The Game of Murder

I watched her in the crowd as she sat among the onlookers admiring the fireworks that lit up the night sky. It was the beginning of a new year and the beginning of another series of murders that would soon have detectives on the hunt for a serial killer.

I had killed many times before, but I was never suspected of murder as most of my prey would end up on a missing persons list in different parts of the country. I had initially made it a rule to never kill in the same place twice but I have since found a suitable killing ground that could be used repeatedly.

My latest victim was not the most attractive girl, with her short, mousy brown hair and slightly overweight appearance, but something about her appealled to me the moment I saw her. Her name was Veronica and she had only recently passed her eighteenth birthday.

We had been chatting online for several months, sharing our dark fantasies and role-playing in a game of cyber-murder. She enjoyed playing victim to my many murderous desires as I found new and intensely cruel ways of killing her online which seemed to enhance her own deathly fantasies.

It would seem that the game of murder was one we both enjoyed on a psychological level. I had been the victim of abuse for most of my childhood and had learned to deal with the pain by giving it to others. It was my release. My ability to regain the power and control I had lost as a child. The game of cyber-murder was also a form of release and although it did not compare to the real murders I had already commited, it was a mild release none the less.

Veronica had also been abused as a child but found much more pleasure in relinquishing control, than regaining it. Her fantasies though were merely fantasies and although she expressed a desire to fulfill them, the very thought of actually dying by the hands of killer scared her considerably.

The fireworks drew to a close as the crowd gathered their belongings and headed to the parking lot at the far end of the large, suburban park. The park was no place to be after dark when all others had left. It was a hangout for drug addicts, prostitutes and their johns and the occasional serial killer. Tonight would be no different. Once the crowd had cleared, those with a desire for the devious would remain.

I stood in the shadows, watching and waiting as thoughts of Veronica filled my mind. I could think of nothing more pleasurable than ripping apart her tender flesh with the sharp edge of my knife, feeling the warmth of her crimson blood and watching the light as it fades from her eyes in the final moment of death. I was excited to say the least! It would not be long before the real game of murder would begin...

Veronica picked up the blanket she had been sitting on and shook out the dust that had clung to it's woolen fabric. She carefully folded it and headed to her car in the parking lot. I followed her in the crowd, keeping to a safe distance in order to prevent suspicion. She had seen a partial photo of my face online, so I was not about to make the mistake of being recognised too soon. I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to show her that I alone could fulfill her fantasies in ways she could only imagine.

I pretended to fumble for my keys as I watched her unlock her car and climb inside. I unlocked my own car, waited until she started the engine and had reversed out of the parking space before starting the car. I drove behind her at a two-car distance after leaving the parking lot. I was already familiar with the route between the park and her home, but remained behind her as a precaution. I could not be certain that she would head straight home and did not want to lose her on the very same night I intended to catch my prey.

She drove for a little over three miles before finally stopping in front of a small, weatherboard house that badly needed repainting. After locking her car securely for the night, she headed to the front door, unlocked the metal latch and walked inside unaware that someone in the darkness of the night was watching her every move.

While keeping to the shadows as best I could, I parked my car several doors down from Veronica's house, grabbed my black leather bag and hid in some bushes in an area that offered a suitable view of her home. At this hour it would not be long before she headed to bed and my plan to strike would be put into action. All I could do now was wait.

I sat in the bushes for a good half hour before the house finally fell into darkness. This was the moment I had been waiting for but jumping into action too soon would be a fools move. Waiting an extra half hour would allow Veronica to fall into a deeper sleep, increasing her level of vulnerability. A sudden disturbance could alert the neighbours and add to the possibility of witnesses. Jumping in too soon would mean the element of surprise would not be in my favour.

Although the entertainment industry would have us believe otherwise, murder is not always as exciting as it looks. Hunting and observing your prey can be a long and tedius task. One that must be performed if you wish to keep a schedule of your intended victim's routine. Sometimes though, it is simply a case of waiting until your prey is in a vulnerable position. This allows the quickest and most effective method of capture.

I had discovered, through carefully-lead conversation online, that Veronica was not and had never been an insomniac. All she needed to help her sleep was a dark room and a comfortable pillow. This, of course, was to my advantage. An advantage I would soon make the most of. Waiting half an hour after the lights in the house had gone out was merely a precaution.

My excitement was growing at a steadily rapid pace. The fantasies in my mind increased as the moment to attack drew near. Half hour had finally passed as I crawled from the bushes and crept towards the back of the old house. I carried with me a black leather bag containing several items I would need for the nights events. This was my murder kit. A kit that I had used very successfully in the past.

