Toxic Suspense

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman seduces her attacker.

Submitted: September 02, 2015

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Toxic Suspense  

By Joseph Logsdon

Julia drove into her driveway, exhausted and out of breath. She sat in her car, reluctant to go inside the house. Sooner or later, she would have to face her sister, Martha. They lived together, just the two of them.  Martha was an alcoholic, and not of the friendly variety. Julia hated the idea of facing her again.

With the engine off and the windows down, Julia continued to sit in her car. She listened to the wind, to the sound of the trees. Julia could feel someone watching her. She locked the door, instinctively sensing danger. They were close to her, too close for comfort. They watched her, studied her every move. Julia didn’t show any signs of fear or anxiety. She would face them, whoever they were.

He was sitting directly behind her. She could see him in the mirror, his eyes staring back at her. How long had she been driving with him? He had been watching her for hours, perhaps even longer. He had listened to every phone call, every voice message. He had direct and solid power over her life.

“I can see you,” Julia stated.

The man didn’t respond. Julia stared at him through the mirror, confused by his strange way of behaving. Covered in darkness, he gradually started to move. Julia sighed, equally afraid and intrigued.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“They call me John, John Bloody. You’re so beautiful, I can hardly resist your sweet perfume. On my way to work, I spotted your car. The urge to kill is great, often overpowering my better judgment. You’ve awakened the beast in me, that monster inside my mind. He’s here to eat you alive,” John chuckled.

“You need help, professional help. Have you tried seeing a psychiatrist? We have something in common, the two of us. I was insane once, long before I ever started my professional career. Had I not sought treatment, things could’ve gotten out of hand. You have a heart; I know you do,” she implored.

“Don’t try to talk me out of this. I’m out for blood, your blood,” John hissed, placing his hand around her throat.

On the verge of being murdered, Julia had to think fast. He squeezed, his grip getting tighter and tighter. Julia gasped, wounded by the very thought of death. Her chances of escaping seemed beyond impossible. Through some miracle, she finally concocted an idea. More than risky, it was outright criminal.

“There’s something you should know,” she gasped.

“And what’s that?”

“My sister, Martha, is a very beautiful woman. She’s far more beautiful than me, I dare say. She’s alone, drunk and has no one to help her. You could kill her, rid me of her constant complaining. You get what you want; everybody wins,” she chuckled.

There was a look of confusion on his face. John stopped squeezing, amazed by her surprising statement. He opened his mouth, somehow doubtful of her sincerity. Julia looked back at him, the curves in her lips gradually forming a smile.

“You would have me murder your own sister, just so you could live a few more meaningless years? Do you really hate her that much?”

“I do hate her that much, in all honesty. My sister is, how should I say, quite difficult to deal with. She’s useless to me, to her friends, to just about everyone. Who would miss her, really? My parents are dead, and even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t mind her being gone. She never respected them. I offered to help her; she refused. She’s insane, valuable to no one. I’m telling you, she won’t even be missed,” Julia stated.

“What makes you think I just won’t kill you both, huh?”

“Details and details, all the tiny details. I have the key to the house, the only one available. I’ll give it to you, you need only ask,” she hissed.

Julia kissed John on the lips. She had control over him, complete and utter control. He enjoyed every moment of her. The once dangerous criminal, had become her slave.

“You’re mine, body and soul,” she declared.

“I never thought it could be like this. Women rejected me, mostly because I was too afraid to approach them. You took a very miserable man, and turned him into something else. I definitely chose the right car,” John cheered.

“Are you going to kill my sister, or am I going to have to find someone else?”

“I’ll take care of her, just as soon as I get another kiss from you,” he demanded.

They embraced for the last time. John then got out of the car, grabbed the key, and headed towards the house. Julia waited for what seemed like an eternity. Martha screamed, the life being strangled out of her. When it was all over, Julia drove the car out of the driveway. She headed for the police station, pleased with what she had accomplished.  

“Two birds, one stone,” she remarked.

The End


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