead.

 

They have not one damn clue who’s doing this.

Blake keeps his eyes on the paper in front of him.

Ninety girls missing….in two months.

Just a small frenzy that he’s been having lately.

He meant not too much harm.

 

“See that Courtney? The police are fucking blind.” He said looking at the naked redhead who was sloppily nailed to the wall of his living room.

I could have done it better. Blake thought to himself.

Now her blood was dripping onto the beige carpet and it’s going to take him days to scrub that shit out. Damnit.

 

There was a nail in both of her ankles.

One in each thigh.

Five in her stomach.

Three in each arm.

One in each breast.

One in her neck and one in between her eyes.

 

Blake got up and looked up at her.

Her head was dropped to her chest.

She was once a beautiful model.

Now she was just another wasted victim.

 

Blake Calliker, unlike so many other….killers, didn’t have an actual pattern of how he killed people and that is to throw the police and whoever the hell else off.

His victims were teenagers.

Women.

Only females.

 

If guys got in the way of him trying to get what he wants, he’d shoot them. Or stab them.

Either way, he wants to kill.

He likes blood.

He found something erotic about having control over somebody’s fate.

It was up to him rather or not he wanted someone to die.

He plays god.

 

It was almost sundown and he will soon have his way with another woman or a teenager and then he’ll continue with his frenzy.

 

Like many others, he stalks out his prey during the night time.

Of course, he also saw this as an experiment.

How much can a woman trust a man because of his good looks.

 

The strippers were the easiest ones.

He grabbed a remote and clicked a white button.

The wall that the redhead was hanging from turned to another side which had a picture of a painting from his step sister on it.

Who was his third victim.

 

Blake Calliker, 24, Entrepreneur, attractive, and deadly.

 

He grabs his jacket and keys before leaving out of the house.

He gets into his Zenvo ST1, and drives off to the club that contains more strippers than he can handle.

 

They automatically expect to get more tips from him since he was rich.

And because of his good looks, they gladly gave him lap dances.

However, they don’t find anything odd or suspicious about how every girl he leaves with, never comes back.

 

Blake parked his car in the parking lot.

A few guys, not quite as attractive as him stared at his car in awe.

“Damn. How much did you pay for that?” Asked a short blonde haired guy.

 

“More than you can afford.” Blake said as he entered the club.

Flashing lights everywhere.

Loud unnecessary music blasting and fucking glitter was sprinkled everywhere.

 

Blake was specific in what kind of girl he wanted each night.

He bit down on his lip as he looked around the club.

A lot of girls were gaping and batting their eyelashes at him but he wasn’t that interested.

 

One girl did catch his eyesight though.

She looked weak. Pathetic.

He wasn’t in the mood for a fight tonight.

He walked closer to the young, small woman who was swinging her hips side to side but she wasn’t getting into the dance like all the others.

Other guys surrounded the stage looking up at her.

She looked like a virgin but who knows?

 

Guys threw money at her, cheering her on while Blake just stared up at her and she locked eyes with him.

An ounce of fear was in her eyes as she looked at him so she quickly looked away.

She looked at him like he had the words “I’m going to cut you in pieces and bathe in your blood” written on his forehead.

 

A high annoying voice caught his attention. He looked over to a blonde who was cussing out a man.

Blake smiled.

He loved the cocky attitude girls. He loved putting them in their place.

Underneath him.

 

He walked away from the shy brunette girl and casually strolled towards the blonde bitch.

She noticed him and smiled.

Obviously he was a regular customer and she liked him.

 

If he offered to take her home, just by the way he looks, she’d accept.

So some women….aren’t smarter than men.

 

She stops dancing and got on her knees crawling towards him.

“Hi, handsome. Taking me home tonight?” She asked with a smirk on her face.

 

“Maybe.” He answered.

She smiled and bit her lip.

Already, Blake is thinking in his mind how he’ll kill her once he’s done fucking her.

 She stands up, jumps off the stage and makes him sit into her chair while she dances in front of him.

He’s turned on because of her dancing, yet even more turned on by how many nails he wants to plant in that pretty blonde head of hers.