I had observed the house on several occasions prior to that night, entering the yard under cover of darkness. I took careful note of the safest possible entry and exit points, while familiarising myself with my surroundings as best I could. It would do no good to trip and fall if a quick escape was necessary.

Veronica slept quietly, unaware of her deadly fate as I prepared to climb through a window she had neglected to lock. This was a mistake I was soon to learn. A ceramic mug had been placed on an unsturdy shelf near the window, barely noticeable in the darkness beyond. My hand slipped on the windowsill as I entered the house and in an attempt to regain balance, I accidently bumped the shelf, sending the mug crashing to the floor in the process.

It wasn't long before the sound of creaking floorboards could be heard in the room next door. Veronica had awoken from her peaceful slumber and would soon be in the room I had just entered through the open window. I needed to find a hiding place in order to avoid detection and I had to find it quick.

As Veronica's footsteps drew closer, I quickly withdrew my gun and hid in the shadows behind the door. This was not the most convenient place to hide, but under the circumstances I had very little choice in the matter.

Veronica entered the room and upon noticing the open window, cursed herself for forgetting to close it. If there was sufficient access, the neighbors cat had a tendency to explore her house after dark. It was not the first time Veronica's home had been invaded by her furry neighbor, but she was determined this would be the last. She closed and locked the window and decided to call the animal shelter in the morning. She then removed the broken mug off the floor, took it into the kitchen to dispose of it and returned to her bedroom.

I listened carefully for her footsteps on the floorboards from my position behind the door. I had no intention of receiving any more unexpected surprises. Feeling quite certain that she had gone back to bed, I left the place I had been hiding and peered down the hallway in search of a human figure in the darkness beyond. As I suspected, Veronica was nowhere in sight.

I grabbed my murder kit and headed quietly down the hallway towards the bedroom. After entering the room, I placed the bag on the floor and stood in the doorway, watching in silence as my prey slept quietly. I approached her bed and held my hand over her mouth in order to keep her quiet.

"Wake up sweetheart... It's time to play". I whispered, leaning towards her ear.

Veronica mumbled in her sleep and slowely opened her eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, her eyes widened in fear at the realisation of her predicament. A scream escaped her lips as I pushed my hand down harder on her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.

"If you scream again I will kill you!", I told her as I pushed the barrel of the gun against her head. "I am going to move my hand away from your mouth now. Make a noise and it'll be your last!".

Her muffled screams turned to quiet sobs as she lay there staring at the masked figure above her. I took my hand off her mouth and while pointing the gun at her head, stood up and ordered her to get out of bed. Veronica lay trembling beneath the sheets and refused to move. Her defiance rapidly increased my anger as I grabbed the bedding and pulled it away from her body.

"Are you deaf bitch?! Get the fuck out of that bed now!" I said to her as I grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards mine. "Are you gonna defy me again whore?!"

Veronica shook her head and as I released my grip on her hair, she scrambled out of bed and stood up beside it.

"Please... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say", she cried as she stood there trembling in fear.

Her naked body was barely visible beneath the white, satin nighty she was wearing. Her nipples were erect beneath the fabric as they pushed their way forward from her breasts. I wanted to touch her and fuck her and feel her tender flesh as it slid against my skin, but I had other plans for this little whore. Plans that were far more exciting than any amount of sex could offer.

I removed a plastic ball from my bag, a roll of gaffa tape and a pair of scissors, handed them to Veronica and ordered her to cut a length of tape off the roll. Veronica looked at the tape and back at me.

"What are you planning to do to me?" she asked through gentle sobs.

"Did I tell you to talk? Shut your trap and do as your told! Put that ball in your mouth and stick the tape over it. We're going for a walk".

With a look of confusion, Veronica placed the ball inside her mouth and cut off a length of tape. After placing the tape over her mouth, I ordered her to remove her nighty and find some clothing more suitable for the outdoors. She found a pair of black track pants and a red jacket with a hood.

"Well now, it looks like I found me a little red riding hood. Okay bitch, we're outta here". I said as I pulled the hood over her head, "Let's go see if granny's home".

I put the tape and scissors back in my bag and ordered Veronica to carry it. I grabbed her by the arm, pointed the gun at her side and told her to keep quiet as we left the house through the backdoor. The neighborhood was quiet as we walked through the darkness towards my car.

