Chapter 36 The Exploiter #2
Stepping aside to be concealed by the outside wall, I brought the whistle up to my chapped lips and blew.
Within a heartbeat, I could hear the sound of paws on the stairs as the beast came to investigate what had made the noise.
I knew the dog wasn’t much of a barker unless he was outside after a squirrel or a cat.
Knowledge that I used to hate having, I was now grateful for.
As soon as the dog passed by the doorway, I fired my stun gun, hitting him on the side of his chest. Without making a sound, the animal seized up, shaking as he fell over mid-stride out the door.
I wasn’t worried about not being fair in what I had to do to the dog; the scars on my leg from his maw were enough to make me see red when it came to being around the animal.
I stayed motionless for a few moments, listening to see if the thump of Riley landing outside had woken Michelle to the possibility of there being an intruder. When I didn’t hear any hint that she had awoken, I continued with what would be one of my favorite parts of the night.
The shock from the stun gun wouldn’t keep the dog down long; its only purpose was to render him unable to bark and alert anyone to my presence at the Devlin house.
Winding up the strings attached to the stun gun, I put it back inside my pocket.
Freeing my hand to draw the hunter’s knife from the sheath at my hip.
Another item I already had on hand, with no proof that I had purchased it.
I had owned the knife for so long and had never carried it out of my house.
I highly doubted anyone would remember I owned it.
Of course, after tonight, I would have to find somewhere safe for it to hide.
Crouching down on the grass beside the dog, I smiled as the animal twitched with its eyes closed.
The hate I had for this dog was unmatched.
It was Raelynn's fault in the end. She was constantly prioritizing the dog over me, loving it unconditionally, like she should have loved me.
I would show her in the end, just how much more important I was than the flea bag she allowed in her fucking bed.
I sat my knees down near Riley’s body, needing to balance myself as I brought the knife up above my head.
My knuckles were probably white underneath my glove as I gripped the handle as tightly as I could.
Bringing the blade, slicing through the air, I landed a perfect blow in the dog's neck. Blood sprayed as I repeated the process. Over and over again, I stabbed the area around the animal's head, tearing at his throat with the blade until nothing but shredding skin remained. I smiled as I killed the animal. I had thought of this moment a million times, promising myself that the dog wasn’t going to get away with biting me. The joy and elation I felt as he drained the life from the helpless animal were euphoric. I could feel wet blood splattered over my face from where the arteries had sprayed when the knife cut them open. What I wouldn’t give to be able to fuck Raelynn while I was covered in her own dog’s blood, watching her cry as I took away what she loved most in the world.
I had to wait; the mere thought of driving my dick into her while she cried, breaking because her best friend was no longer alive, was making my erection strain against my jeans.
Without wiping the blood off, I placed the knife back in the sheath.
Since I had been kneeling at the animal instead of standing, my boots were free from any blood spray, leaving my tracks going into the open door invisible.
I kept my feet light on the stairs, even though they were carpeted like most of the rest of the house.
Rae, I knew from experience, was a light sleeper who was like a damn child and couldn’t sleep without her sound machine.
I wasn’t sure how heavy of a sleeper Michelle was and didn’t want to risk waking her too soon.
Women tended to scream when they thought they were in danger, and it would be more of a hassle to me to silence her than it would be to do things the way I wanted to.
As I entered the bedroom, I took a deep breath through my nose.
I could smell her body wash still lingering in the air from where Rae had showered before leaving with the brute earlier.
On nights her new boyfriend picked her up, she never came back home until the morning hours.
He would meet a worse fate than the dog had for touching what wasn’t his.
Raelynn couldn’t live without sex, couldn’t just keep her damn legs closed, so I felt safe making the assumption that she had been fucking her therapist, a mistake she would pay for.
Michelle was asleep on her side, facing the window.
Rae’s room was small, cramped with bookcases filled with books she rarely touched, a full-size mattress on top of her bed, and a dresser next to the door.
What she had called cozy, with all the handmaid knitted blankets and pillows scattered about and knick-knacks filling spaces between the books, I called cluttered.
She bought more books than she would ever be able to read during her lifetime and kept putting them on her shelves where they collected dust. Michelle must have been cold tonight; the heat was turned up, and she had a large quilt on top of her body.
It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be able to feel the cold much longer.
Walking over to the bed, I stood between it and the window.
Michelle looked almost nothing like her sister.
Where Raelynn was light, with blonde hair and dark blue eyes, Michelle was dark.
Raelynn was short and soft in most areas of her body.
Michelle, on the other hand, was taller, with long tan legs and sharp features.
I supposed the sister sleeping before me was beautiful in her own way, but I wouldn’t be able to get off by thinking about her, though.
Slowly and without sound, I undid the belt holding up my jeans. I easily could have bought rope for such an occasion, but to make it look as though a home invasion had gone wrong, I knew it would be better to use what any man might have on hand instead of tools I might have brought with me.
I didn’t bother removing the quilt from her before I acted.
How quickly I could accomplish certain parts of my plan played a big role in how I wanted this night to end.
Wrapping the ends of the belt around my hands to shorten its length, I quickly jerked it under her sleeping head and around her neck.
Her eyes and mouth flew open at the same time, a silent scream trying to make its way out, only I was too fast. Twisting the belt, I cut off her air supply.
The quilt fell to the floor with her body as I dragged her off the bed, her limbs thrashing for her life.
Her long fingers clawed at the belt, trying to get it away from her skin with everything she had.
Unfortunately for her, not only was I bigger, but I also had motivation on my side to not fail tonight.
It took a lot longer to strangle someone than the movies made it appear.
A few seconds didn’t just pass, and she would magically go limp.
I didn’t want her dead yet though, I only needed her unconscious so I could set in motion the next part of my plan.
Michelle fought hard, and in the end, she finally succumbed to the inevitable.
I slowly removed the belt from around her neck, brushing her hair aside to get a better look at her face.
Even in the dark, there was no resemblance to Raelynn.
From my back pocket, I removed a roll of duct tape that I had found in Rae’s shed and placed a piece over her mouth before flipping her onto her stomach and bringing her arms up behind her back.
In the struggle, her nightgown had become a mess around her waist, revealing her long, toned legs and bright pink underwear.
I tore another piece of tape, larger than the first, and tightly bound her wrists together while she lay on her stomach.
She wouldn’t be left unattended while I was with her, and even though I loved it when they put up a fight, I couldn’t risk her scratching me.
My DNA wasn’t in the system, but any more unexplained injuries on me and the police might stop buying my story if they ever brought me in again.
Leaving her on her stomach, I roughly pulled her underwear off.
I brought it to my nose, deeply inhaling her scent.
It had been so long since I had been able to have Raelynn like this that I could almost trick myself into thinking they shared the same pussy.
I looped my belt back around her neck, this time securing it to where I only needed to pull it with one hand when I wanted to tighten it.
Unzipping my pants, I kept the belt tight in one hand while using the other to bring her hips up, leaving her face on the ground.
Her nightgown slipped down her waist to her chest as I spit on her exposed ass.
I wedged my knees between hers, spreading her thighs wide and bearing most of her weight against me.