Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
She’s so beautiful, nestled into her blankets like this. I suppose it’s really fucking cold outside, but I stopped feeling the cold long ago. I run my finger down her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin grace mine. She’s just divine.
I hadn’t expected her to almost hit me on the road earlier.
No one ever comes out this way anymore, especially in a storm.
Any sooner, and she would have caught me throwing Mr. Smith over the cliff a few yards from the road.
I was just making my way back to my truck hidden amongst the trees when the headlights caught me off guard.
Thankfully, she maintained control and didn’t spin out over the edge of the cliff.
I watched her from a distance, getting out of her car to check for me.
She was just so beautiful, her blonde hair blowing in the wind.
I followed her when she left, maintaining a good distance to not be noticed, before I saw her turn onto the road leading up to this cabin.
The mailbox read “Jacobs” in red lettering.
I waited at the end of the drive, watching her haul the cooler inside and her move from room to room throughout the house from the windows.
When she decided to take a bath, I snuck into the cabin, taking a look around.
According to her driver’s license in her wallet on the table by the door, her name is Ella, she’s thirty years old, and she’s from just outside the state line in Kansas.
Only a few hours’ drive to where we are in Colorado.
Something must have happened for her to have the balls to drive out here in this weather.
When I set her wallet down, I checked around the house some more.
It seems as though no one has been up here for a while.
She brought a cooler of food with her, after all.
A cooler I decided would be fun to move just to fuck with her a bit.
She’s the first woman I’ve seen out this way in a few years.
Most of the people who come out here are passing through in freight trucks, and the residents in this town mostly keep to themselves.
They’re mostly elderly people who’ve decided to retire in the country where it’s peaceful.
It’s also a great place for people like me, who’ve been using this place as a dumping ground for our kills.
There’s nothing at the bottom of the cliff.
The bodies that get tossed off the side fall to the depths below, being covered by layers of snow for months on end before spring hits and melts.
Whatever is left is then picked upon by the animals coming out of hibernation.
I’d kill for fun, but getting to put my skills to work and making a living from it is even better.
Several years ago, I was contacted by a man named David on behalf of his boss, Dean.
Apparently, their business is booming so much that they need help.
To this day, I don’t know how they found me or knew of my…
activities, but I decided to jump aboard.
I was given two rules. Don’t kill the innocent and don’t get caught. Simple enough.
Mr. Smith was a piece of shit who raped his step-daughter. The justice system failed her when they only gave him a year in prison, and he didn’t even have to register. Well, his year was up today, so I pretended to be his Uber and waited for him outside the gates. Fucker didn’t see it coming.
A whimper brings my focus back to the goddess before me.
Her breathing is rapid, and I can see the eyes behind her lids moving quickly.
She must be dreaming. A smirk graces my face when I get the most devious idea.
Standing here, staring at her angelic beauty, my cock suddenly hardens, imagining her perfect pink lips wrapped around the tip.
Imagining those blue sapphire gems staring up at me as she takes my entire length down her throat.
I unzip my pants, pull myself out, and give myself a few strokes before pre-cum escapes the tip.
I take my fingers and swipe the pre-cum up, moving them over to her mouth before rubbing them across her lips.
“Mine,” I breathe out. I tuck myself away and head back downstairs. Before heading outside, I grab the nearest pen and paper and write a little note, leaving it on the kitchen counter. Then, I make my way outside and to my truck, vowing to make this woman mine. No matter what it takes.