She tried restlessly to get him to divulge the surprise but he would not budge, even if she nibbled on his neck, which half the time worked in the past. Nonetheless she gave up and went with the flow, after all she was with the person she wanted to be with the most, what else could she ask for?
The car came to a stop, “ Here we are.“ He raced to get out, so he could open Lisa’s door as a gentlemen would, she felt like royalty from the special treatment she was getting, he even gave her a hand out from the car.
“ You're such a gentlemen, but I'm not tipping you.” She joked around.
They crossed arms and walked up the stairs to the complex. “We’re on the fourth floor.” He said to her.
The building was old and worn out, it was in need of a desperate paint job or a demolishing crew. When Gerard open the door to the building, it made a haunted mansion style creak and the smell of a dead animal carcass seem to loom in the air. Lisa prayed whatever Gerard had planned, was worth going through this. The halls of the complex was hot and musty, graffiti written every where and puddles of water on the concrete floor, no doubt from the leaking water pipe above.
They walked into the freight elevator, which seemed to be the only way to reach their floor. Lisa was a tad scared if they would make it to their destination alive in the old and rusty elevator. Even with all these faults Gerard just kept smiling at her.“ After you madam.” He closed the gate behind them and pulled the rope down to close the elevator doors. He pressed the button on the panel and the elevator hummed to life with an almost dying breath. “ Going up, hopefully.” He chuckled, which Lisa came back at him with a pinch on the arm. “ I'm kidding.”
He nestled with her and began to playfully kiss her neck. “ What’s waiting for me?” Lisa asked through her moans of pleasure, as his breath tickled her neck.
“ You’ll see.” He said with a devilish smile as he devoured her.
“ If your plan is to fuck me, we can do it right here in the elevator. I’ve always felt the urge to be a dirty girl and judging by the floor I would be one.” Lisa enjoyed her own joke.
It took the old elevator a few seconds until they reached their stop. “ Close your eyes.” Gerard said with a child like enthusiasm. She did as she was told, she wasn’t one to ruin his big plans for tonight.
Lisa could hear him pushing down the doors and opening the gate, he almost seemed out of breath, “ Babe, don’t faint on me.” She told Gerard, who seemed more eager for this night than her.
“ Okay, I did my best, I hope you like it. Now, open your eyes.”
Lisa was welcomed with a view of candles lighting up the entire studio, classical music playing in the background, and a bottle of wine waiting for her on a red cloth table. She slowly stepped in, amazed at the work he had done, the wooden floor had been waxed magnificently , the windows covered with red drapes. There were a few wooden crates and a bag in the corner, still none of it was enough to take from the beauty of it. This explained why he had made it so late, he was planning all this for her. “ I love it.”
“ I thought you would, I spent all day fixing this up just for you.” He softly squeezed her hand. He gestured to the table.
“ Baby, did you rent this place just for tonight ?” She asked
“ Yes I did, I just wanted to give you a night like no other. “ He kissed her cheek, “ Go have a drink, I think you’ll like the wine.” He devilishly smiled.
“ Care to join me?”
“ I will in a moment, but I got one more big surprise, so no peeking.” He wagged his finger at her.
“ Hurry up, I don‘t like to drink alone.” Lisa patted him on the butt, squeezing a little as he walked away. She made her way over to the table to give Gerard time to whip out his next surprise. Lisa examined the wine bottle before pouring herself a glass, she couldn’t believe what it was, “Cabernet Sauvignon. “ This was the same drink they had together on their first date, at the restaurant in Little Italy, Casa Cotti. “ Baby, I didn‘t think you remembered.” She said awestruck.
“ How could I not? “ He said to her.
Lisa could hear him fumbling with the crates behind her, probably miss placing her gift. She nibbled on her lip as the image of an engagement ring came to mind. She poured herself a glass and took one large gulp to calm her nerves.
She could hear Gerard walking back to her, she couldn‘t stop smiling, she knew this was it, he was going to pop the question to her, “ So, what‘s my next surprise? ” She turned around with a glowing smile shining so ever brightly for this moment, “ I‘ve been waiting all day for it.” Only to be greeted with the image of Gerard holding a wooden baseball bat in his hand, “ What are you doing?” She laughed out loud, not knowing how to react to this picture, it seemed like a bad joke. But before the reality of it could sink in, he swung the bat at her, sending her world into darkness.
