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Chapter 39
WARNING… This chapter contains violence about a murder and may be considered offensive. I do not wish to offend or upset anyone. Thank you.
Christy's Death…
Christy quickly headed to her car, thankful the day was over with. She was looking forward to going home, having a glass of wine and taking a long hot bath. She was so engrossed in finding her keys, which had fallen to bottom of her purse, she didn't notice the man walking up behind her. She felt a presence next to her and turned to see who was there when she felt a blinding pain across the left side of her face. She stumbled and tried to focus on the image that was towering over her when darkness took over.
Steven Mayer made sure no one was around when he rammed his fist across the side of Christy's face. Her limp body fell to the ground. He swiftly picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bushes that were only a few feet away and laid her down on the crackling twigs. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the plastic ties and cloth he had tucked away and tightly bound her hands and feet and stuffed the cloth into her mouth. He popped open the trunk of his car that he had backed up to the bushes a few hours ago and quietly placed the petite blonde and her black leather purse in the trunk and took the gray duck tape and wrapped it around her head, securing the cloth inside her mouth. He quietly closed the lid and glanced at his watch. He had approximately twenty minutes to erase the security tape before the night security guard started his shift.
It didn't take him long to get back to the secluded security room that was located in the basement of the hospital. He carefully erased the exact portions of the tape that showed his crime. He had this procedure almost down to a science. Unless one looked closely, you would not be able to tell portions of the tape were missing.
He thought about the young woman lying in his trunk and had forgotten at how alive doing this had made him feel. He also knew that he was taking a chance, unlocking the beast that was buried deep inside of him but it was something he had to do. All he had thought about for the last two days was how his Dr. Cameron and Dr. Asshole had looked at one another in the hall the other day. He needed a temporary fix until he could be with Allison and he knew he had to have a sacrifice. However, he had to restrain himself. Tonight was not about enjoyment, it was about sustainment.
He heard voices heading in his direction, so he quickly finished erasing the tape and gathered his things so he could walk out the minute the evening guard showed up. Ten minutes later he was walking across the parking lot, heading to his car, when he saw another car parked in the space next to his with a man looking under the hood. He slowed his pace slightly contemplating what his move would be should there be any problems. As he reached his car the man who was still looking under his hood, looked up and smiled. Steven decided he would speak first.
"Having car trouble?" Steven asked as he walked over and unlocked his door.
"Yeah. I think my battery is dead. You think you could give me a jump?" The tall, thin, middle aged man asked.
Steven thought for a second. "Sure but I don't have any jumper cables." He answered thinking he just wanted to make this quick and get out of there.
"I have some in my trunk. I'll grab them." The thin man hurried to his trunk and grabbed the cables.
Steven waited, trying not to show his agitation, all the while keeping an eye on the trunk of his car.
They placed the cables onto the two batteries and a few minutes later, the thin man's car started. Steven hopped into his own car and took off barely letting the man say thank you. The small interruption had only detained him slightly. However, he needed to hurry to his destination before the young woman awoke.
He drove up to the bluffs that overlooked the city. It was a perfect place, very secluded. As he traveled up the dirt road, he heard the young blonde starting to pound on the walls of the trunk. He laughed slightly. He pulled into the place he had picked out earlier. There was a small grove of trees a short distance with a small opening in the middle. The area really couldn't be seen by night unless one knew of the place but in the daylight, it wouldn't be long before someone passing by would see his masterpiece and that was the idea. He didn't want her to be hidden. He wanted the world to see her so Allison would know again how much he loved her.
He parked the car and quietly got out. He listened for a minute to the muffled sounds and he couldn't deny that it excited him. He grabbed the black satchel that was lying on his back seat and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced around carefully, making sure he was alone because he knew that once he opened the trunk, he would have to be quick. He was sure she was going to be a fighter. He walked to the back of the car and took a deep breath and opened the lid. It was barely open when the flailing girl sat up trying to climb out. He was prepared however and the petite girl was no match for his strength.
Christy tried to fight but the man held her tightly. She couldn't breath. It was all she could do to not pass out again. I can't believe this happening to me, she thought. She felt like she was in caught in a horrible dream. She kept kicking and wiggling making it very hard for him to carry her. She felt the tree branches cut her bare arms and face as he carried her down the path. A minute later she hit the hard cold ground with a thud, knocking the air out of her lungs. She laid still for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath and not let the darkness over come her. Once she could see clearly again, she moved her head from side to side and tried to see where she was. She looked straight up and saw the moon above, peering through the branches of the trees that came together almost like a canopy above her. She couldn't help but think how if under different circumstances, she would have thought how magical it looked but at that moment all she could think about was how it reminded her of the lid on her coffin. She listened for any familiar sounds but only heard the sound of traffic off in the distant. Too far away for anyone to hear her. Then she noticed him. He was kneeling, his back towards her. He was apparently going through a bag. She tried to see his face but couldn't get a clear view. She kept struggling against the plastic strips that were bound tightly around her wrists and she could feel it cutting through her skin and for the first time, she felt the pain. She could tell her cheek was swollen and puffy underneath her eye. She kept hoping this was all a nightmare and she would wake up soon. Why me? She kept asking. The cut on her cheek began to burn from the tears that escaped the corner of her eyes. Damn it. She thought. Don't cry. Don't let him see how weak you are. She scolded herself.
