Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
HIM
Irushed forward, my foot catching on a particularly slippery tile and my ass hitting the ground before I jumped up again and scrambled for the tub.
I dove my hands inside and fished around, until I was shoulder deep in the bath water and dragging out Juliet’s limp body.
The past and present twisting into some sort of perverse nightmare as I wrapped a towel around each of her wrists and secured ?em with hair ties she’d left out on the bathroom counter.
Then I carried her down the hall and placed her on the bed.
The cuts were diagonal, which meant she’d been serious. This wasn’t some shit she was doing for attention. Not home alone. Not in the middle of the night when no one was supposed to be watching.
I paced back and forth across the little ten-by-ten room, tugging the mask I’d fashioned from an old CPR dummy off my face and running a hand over my shaved head.
I could still smell the fresh layer of white paint I sprayed across the front, feel the slightly jagged edges I hadn’t had time to file all the way down after I couldn’t get the blood off my old one, as I glanced over at Nurse Keller.
She was breathing. I felt her pulse under my thumb but I couldn’t be sure how much longer that would last. I didn’t know how long she’d been there at the start, how much blood she’d lost.
Fuck! I punched a fist-sized hole into the closest wall. I needed this release. I needed it tonight.
I glanced over to where she was bleeding through the bleach-white towels, her head kinked to one side and her tits on display like a fucked-up offering from some more fucked-up god.
I could… It wasn’t like it would be all that hard. I peered down at my zipper. ?Cept I wasn’t all that hard either.
Now that was fucking weird.
She was the perfect victim. Lifeless but still alive, quiet, no ugly neck wounds to grapple with. Still, it didn’t feel right. I hadn’t done it. She wasn’t looking at me. She’d never even seen me. I could see all of her, though.
I took a tentative step forward, my wet shoes making that sloshing sound against the carpet as I eyed her from tit to toe.
From wide hips to bare pussy. She didn’t look like the type of girl to shave, but I could appreciate the view it gave me.
I dropped to my knees. This time in front of the bed, instead of the wet bathroom floor, and set each one of her thighs on a shoulder.
It had been a while since I’d tasted a woman like this. Never really saw the point unless I was getting something in return. And I didn’t mean fucking head. I meant information, a stash of pills, an extra badge and keycard.
But seeing as nothing about tonight was the norm, I leaned forward, took a deep breath, and swiped my tongue over her cunt.
Enjoying the silence, the nothingness as I did it again.
And again. Not stopping until the similar odor of old pennies replaced the scent of soap and pussy juice.
Reminding me that the girl sprawled across the bed, the girl whose bodily fluids were smearing across my face, was also bleeding out.