Chapter 4
YOU’RE THE ONE
It felt as though water had been poured into her head, she could hear it sloshing back and forth. Lisa slowly began to open her eyes, but found it to be difficult as blood trickled down into her eye sockets. She tried to move, only to discover that she was tied down to what seem to be an operating table. Her first thought was that she and Gerard had been into a car accident and now she was laying on an operating table. “ Gerard !”
The moment She shouted his name, it all suddenly began to come back “What are you doing?” the image of him swinging the bat and knocking her out cold, how it stabbed like a jagged knife into her skull.
“ No.” She whimpered. “He wouldn’t do anything to harm me.” She refused to believe so, not after the moment they shared at the museum, the months they spend together, they had slept in the same bed, made love together, cooked for each other, they both wanted a life together, they wanted to grow old together. Every ounce of her body rejected the images flooding in her mind.
“ You’re so beautiful.” Gerard’s voice echoed through the apartment in a demonic tone. Lisa tried to fight from the restraints but he quickly advised her otherwise. “ I wouldn’t try moving, I had to strap you down nice and tight. Besides you’ll only do more harm to yourself if you got up. I‘d say you're hemorrhaging really bad right now, all that blood is going to start over flowing in your head, forming words is going to be tricky. I’m amazed you’re awake, I wasn't expecting that.” He brushed back her brown bloody hair. “ Then again you’re not like other people, you‘re special.”
Lisa began to shiver from fright. Gerard voice was getting harder to hear, he sounded muffle at times. “ Why ?” the word fought to come out of her mouth.
“ Because you and I are meant to be together, forever. You knew that the first time we met.”
“ You lied to me.” Poor Lisa whimpered out in pain, closing her eyes tightly refusing to look at the man she once pictured marriage with, someone she wanted to have children with, someone she could call friend and lover.
“ Don’t say that.“ He held her hand tightly. “ You know the love we have for each other is greater than anything in this world , we were two lost souls waiting for that other half to come along. I saw what others couldn‘t.” He caressed his hand at the center of her chest. “ You have a very special heart.”
“ Don’t kill me.” She pleaded.
“ I’m not going to kill you,” He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, trying to calm her rattle nerves. “ I love you too much to do a thing like that.” He pulled himself away from her lust and began to strip away her clothing.
“ Stop… just stop.“ Lisa stuttered in tears, as he pulled everything off her piece by piece.
Once she was strip of her clothing and lying naked on the operating table, Gerard couldn't resist running his hands over her exposed body, and pressing his warm face against her cold skin. “ You smell so sweet.” He kissed her inner thigh, before walking out of sight into the corner, returning back shortly with a medical tray, surgeon tools, an ice box, gloves and a mask.
“ Gerard…�
� Lisa could feel herself drifting to sleep, she was trying her best to talk him out of this, but he just smiled at her as she spoke.
He walked over to her and strapped her head down to the table as well. “ What.. Why, what is..” She tried to ask why he was strapping her head down, but forming the words were beginning to become a difficult task as he had told her.
“ I don’t want you flopping around.” He chuckled at her, as though she should know the answer to that already.
He put on the surgeons mask and gloves. He retrieved a cloth from the pocket of his suit and shoved it down Lisa’s mouth, to keep her from biting down her tongue and to keep her screams silent, this was their night after all, he wouldn’t allow any outsiders to interfere.
He walked to the corner of the room once more, retrieving a bottle of alcohol from a duffel bag, there laying beside it was the bloody baseball bat he used to crack her skull with. He poured the alcohol around her chest to disinfect the area he planned to do his incision. He reached over for the scalpel, only to pause to stare at a mumbling Lisa who cried out for mercy. “ Don’t worry, this will be over before you know it.” He said with a gentle smile.
Lisa began to hyperventilate as the knife inched closer to her chest, she stared at the ceiling, hoping she would wake up from this nightmare. But the moment the sharp knife pierced into her upper chest it was clear there would be no waking up from this.