I opened the back door of the vehicle and after grabbing the bag off Veronica, I ordered her to get inside. The car had a compartment at the back of it designed for carrying large dogs. With a few modifications in place it was now a metal cage for human prey. I shut the door and locked it, smiling to myself as picked up my bag and climbed into the drivers seat. After returning my gun to it's place, I put the bag on the floor on the passengers side of the vehicle and started the engine. It would take several hours before I would finally reach my destination.

The darkness of the night was slowly yeilding to the sun's rays as I pulled into the driveway of an old, run-down building that had once been a fully-operational slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse had been abandoned several years ago for reasons unknown and although it remained the property of a private owner, it was now mine to do with as I wished.

After parking the car near the entrance, I grabbed my bag off the floor, climbed out and headed around to the back of the vehicle. I placed the bag on the ground and took out my gun and a pair of metal handcuffs. With gun in hand, I unlocked the door and saw Veronica curled up in a fetal position on the floor.

"Hey!", I yelled as I threw the metal handcuffs on her."Put them on your wrists and get out of the car!".

She sat up immediately and locked the metal handcuffs on her wrists, then climbed out of the vehicle and stared at the old building in front of her. With the gag still on her mouth her words became muffled as she attempted to speak.

"Shut the fuck up! Do you see anyone here who gives a shit what you have to say?!" I told her as I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around.

I had no need to be concerned with witnesses as the building was situated in an area that offered plenty of seclusion for what I had in mind. After all, this was a slaughterhouse and although it had been abandoned by it's workers years ago, the smell of death remained in the air. The nearest town was miles away and the road leading to the property was nothing more than an overgrown track. Anyone who found themself here was either very lost or brought here intentionally by me.

I pointed the gun at Veronica's head, picked up my bag and pushed her towards the entryway to the building. She stumbled forward, regained her footing and started walking again. We reached the door and walked inside. Finding my way around was not a problem as I had been here many times before. In an effort to reduce the darkness within I had also installed lighting with the use of a generator.

I ordered Veronica to walk towards a door near the back of the building. Beyond it lay a surprise she would not soon forget.

I unlocked the door and pushed Veronica inside. She fell to the floor and as she attempted to get back on her feet again, screamed at the sight of human heads that I had placed along a shelf on the wall. Each one was part my prized collection of human tophies and each of the heads had it's own special place in the memories of my mind.

"No need to be afraid". I said in amusement, "They're way too dead to do anything to you".

I placed my bag on the floor and approached Veronica who was attempting to vomit under her gag. I quickly removed the tape and ball from her mouth as she vomited on the floor, gagged and vomited again.

"Oh my god... that smell...", she said in disgust.

I looked at her and smiled, "You'll get used to it soon enough".

After grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet, I walked her over to another door and ordered her to open it. The room beyond was bigger than the one we were currently in. It's walls were splattered in blood in different sections of the room due to the torture devices that had been used on previous occasions. The middle of the room contained a large metal hook in the ceiling and a drain in the floor below that had been used for draining victims of their blood before disposal. At the far back was a cage the size of a prison cell, containing a stained mattress on the floor and a dirty toilet in one corner.

Veronica cried out in shock as she noticed the body of a friend laying beside the mattress.

"Ahh yes... your friend, Chase. He put up a pretty good fight before I finally dragged his ass in here". I told her. "Don't worry though, he's not dead yet. The drugs should wear off soon".

"Why are you doing this?" Veronica cried, "What did we ever do to you?"

"This is a game, Veronica. That's all. Just a game and all you have to do is play by the rules".

Veronica looked at me with anger in her voice, "Is that all this is... a game to you?... You're sick! You need help!!"

"You don't seem to understand something here. This is my game and these are my rules and rule number 1 is... SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UNTIL I TELL YOU TO OPEN IT!!" I yelled as my anger exploded.

I hit her over the head with the side of my gun and knocked her to the floor. She cringed away in fear expecting another blow. Instead of hitting her again though, I grabbed her by the elbow and lifted her to her feet. I lead her over to the cage that contained her friend, unlocked the door and pushed her inside. She fell to the floor and yelled out in pain as her shoulder hit the hard cement beneath her. I stared into the cage at my prey... Two birds with one stone, I thought with a wicked grin and locked the door behind me.

The sun had risen in the sky and the day was already warming to it's rays as I headed back out to my car. Everything was secured inside the building as I climbed into the drivers seat and drove into town. Kidnapping was hungry work and my stomach was growling for a decent feed.