 

He stares at her watching all the curves of her body.

Dark red would look good on her.

She straddled his lap sitting on his erection and looked into his dark, dead, cold, hypnotic eyes. And she got lost in them.

He grabbed her hair and his tongue caressed her neck to taste her flesh.

She moaned and then looked at him when he sat back.

 

“What’s your name?” She asked.

 

“Kevin.” Blake answered two seconds later. He was a good liar.

Which made his “hobby” so much easier.

 

“Mmh. Kevin what?”

 

“Kevin Warner.”

 

“Girlfriend?” She asked dry humping him. Low moans slipped out of her mouth.

 

“No. I don’t…date.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Complicates things.” He answered.

The real reason why he doesn’t date is because he has single handedly killed every girlfriend he’s ever had and no one has caught him. And dating them wasn’t much fun.

There was something erotic about having rough sex with a girl and then killing her during or afterwards.

 

“Can I be your….girlfriend?” She asked. Her blue eyes melting into his.

He gives her a fake smile.

“You’re not my type, doll.”

 

“What’s your type, handsome?”

 

“Girls…who aren’t cocky bitches. And that is exactly what you are.”

She glared at him yet, the dry humping didn’t stop.

 

“I’m not cocky.”

 

“Oh yes you are. “ He said. She humped him harder and he placed his hands on her hips.

The good thing about this club is that there were hardly any rules.

They could fuck right there in front of everyone and no one would notice nor care because it was so often that it happened.

 

The blonde girl chewed her lip as she continued studying his gorgeous face.

“I bet you have girls surrounding you all the time. Don’t you?”

 

“So? What does that have to do with you?” He asked.

 

She shrugged. “I’m surprised you have no STD’s. You don’t have any…right?”

Blake shook his head. He gets checked once a month.

 

The blonde runs a finger down from his neck, over his shirt and jacket, down to his belt and smiles.

“How much for a night?” He asked.

 

She looks at him in shock. He knows which strippers were also hookers.

“How did you know?”

 

“Harvard makes you smart, Blondie. How much?” He asked again.

She smiles. “A hundred for a blow job. Two hundred for a fuck.”

 

“I want to fuck.” He said.

She nodded. “I’d fuck you for free, handsome.”

Technically, she will be fucking him for free.

Thing is, once she enters his house, she will never leave. Only she wasn’t aware of that yet.

 

“Now.” He said.

She nodded and got up and disappeared for a moment.

A couple minutes later, she emerged from behind a door and came back with a small half jacket on and her purse.

Blake stood up and she followed him out of the club.

 

She gasps as they walk to his car.

“There is no way this is yours.”

 

“There is a way. I paid for it.” he unlocked the door with his key , got in and unlocked her door.

She got in and was in awe as she studied the dashboard and leather seats.

“What do you do for living?” She asked.

 

“I’m an Entrepreneur.”

 

“Hmm. Interesting.”

Blake started the car up and sped out of the drive way and down the road to his house.

 

Blake shut the car off and got out and motioned for the blonde to follow him.

And she did.

He opened the door to his house and she walked in smiling.

 

If she satisfies him, then maybe she can become a regular customer. He was obviously rich.

Spending the night with him every night can make her make a lot of money for her and her pimp.

 

Blake stared at the red stain that was on the beige carpet and then looked to the blonde. Who noticed the same thing and she looks to him for an explanation.

He didn’t owe her one but made up an excuse anyway.

 

“I had a friend in here and she spilled some champagne on the floor. It’s going to take me forever to get it out.”

The blonde slowly nods and takes off her jacket.

 

“The bedroom.”

She nods once and Blake watch her open the door to the bathroom and then close it then opens the door to the bedroom and send him a smile before walking in.

 

He goes into the kitchen, get a bottle of wine and go into the bedroom, he closes and locks the door but the blonde doesn’t notice.

Her clothes are already on the floor and she’s lying in the bed.

 

Blake sighs deeply. Here comes the moment.

He’s about to do his “hobby” make another kill.

And like all the other times……he will not get caught.

 

As he takes off his clothes, he climbs onto the bed with the blonde and makes it a thing not to kiss her. Just to piss her off.