She felt the knife pulling down on to her chest, making it‘s way to her stomach and continued to rip her apart until it reached the edge of her belly button. Lisa screamed and clawed the surgeons table with all her force, her nails cracked as she dug into the steel.
The blood surged out of her, spewing onto the table, the air began to fill with a metallic scent that filled her nostrils. Lisa witnessed with her own eyes as Gerard used his bare hands to pull open the skin, she could hear her own flesh be torn apart. Her stomach and intestines began to bubble up to the surface, as Gerard pry opened her body, it was like watching someone trying to pry open a pit bulls mouth.
It was at this moment as Lisa began to feel herself float away, she could see flashes of her mother walking the dog, smiling at her, waving to her to come home, reassuring her that everything would be alright. How she found solace in that smile.
In her final seconds of life, she witnessed the man she loved pushing aside her stomach and intestines to the floor, fighting to place the cold clamps on each side to keep her chest cavity open. She could only giggle, as Gerard looked at her with the same love he did the first time they met, as he saw her faint beating heart. “ That’s the most beautiful thing I‘ve seen,” His eyes tearing with joy. “ We were meant for each other.”
“ I knew he loved me.”
CHAPTER 5
Dogs Chasing Cars
There’s a couple of things the heat will do to you, it’ll make you drink water like nobodies business, have you dazed and confused, or even have you bitching non-stop like someone‘s grandparents on a long road trip, though if you were Karen Chernetsky's neighbor, you’d probably just fuck like a dog in heat. “ Oh fuck, harder, don’t stop!”
Karen couldn't help but burst into laughter, as her neighbor Vanessa moans poured down her ceiling, her sexual escapade was running at an all time high, one hour five-minutes, “ papi, dejame chupa te.” Must be a world record somewhere.
People around the apartment complex knew Vanessa was a nymphomaniac. A few lucky people got to share in the glory, Karen was one. She couldn’t say no to a woman that had the biggest breast she’d ever seen, one that loved to be tie down and wasn‘t afraid to get physical with her lovers. Karen still had the teeth marks on her left breast to prove it. An hour with Vanessa was like an hour in heaven, “ What…what do you mean you came, you son of a bitch I told you to wait!” Then there was hell.
You had to fuck Vanessa to her pace, one wrong move and she’ll eat you and spit you out, Karen knew she ate pretty well. But she as well got the bulls horns, everything was going right until she went down on her, when she should have been fingering her, oral caused her to 'Ejaculate too quickly.' She could fill an entire novel with stories about Vanessa's bedroom antics.
“ You told me to cum?” Her one night stand was dumbfounded, he was sharing in the misery they had to endure. She felt sorry for the poor guy,who almost sounded like the janitor of the complex.
“ It was in the heat of the moment, I thought you fucking knew, for fuck sake, is this your first time fucking? How fucking stupid are you, Karen, Karen!” Vanessa thumped her foot on the floor, trying to get Karen's attention. “ Do you want to finish me up!?”
Karen couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably, that woman never ceased to amaze her. “ Maybe next time, sweetie !” She yelled back, she would have heard every word. The walls were paper thin, it saved them the need of calling each other on their cell phones.
“ What do I do now?” The one nightstand asked Vanessa.
“ Go back to cleaning the halls, you selfish fuck! “ Karen muffled her laughter with the pillow beside her, she was sure the janitor would be joining the group of the fallen soon , which met in the basement to bitch about Vanessa at least twice a week, sharing sex stories, and kinky things she would do with her mouth.
Karen laid in her bed, trying to fight the heat. She was almost stripped naked, only the black panties covering what was left of her exposed tattoo body, but that would go soon if the night failed to produce any coolness. She stared at her watch on the nightstand that pulsated with the time ten-thirty PM. She groaned with frustration, annoyed that she was stuck in her apartment like a kid with a curfew, when she should be out there chasing the night with Peewee, listing to their police scanners, driving down to the murder scenes, having the cops chase them out, calling them maniacs. Instead she was laying in her bedroom in the dark, listing to her neighbor getting fucked by the janitor.“ Fuck yeah, I’m sorry papi, fuck me for being a bad girl!” But that spark for the thrill was dead, ever since Jamie had walked out of their lives.