The town had once flourished with the railroad in full operation and the slaughterhouse supplying work for local stock producers but times had changed. The railroad had closed down a little over 4 years ago and with a severe drought killing much of the live stock back in '05, everything that once profited had lost it's value. Farmers couldn't afford to keep their land and were forced to move out of the area. Those who stayed were either too stubborn or too broke to move.

The main street hosted a cafe and a bar that catered to the few locals still living in the area and occasional tourist passing through, along with a small grocery shop and drug store. All other businesses were either boarded up or simply locked with a 'closed' sign posted on the window. With the main street virtually deserted, this little community had all the appearances of a ghost town. It was the ideal location for a serial killer to lay low.

I had been visiting the area for the last two years and nothing had changed. The cafe was as quiet as it always was. On this occasion though, the only other customer happened to be a police officer downing a hot cup of coffee.

"Hey" I said as I waited for my order, "We don't get too many cops round these parts, where you heading to?"

He looked up at me from his coffee cup and replied, "Just passing through".

I smiled, "Yeah, well, that's what most folks say. This place ain't exactly a tourist location".

"Hell, you got that right", he said. "There is a stench in the air around here. Can you smell it?"

"Nope, can't say I can. Then again, I've been living here for quite some time. Maybe I've just gotten used to it".

"Well, anyway, you take care now. I have to go," he said as he stood up and paid the waitress for his order.

I watched him through the window as he got into his car and drove down the road. A police officer in the area was quite rare. I wondered if he knew about Veronica and Chase's dissapearance. The waitress sat my order on the table, but it wasn't long before I realised I had lost my appetite. The only thing I wanted now was to know that my hideout had not been compromised by the passing cop. I paid for the meal and left. The thought of losing my prey after all the effort I had put into capturing them was a little disquieting.

The drive back was quick and uneventful. There was no sign of a police car near the slaughterhouse or anywhere on the surrounding property. I decided to park the car in a shed at the back of the building just to be on the safe side anyway. If the cop did decide to check out the area, the surveillance camera's I had installed around the building would pick up his movements before he even realized anyone else was there.

I parked the car and headed back to the torture room. It was time to give my prey a little wake up call.

Veronica jumped at the sound of the door opening to the torture room. She crawled into a corner of the cage and began to shiver in fear. Chase, who had been trying to calm her down, stood up as soon as he saw me and approached the wall of the cage demanding to be released. I looked at him and grinned.

"Oh come now, aren't you having at least a little bit of fun? After all, you got that sexy little bitch there to keep you company. Come to think of it, I bet you'd like to fuck her... right here in this room".

"Man, you are seriously twisted! Let us the fuck out now!!" Chase replied in anger.

"All good things in time" I said as I reached for a set of keys in my pocket. "But for now, we're just gonna have us a little bit of fun and if you're a real good boy, I might just let you go in the end. How that be?"

"Yeah, like I believe that" Chase replied sarcastically.

"I have a set of keys in my hand. Each key opens a different lock" I said to Chase with a smile, "One of these keys opens the padlock on this cage... If you can guess the right one, I will let you go. If you guess the wrong one, I will torture your girlfriend".

Chase grimaced at the prospect of choosing the wrong key. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"That's the chance you'll have to take", I replied.

"Well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter..." said Chase as he looked at the keys cautiously.

I held the keys out towards him, but not so close that he could reach them should he attempt to and told him to make his choice. He looked at each key carefully and with due consideration, pointed to the third key from the left.

"That one there" he said pointing his finger, "the third one".

I removed the key Chase had chosen, placed the other four in my pocket and tried the lock. After a brief moment of hesitation, I tried to turn the key but the lock remained securely closed. Chase stared at it and began to panic.

"Wait! Let me choose another one!" Chase begged in a panic, "I'll get it right this time, I swear! Please..." .

"No can do" I said as I placed the key in my pocket.

I could hear Veronica crying as I ordered Chase to get on the floor. He refused to move from his position near the door and stood there in defiance as I ordered him to the floor again. I was in no mood for his arrogance. I pulled out a small handgun I had hidden in a holster inside one of my boots, released the safety catch and immediately shot him in the leg. He screamed as he hit the floor, grabbing his leg in pain. Veronica, who had been crying softly in the background, stared at Chase and began to scream. I yelled at her to shut her mouth, reached into my pocket where the four keys had been placed earlier and after grabbing the right key to the cage door, proceeded to unlock it. Feeling confident that Chase would not attempt to leave in his current condition, I approached Veronica and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her out of the cage behind me. She continued to scream as I pushed her to the floor and re-locked the door.