 

“You’re really sexy, handsome.” She says climbing onto his lap.

He shrugs. “I’ve been told.”

 

He grabs onto her shoulders and forces her down onto the bed. She thinks he’s being playful so she just giggles.

He grabs her by her throat and squeeze gently while leaning down and biting her lip hard until he draws blood.

She whimpers and pushes him back a little.

 

He comes at her again and grabs her ankles and pulls her down to him.

He puts his weight on her to hold her down while he enters inside of her wetness.

She gasps.

 

He was obviously the biggest she’s ever had so it was quite painful.

He dug his nails into her thigh and forced her to wrap her leg around him as he drove himself in deep.

 

She was quite tight. Not only did he want to feel her tight walls squeeze him, he wanted her to feel him in her stomach. He pushed himself in deeper and she let out a cry of pain and began squirming around. “Stop.” He demanded.

 

She relaxed herself and stopped squirming.

“Don’t move.” He said.

She nodded as he pulled out and shoved hard back in making her cry out and began squirming again.

He had to hold her down. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled in her ear.

She stopped.

 

He pulls out shoves in deeper while moaning gently.

She stares up looking at him scared to death.

Now she understands why he has no girlfriend.

 

He keeps her leg up to his waist while slowly pushing in and out of her staring into her eyes.

She puts her other leg to his waist and moans and he pulls out.

He rolls over so she’s on top and she began riding him and throwing her head back moaning.

 

He’s pushing her hips back and forth and closing his eyes enjoying the feeling of her

bouncing up and down on his thick length.

When he feels her walls squeeze him, that sets off his orgasm and she screams to the top of her lungs as she cums around him and lays on his chest.

He cums also inside hard.

Harder than he has in a while since she was so damn tight.

“Oh shit. You’re better than my other customers.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“A lot of them are so small and it just doesn’t feel good but you made it hurt and feel good.”

 

“And that’s a good thing to you?”

 

She shrugs. “I like it rough sometimes.”

He gently pushes her off of him.

Now it was time.

Time for him to satisfy his bloodlust.

 

Forget the fucking.

This moment was what he was really waiting for.

 

“So….what now?” She asks.

Although he wanted to shed blood, he already had to clean up the blood from the redhead in the living room. He didn’t want to clean up anymore. Not right now anyway.

 

Blake gets up, goes over to his dresser, grabs the wine and takes the top off. He looks over to the blonde who wraps herself up in the covers.

Walking over, with the bottle in his hand, he gets on the bed.

“Lay down.” He says.

 

The blonde lies down and smiles up at him.

He tips the bottle towards her.

She opens her mouth and he pours the champagne into her open mouth lightly…at first.

Then he pours more and just as she tries to get up, he holds her nose closed while forcing her to drink.

She tries to scream and starts moving and squirming around.

He forces the nozzle into her mouth down to her throat and her screams are muffled.

She’s turning red and tears burst out of her eyes as she makes even a little effort to breathe.

She bunches the covers in her fist as she makes the tiniest whimpering noises and raises her head off the bed.

Blake forces it back down.

She kicks her legs while Blake just stares at her helpless movements. He starts to smile.

He finds her movements amusing.

 

The blonde’s eyes grow red and soon, her movements slowly start to stop.

The wine spills out of her mouth on both sides as she stops moving.

Her legs stop kicking.

Her hands slowly let go of the covers and her chest falls in a huge exhale.

 

Blake grabs the wine and chugs down the last sip and then places it on his night stand.

The blonde’s eyes are wide open staring blankly up at the ceiling.

 

Blake gets on top of her and keeps her mouth open with his finger and he studies her for a second before lifting the covers and kissing her on her inner thigh and after smelling her, he kisses her stomach up to her neck and plays with her tongue.

He didn’t care for a response. He knew he wasn’t going to get one.

 

After sodomizing her, he kicks her towards the end of the bed. And gets under the covers.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about this.

This was a typical night for Blake Calliker.

And tomorrow…he’s going to repeat the process. But maybe next time….will be a little bloodier.

 

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