Steven could hear her heavy breathing behind him, giving him another erection. It felt so good, he thought, thinking about the release he was going to have. He stood and turned to look at her. It pleased him to see the fear in her eyes as he looked down at her. He took the few steps that closed the gap between them.
"You are not so high and mighty now, are you?" He laughed.
Christy could hear what he was saying but didn't understand. She squirmed more as he knelt beside her and started rubbing her hair.
Steven placed his finger to his lips. "Shhh. No one can hear you." He said as he sat out three large candles above her head. After lighting them, he looked down at her as the light cast an eerie glow across her body. "I want to remove the cloth from your mouth but only if you promise not to scream."
Christy stopped moving and shook her head yes but as soon as he removed the cloth, she began to scream and he quickly placed it back in place.
"I told you not to scream." He angrily said. "Don't ruin this." He stood and moved around so he could sit on her legs.
Christy tried to move her legs but his weight was too much for her. When he began to unbutton her pants, she started to moan and shook her head from side to side. She tried to scream please don't but her tongue was too swollen from the wad of material stuck in mouth and all she could do was gag.
Steven smiled as she squirmed underneath him but he finally managed to slide her pants completely off of her. He left her dark blue panties on. He looked at her with lust in his eyes and moved until he was kneeling beside her and begun to unbutton her silky white blouse. He admired her breasts that laid underneath her lacy bra. "You are pretty but not as beautiful as my Allison." He said softly to her.
He then pulled out the knife he had in his back pocket and smiled as he saw her eyes widen with a new fear. He laid it against her smooth skin.
Christy felt the cold blade against her cheek. She couldn't stop the helpless moans that escaped her. She began to cry. She watched as a sickening smile crossed his face and suddenly realized her who capture was, the security guard from the hospital. The image of running into him at the entrance, his coffee spilling on her blouse and the rude words she had said to him, ran through her head. Was this why he was doing this to her? She wondered. She felt the cold blade of the knife travel down her neck and rest just above her left breast. Then in one swift movement, he cut the middle of her bra and she could feel the cool air caress her bare breasts.
Steven looked down at her silky skin and watched as her nipples harden as the cool air brushed against them. He had a sudden urge to touch them but restrained himself. "I'm sure you would give me great pleasure but I have to leave myself pure for my love."
Christy felt some relief when she heard him say he wasn't going to touch her but then a horrid chill ran across her when she realized that if he wasn't going to rape her then there was only one other thing he was planning to do. He was going to kill her. Oh my God! She screamed inside her head. Please No! She tried to force out the words. Thoughts of her father and her mother crossed her mind and what this would to them. I'm not supposed to die like this. Please. She kept saying over and over in her head.
Steven noticed how still she had become. He knew that she had realized that she was going to die and he let out another little sickening laugh. They were always like that, he thought. As soon as they realized that they were going to die, they became still and whimpered like a dying animal. He let out a sigh. "I'm sorry but I have to do this." He stood and grabbed her arms that were still bound together and dragged her over to a large tree and leaned her against it.
At first Christy tried to fight but then she knew it would only be a lost cause. She knew it was over and her mind became numb. She could feel him gently remove the tape and cloth from her mouth and she tried to speak but no words came out. She felt him brush her hair back with his fingers and wipe her face with a moist cloth. She focused on the moon and it's light shining down through the trees and felt the cold air chill her skin. It occurred to her that it would be the last time she felt the cold.
Steven stood and looked down at her. For a brief moment, as he looked into her sad eyes, he felt sorrow for what he was about to do but he quickly shook the thoughts from his head and without another thought, he swiftly brought the knife down across her delicate throat and felt the knife rip through her soft skin. He heard her begin to gasp for air.
Out of the corner of her eye, Christy saw the knife coming down but refused to look at him. She didn't feel the blade touch her but she felt something wet spray against her face and travel down her chest. Then it became harder for her to breath and as much as she didn't want to struggle, she found herself gasping for air but even then she refused to look into the eyes of her killer and continued to look towards the light streaming down through the trees. It didn't take long before a peaceful feeling over took her body and she closed her eyes for the very last time.
Steven watched as her head fell backwards against the tree, her eyes open and lifeless. He almost fell to the ground when he felt the release in his pants. His body shuddered at the pleasure. After a few minutes he untied her hands and buttoned up her blouse and folded her hands into her lap. He removed the necklace from around her neck and stuffed it into his pocket and then secured her body to the tree with some rope. He took the tube of red lipstick out of his pocket and neatly covered her lips and stood back one more time to admire his creation. He then placed a sealed envelope on her lap, gathered his things, making sure not to leave anything behind. Took one more look and with satisfaction walked back to his car.
Driving home, he couldn't help but be excited at the thought of the present he left for Allison. He was at peace again and now he could concentrate on his plan that would bring him and Allison together forever.
