April Winters, now called Autumn Summers met The Head-Killer once. She's the sole survivor. He escaped authorities. He wants his one and only back. He thinks there is only one way to drive her back into his arms. She needs to know he still wants her. Dean is the agent assigned to this case. He needs to find a way to protect Autumn. He needs to find a way to stop The Head-Killer from wanting her, for he wants her himself. It's going to be a crazy ride. Will Autumn and Dean come out on top? That's the question I'll leave you with.


16. Chapter 15

Chapter 15


- The Head-Killer’s POV -


It was time again. Maybe after this time she would be broken and I would be able to take her and break her just a little bit more. She has to be with me again. By my side again. I have to finish what I started with the one that got away.

I got my things and walked to the park. I sat down on my usual bench and got as usual my paper. I sat down and peeked over the edge to see the women run through the park. Today was disappointing. There were absolutely no ladies there that fit my type.

Just when I got my things I saw her. The first daughter. Beautiful. And she fits just in my type. She ran with her bodyguards behind her. This would be a tricky one. I stood up when she ran by so she would run straight into me. Which is just what happened.

“Oh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I asked her, pretending to be shocked. I looked down and saw she had a gash on her knees.

“Come, I have a band aid in my car!” I said to her as I helped her get up. She nodded in approval and I helped her to my car. I opened the door for her so she could sit and then quickly locked the door. She started banging on the windows. Her bodyguards were getting closer and I ran around the car to the driver’s side and quickly got in. I grabbed my cloth with chloroform and started the car at the same time. We sped off into the dark alley and she started yelling and scratching me. I quickly pressed the cloth against her face and soon she was just out of it.

She hung in her seat and I saw some drool escape her mouth. As we arrived to our destination I got out and brought everything, including her, to the building. I tied her down on a table and went back to the car. I drove it out of there to the other side of town. Wouldn’t want them to find me. I got out and grabbed a bus back. After half an hour I was back. Finally I would get to play with my plaything.

I opened the door and saw she was already awake and trying to escape.

“Don’t worry love; you won’t get out of those bindings.” I said to her. She looked up and saw me.

“Who the fuck are you? Bastard! Untie me!” She yelled at me.

“I am the James Smith. And no I won’t I like seeing you bound there.” She looked shocked when I told her my name, but soon she got back to herself. She was livid, or at least she appeared to be.

“You coward, preying on helpless women and then even having to tie them up. You are no man!” She yelled again. She was going too far. I am not a coward! I am a man! A perfectly sane handsome man!

“Oh you bitch! You have done it now. You will take back everything you said!” I told her. My voice thundered through the space and it became lower with every word. She looked scared as she heard me yell.

I walked to her and cut her clothes of. It will always be the first thing I do. Cutting of the clothes.

After I had those off I could continue with my handy work.

I grabbed all the necessities which included some tape to keep her eyes open and some anesthetics. I taped her eyes open and went and grabbed my anesthetics. I gave her the sedative, which made sure she wouldn’t feel, but she could see everything I did to her.  She began to cry of fear of what was about to come.

“So first we will have a very short talk.” I said to her. She nodded her head slightly which let me know she wasn’t fully sedated yet.

“Tell me your name sweetheart.” I ordered her.

“Leila.” She said with a shiver in her voice. I prepared some more sedative to give to her.

“You asshole!” She yelled as I gave her some more anesthetic.

“My ex- boyfriend will come to save me!” She yelled to me.

“You will be over and done with! You will rot in jail!” She said. Letting her anger out.

“Oh and who would your ex-boyfriend be?”I asked her, none of them would be able to stop me. I would get my one and only back and I would get my satisfaction of the women I would have to have before I got Autumn back.

“It’s Dean Rosing, of the FBI, he will kill you!”

“Oh you poor little being, he is elsewhere preoccupied, with my one and only so you see I have to use other women to get my satisfaction, just until I can get my one and only back.” She started crying.

I was out of patience and grabbed my gear.

“So sweetheart, where should we start?” I asked her with my smile on. Most of the women thought it was a sadistic smile. Well I wasn’t going to complain about that.

“Nowhere! You should just leave me the fuck alone!” She yelled again.

“Okay sweetheart as you say. I will pick for you and I pick those pretty little toes.”

I moved my hand down her leg and arrived at her feet. I grabbed one in my hand and placed my scalpel against the joint that tied her pretty little pinky toe to the foot.  I quickly cut her toe of and then burned her wound close. I placed her toe in de cup I placed on her stomach while we were talking. I saw her eyes get big. I continued cutting her toes of. She saw every toe go off. Every toe I jiggled in front of her face and then she would let out a tiny whimper or a loud scream. I love those screams and whimpers. She almost gave me as much satisfaction as Autumn had. I kept cutting off body part by body part. Each part I showed her. And with each part she felt more fear. More fear. More longing to die. When I had her entire legs of and went to move to her arms she fainted. As I wasn’t willing to wait anymore I quickly removed all of her arms. Then I grabbed my saw and quickly cut of her head. I placed it in a box and then moved back to the body. Well the torso now. As her legs and arms were completely gone. My dick was hard at the sight in front of me. Her body looked so delicious. Her whimpers had gotten me harder every time. I grabbed a condom and slid in her. The pleasure of fucking a dead person is they don’t say no or stop and you don’t have to think about their pleasure. And the best part is they will be tight. They will fit like a glove. I quickly came and after I cleaned myself up. Then I disposed of her body and shipped the head to the hospital. They would get the head and even if she didn’t open it herself, she would see it. She would get the grief of losing another person to me. Her best friend wasn’t enough.

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