“ You promised you would never leave.” She quietly muttered as Jamie crept into her head.
It was fate that brought the trio together, a couple of out of luck people, all looking for a bit of spice in their life. All having that lure for the death, crime, people obsessed in wanting to know what drove the human mind to commit murder. They met in a chat room, the only three people up at two in the morning talking about a double homicide on the Jersey Turnpike, two young teens strangled to death and dumped in the middle of the road, stripped naked, their teeth removed and their blood drained.
They kept chatting online for hours, putting together facts they were hearing over the news and online articles. They stayed in the same chat room until the morning sun. Their poor piss hourly jobs awaited them. But before logging out, Peewee who went by the user name “TheTenthDoctor” suggested they take a road trip on the weekend, he wanted to see the crime scene for himself, scout the area, find something the cops hadn‘t discovered. “ Maybe we can solve this case“ He wrote.
She remember how her skinned crawled, it was crazy, but it was the change in her life that she needed, that they needed. So they all agreed to meet at a diner just a block from Karen’s apartment, where you could buy the worst cup of joe in the world just for 90 cents, the taste was just wrong, but the price was just right. Then again who in N.Y goes to eat at a diner, you come to chat and gossip. The online chat rooms of N.Y, minus the lonely men trying to wag their penis on cam for you. But stay after hours and you might get lucky, if that was your thing.
The walk to the diner was no easy feat in itself, she remember cursing all the way there, telling herself how crazy she was to trust a pair of online strangers. She kept arguing to herself that she didn’t need online friends, she had a group of normal friends … then it hit her, she never had any friends. She knew people, she would hang out with them, talk like them, pretend to have the same interest, smiling and laughing when it called for, but even amongst them she was the
sore thumb from the group. They wanted the nine to five job, a dog, a white picket fence, an oak tree, and three kids running around them, when she wanted none of that, their paradise was her nightmare. She just wanted to feel real, to forget the past, forever, leave those chapters buried. She needed people she could relate to, people who understood her, that wouldn’t cast judgment on her, she needed someone to trust before she went off the rails and became something she wasn’t. So she wasted no time in taking off to meet these two strangers.
The day Karen came up to the diner, she passed Peewee and his old beat up Mustang, he constantly paced back and forth in the parking lot, wondering if he should go through with this, that put a smile on her face, she was glad she wasn’t the only one having doubts. She spotted him off a few blocks before coming up to the diner, his profile photo was a spitting image of the same curly head, nerdy, pencil neck kid. She let him talk among himself and walked inside.
Jamie was sitting alone at the counter, reading her murder mystery book, by an author name “ James Harris. “ She always had the habit of scratching her head like she had lice when the tension started to get to her, there wasn’t a speck of lice in that golden hair of her, that Karen could testify too, she couldn’t say the same for Peewee’s.
Jamie didn’t seem to even recognize her, though that was because of her leather jacket that covered her tattooed arms, but once the jacket came off they knew who she was. Her online photos were an homage to every tattoo she had gotten, each one telling a story of her life and journey.
They all introduce themselves, made small chitchat. Karen being the little devil she was, ordered them two cups of coffee, she bragged about how this was the best cup of coffee they'd ever taste in their life, they believed the con and they were eager to drink it down the moment it sat in front of them, and drank they did, thus becoming acquainted with the worst coffee in the world. Peewee’s eyes tear up from the taste. She laughed hysterically as Jamie fought to swallow it down. Of course, they got the last laugh as she was push into doing a shot herself, as Jamie said. “ This group flies and dies together.” Words had never sounded more pure and truthful in Karen’s life. So, down it went. The taste alone was like drinking a bottle of cat piss, and the moment it made its way down your stomach, you couldn't help but scratch the side of your belly as it stung your inside. All of this made her ponder whoever was making this fresh brew of joe was a sinister bastard who was extracting revenge on some heinous crime that was done to him or her.
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