Tellings of the Time: Complete series
PROLOGUE
It’s the gleam in her brown eyes that gets me going. As her body is trying to fight all the restraints that are holding her down, panic starts to set in. She knows she’s not getting away, and what I see play out in front of me is her losing the hope that she’ll survive this whole ordeal.
It makes me come alive inside.
She doesn’t realize she’s living on borrowed time already. She was dead the moment I grabbed her when she was walking to her car after work. She made it easy for me: the same routine every day, walking to her car in the dark in a secluded area. That’s practically begging for it, now isn’t it?
The fear in her eyes speaks to a part of my soul that’s coming out from the shadows whenever I’m doing this. I grab a camera and snap candid Polaroid pictures of her in this state: the mascara running down her cheeks, the tears welling in her eyes, the burst little vessels in the white of them.
She tried to scream her lungs out, but then I gagged her in such a way that sound didn’t come out, and everything went quiet. Even if she had been able to scream, nobody would’ve heard her anyway. I made sure of that. The black cloth looks seductive against her alabaster skin, making the gag that much more enticing.
It’s not my first time going down this road.
Strands of dark hair are stuck to her head, sticky from anxious sweat. I wonder if there’ll ever be a moment I scare one of them so much, they die of fear alone. I sure hope not, it would ruin everything that comes next.
I lay the camera down to free up my hands. She tries to back away from my touch when I lovingly tuck the hair that’s stuck on her face behind her ear. The trembling of her body resonates within me, and I finally find that rush I’m looking for.
A vision of a woman in her mid-twenties, lying in a pool of blood, a look of permanent fear stuck on her face. Her clothes are ripped off of her body; bare for the world to see.
Shaking myself out of the past, I find that my blood has rushed south, and my pants are straining from my erection. It’s adrenaline mixed with a sense of euphoria. In the back of my mind, I also find relief. Knowing that I’m still able to get these sensations is soothing. I rearrange my cock so that it isn’t in the way of what’s about to come next.
From a little black box, hand-carved with tiny roses, I grab a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a Celtic knot. A perfect circle. It’s the knot that’s used as a symbol for family, and she’s about to become an honorary member of mine. She tries to back away as I put the necklace around her neck, but there’s nowhere to go.
When our eyes meet, she seems to be pleading with me. One of the corners of my mouth curls up in a half smirk. Perhaps some of her hope will come back if I provide it. What a thrill it’ll be to see it evaporate again.
Here, in my sanctuary, there’s no room for hope. There’s dread, despair, desolation and the soothing certainty of death.
The sound of a grandfather”s clock striking six reaches my ears, and the beast within me is released to its fullest. Every restraint I had before disappears and finally, it’s like I can breathe again.
“It’s time,” I say, knowing full well it’s the first and the last time she’ll hear my voice. That gives me another rush all in itself.
Pushing myself up on the table where I had her restrained, I straddle her, her body squirming beneath me. Giving myself a last rush to see the desperation in her dark eyes, I move my hands around her neck and gently caress it. There are no strands of hair stuck to her neck, which I like. The feeling of her skin beneath my hands is like touching the finest silk. Her pulse is racing against my palms as I firmly and fully wrap my hands around her neck.
I breathe deeply and give into my desires.
When I start squeezing, her eyes seem to bulge out of her head. People don’t realize how much pressure you have to put on someone’s neck to suffocate them properly, Nor how long it takes. But I know, and I’m savoring every moment of it.
Her legs are kicking beneath me, one last desperate attempt to fight for a life that’s already gone. But as the seconds slowly tick away, leaving just as the life is leaving her body, she starts to go limp. Her body is shutting down, trying to survive on what little oxygen is left in her body at this time. It’s useless. I feel the life leaving her body, sending a shiver down my spine.
When I know for certain she’s dead, I let go of her neck. Her panicked black eyes stare back at me, making my cock twitch. I climb off the table and walk to the spread out Polaroids, the now lifeless body behind me when it was still very much alive. It’s marvelous what a difference time passing can make.
Finally, alone again, I get my cock out of my pants and take it in my hand. I start stroking myself to the images in front of me, the feeling of her life leaving her body fresh in my mind.
It takes but a minute before hot semen fills my hand, and the relief I’ve been craving is finally here.
The time has come.