Chapter 3 #2
With the music thundering in my ears and the lights flashing as we wind through the crowd, we find the door labeled employees only.
I laugh when Roger pushes through and leads me into a hallway.
It’s strangely quiet when we step through it, though the music is still thrumming through the walls.
He grabs me and pins me against the wall.
“Whoa now,” I tell him, but I wrap one leg around him and pull him close. I lean in for a kiss, but he dodges. My eyes narrow. I know what I like, and a good making out session before I get on my knees is the least I can ask, right?
“Nice of you to bring me here instead of the restroom,” I say, letting my hand drop down to his crotch.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to ruin your nice pants on the piss-stained floor,” Roger says, grabbing my shoulders. He pushes down insistently on them.
“How thoughtful,” I say, which is the exact opposite of how I feel about the guy who’s already trying to put me on my knees. “You know what’s not, though? Expecting me to suck your cock without even giving me a kiss first.”
I bat my eyelashes at him, resisting as he keeps putting pressure on my shoulders.
“C’mon. Just a little tiny kiss,” I coax.
“Seriously? Maggie said you were easy.”
Of course she did, and she’s not wrong. But I’m not in the mood to suck him off and not get anything out of it.
Roger grabs the back of my neck though and pulls me closer. “What’s even the point?”
So I can pretend I can taste the blood on my lips. So I can pretend he’s straining against me in a way that has nothing to do with sex. For a multitude of reasons I can’t share with this asshole.
I kiss him hard, nipping his bottom lip. “Because I want it,” I say.
And I get what I want.
He tightens his hold on my neck, and for a few seconds it’s okay. Not interesting, but almost.
I bite down on his lip hard again, enough to draw blood.
Roger yelps and shoves me away. “What the fuck?”
I laugh as the taste of blood blossoms on my tongue. “What, you don’t like it rough? C’mon, Roger. Can you really say you weren’t going to face-fuck me the second I was on my knees?”
Roger wipes his lip and stares at the blood. “Christ. If I put my dick in your mouth, are you going to bite it, too?”
It’s tempting.
“Of course not,” I tell him earnestly. “I would never. I just got a little carried away, that’s all. On account of the lack of kissing.”
“You bit me while I was kissing you,” Roger responds. He glances back at the door. “Look, whatever, I’ll find somebody else. I’m sure there’s a big, rough Daddy out there for you.”
What a whiner.
“You’re missing out on the best blowjob you’ve ever gotten in your life,” I say, but I shrug and take a step away from him.
All the while, I’m imagining blood trickling down his lips as they turn blue. I know better. That would leave so much DNA evidence behind.
I hope Maggie’s having better luck getting laid than I am.
Roger shakes his head and goes back through the door.
I sigh and pull my phone out. A missed call from my mother, a text from a college friend who probably wants money or to sell me his new MLM scam, and some DMs on my socials praising my latest club pic.
I tab back to the NB Ledger and check the crime section again, but of course there’s no update on the strangulation of poor Tim.
I re-read the old article anyway. Drugs in his systems, ‘probably due to his frequent nightclub visits,’ strangled in his own home, probably knew his assailant.
Shows how much they know.
Tim just wanted to have a good time with a guy.
I don’t think he got out much. He definitely wasn’t familiar with hook-up culture, because he’d been so fucking awkward about inviting me over. I’d basically had to suggest it ten times before he got the hint.
He really was much more interesting after he turned blue in the face.
I tap my thigh and wonder if it’s really too soon to find another person. Maybe it’s not escalation if the pattern is different. If I don’t leave the toilet paper, they might not realize it was the same killer.
But the toilet paper around the neck is the funniest part!
How is Ryker supposed to know that I did it if nobody’s talking about it?
He listens to true crime podcasts though. The ones that talk about serial killers. And so far, I’m not a serial anything, as far as the world is concerned.
Three murders in total, and one barely even counts.
Honestly, I have to escalate things, right?
I startle when the door opens again. I quickly put my phone away and look up to see Maggie walking through.
“Why are you…” Maggie giggles. I guess somebody got into the ecstasy. “Why aren’t you fucking Roger? He said you bit him? Like a dog?” She starts laughing again.
“What can I say? I’m feral,” I tell her, going to her to wrap an arm around her waist. “Why aren’t you fucking anyone?” I kiss her cheek.
“Because!” Maggie rests her head against my shoulder. “I’m a lesbian. All the girls want to move in before we fuck. I shoulda been a gay guy.” She laughs again.
I roll my eyes, because I’ve seen her have plenty of one-night stands without anybody setting up mail forwarding. She just gets very giggly when she’s high.
“I’m going to bail. It’s just so damn boring tonight.” Maybe if I got my hands on whatever she’s on, it wouldn’t be so bad, but then I really might do something…
Ill-advised.
Stupid.
But oh-so-fun.
“Aww,” she pouts. “You’re no fun, Liam.”
“I know, right?” I ask, squeezing her. “Guess you’ll have to up your matchmaking game next time so I forget how to be boring.”
“You aren’t boring, Liam. You’re too… too pure for this world.” Maggie waves her hand in front of us. “Sunshine! That’s what you are. So much sun, all the guys go blind.”
This time I laugh. “Maggie, I spend half my free time sucking cock. How is that pure?”
Sucking cock, and thinking of murdering people.
Occasionally, actually murdering people.
“You can still be pure! Pure love! You’re sharing! Love!” Maggie grips my shirt tighter. “Sluts deserve love too.”
“We really do,” I agree.
But love isn’t what I’m after.
I lick my lips, chasing the taste of blood.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her. “We can watch that shitty movie you like so much.”
And while she sleeps this off, I can plot the move that will make me famous.