"Time to play" I told her as I replaced my gun and pulled her by the hair towards a torture device nearby, "This party is just getting started!"

I removed her clothes and ordered her to get down on her knees. I then tied her ankles together and connected her ankle restraints to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. She leaned backwards to keep balance as I placed a noose around her neck. The noose was attached to rope running through a pulley in the ceiling that would pull it in an upwards direction from the floor. The rope would then wind itself around a motorized wheel as it turned. The wheel was designed to turn 180 degrees and stop for exactly 30 seconds before repeating the process. It was a slow way to hang someone but offered plenty of opportunity for other types of torture on the victim before the death machine finally killed them.

I left Veronica to balance on her knees as I approached the cage again. After removing my gun from it's holster, I pointed the barrel at Chase and ordered him to get undressed. I expected another bout of defiance but he began to undress immediately. Dissappointed at the sight of his limp cock, I told him to masturbate in order to get an erection.

Chase was puzzled by this turn of events, but after a brief explanation of what I had in mind he soon began to masturbate to thoughts of Veronica. He had been attracted to her for quite some time and was actually quite eager to feel the warmth between her legs. Although disgusted by the humiliation Veronica had been forced to endure, he also felt a twinge of excitement at what was about to become. Little did he know that his pleasure would end in pure agony.

While Chase continued to masturbate, I tied a length of rope around both of Veronica's knees and forced them as far apart as they would go.The end of each rope was tied to metal hooks in the floor on each side of the death machine. She tried to scream out in pain as the rope tightened severely around her ankles with the pressure being placed upon them. The rope around her neck had also tightened and her screams had now become choking sounds as she struggled for air. I lowered the rope to ease the pressure on her neck. Killing her too soon would spoil my plans.

As soon as Chase's cock was erect, I unlocked the cage door and ordered him to crawl out on his knees.

"Don't try to be a hero" I said as I stood in front of him,"Cos if you do, your leg won't be the only thing getting shot next time!"

To Be Continued...

Chase crawled out of the cage as best he could while trying to avoid putting pressure on his damaged leg, and sat on the floor. I ordered him to lay on his back underneath Veronica. In a drawer nearby were small torture devices designed for genital mutilation. One of which was a wide cock ring with sharp metal studs that stick out and slightly upward like thorns on a rose bush. I opened the drawer and picked up the cock ring, admiring it's potential for damage.

"Put this on your cock!" I ordered and threw the metal device on Chase's belly.

He looked at it and grimaced, aware of the damage it would cause Veronica. Reluctantly he placed the device on his erect penis and waited quietly for my next command.

I grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs from out of the same drawer the cock ring had been in and locked them onto Chase's wrists in front of him. I then took a length of chain and locked one end onto the metal handcuffs and threaded the other end through a metal ring in the floor on one side of his body. After pulling it through the ring, I took the chain over his chest and through a metal ring in the floor on the other side. I then secured that end to the handcuffs as well. This would help to reduce any struggling that would occur during the torture process.

A fishing hook was laying on a shelf above the drawer with approximately half a meter of fishing line attached to the end of it, along with a large needle and a pair of scissors. I picked up the fishing hook, cut it off the line and threaded the line through the eye of the needle. Once the line was threaded, I took the needle over to Chase and as he screamed at me to stop, I held his head as still as I could between my knees, leaned over him and proceeded to sew his mouth shut. He screamed as the needle broke through his bottom lip and up through the top one. After repeating the process to the length of his mouth and back in the opposite direction, his screams became muffled moans as his lips were sewn together completely.

I lowered Veronica on to Chase's groin via the pulley and ordered him to enter her and begin fucking her at once. She was dry as Chase forced his way inside her and started thrusting his cock in her pussy. She screamed as each thrust caused the studded cock ring to cut into her vaginal passage, ripping her open inside. She continued to scream until her throat was hoarse and she could scream no more. A pool of blood had formed on and around Chase's belly and groin. His cock was red with the blood that now stained his penile erection.

I ordered Chase to cum and as he thrust harder, ripping her flesh with the metal thorns, his moans of pleasure and pain had increased considerably. Veronica had passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen from the rope around her neck. Chase didn't seem to notice though as a final groan of pleasure could be heard behind his tightly sewn lips and a hard thrust between her legs spewed forth his seed. He lay there in exhaustion, relieved of his orgasm, yet disturbed by the sight of Veronica who was bleeding profusely from her ripped and torn vagina. This was Heaven and Hell all at once...

To Be Continued