The night air felt cool against my skin as I made my way from the gas station, where I worked, to my little car. It had been one of many long shifts I had been pulling lately. The bills were starting to spiral out of my control so I took on as many extra hours as the boss would give me.
Working late did have its benefits though. Mostly in the form of the kind of the customers, or should I say, one specific customer in question. I don’t know her name, but she comes to the gas station at eleven o’clock exactly every day. She’s around my height so in the five foot five range. She looked like she works out and her long black hair hung down her back like a cap. She had the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen before and the clothes she wore clung to her body and accented her beautiful figure.
I told myself I was going to ask for her name the next time I saw her, but the truth being told, she did make me a little nervous. It’s like a part of my body wanted nothing to do with the woman, but my heart and my sexual desires were saying something very different.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I opened the trunk of my car and threw my bag inside. I had made it to the drivers side door when I heard a thud and felt a brief explosion of pain as everything went dark and I crumbled to the floor.
The smell hit my senses first before anything else. It was an odor of rotten meat, or something that had died. When I opened my eyes I was staring up at the ceiling. Groggy, I tried to lift my head to get a better look at my surroundings. From what I could tell, I was lying on a large wooden table. My hands had been bound to the sides of the table with rope but my feet were free to move.
The beating inside my chest grew faster and stronger as I tried to take in the rest of the room. There was another large table across from my right. On that table was an overweight man who had been stripped naked and bound to the sides.
‘Oh, you’re awake,’ said a soft, female voice.
When I turn my head to look upward I find myself staring straight into the green eyes of the girl from the gas station. My heart beats faster for a different reason.
‘Who are you?’ I asked, still a little woozy.
‘My name is Chloe,’ she said, her voice would have sounded like music to my ears, if it wasn’t for the circumstances we were meeting under.
‘Why did you kidnap me?’ I tried not to sound too accusatory, but that’s real hard to do when someone has snatched you off the streets.
‘Actually, it was a mistake. I thought you were someone else,’ she said in an apologetic tone. ‘But now that you are here, I can’t let you go until I finish my work in this city.’
‘Why not. I haven’t seen much of anything.’ I said, feeling a little annoyed, but also slightly aroused by the smell of her. It was a sweet and succulent smell that seemed to shield me from the darkness that burned inside her.
‘I know. But I also know the first thing you’ll do is run straight to the police. Which is fine, once I’ve done what I came here to do. Until then, you’re staying here Angelica.’ Said Chloe.
I looked at her puzzled. ‘How do you know my name?’
Chloe giggles a little and for the first time I see genuine happiness on her face. ‘You’re still wearing your name tag. Anyway, just relax and look away. You won’t like what I’m going to do to him.’
Despite what she said, I looked towards the naked man. Thankfully He still seemed to be unconscious. Chloe left the room for about a minute or two. I could feel the horror rise up rapidly inside me as she returned with a large meat cleaver. I turn my head as she starts hacking into the mans torso with the blade. A blank wall has never looked so interesting.
It feels like an eternity, as I laid there listening to the sounds of murder. The stabbing, the chopping and the sound of blood splashing straight on to the floor. I turn back to face the scene again. This time Chloe makes a few decisive hits to the mans neck and then his head rolls to the floor. I should be sickened and horrified, and a part of me was, but there was a strange dark side of me that found it all very interesting.
It was strangely erotic to watch Chloe butcher her victim. The way her body moved with each stab and chop was like a symphony of violence that only her hot ass could pull off. I felt myself becoming wet with arousal.
‘I’m sorry you had to see that, and it wont be the last,’ said Chloe. She left the blade next to the dismembered torso as she walked over to me. ‘I promise you will be free. I have absolutely no intention of hurting you.’
I watched as she moved to stand over me. ‘Prove it,’ I said, defiantly.
A soft smile crossed Chloe’s lips and there was a strange sparkle in her eyes. A spark of joy I would have said. She lowered her head and in an instant she was kissing me. Closed lips at first, but as it got more passionate I opened my mouth to let her tongue in. Then came her hand, which slipped under my gas station t-shirt and found its way on to one of my breasts. My whole body flushed with excitement as she gently squeezed me.
Then it all stopped.
She removed her lips and her hand and left me gasping for more. ‘Is that proof enough?’ She asked, the smile returning to her face.
I was left almost speechless. The best I could do was nod my head like I was a dope fiend high on crack. ‘Yes,’ I said. The word seemed to escape from my throat instead of being spoken.
‘I’ll be back shortly. I need to get cleaning supplies,’ said Chloe and I watched as she left the room.
Chloe would eventually return with a shopping bag full of cleaning cloths and bleach. I watched as she took out a roll of black trash bags and snapped one off. She struggles to get the dead mans head into a bag.
‘Want some help?’ I asked, hoping to get closer to her.
Chloe stopped wrestling with an arm to turn and face me. ‘I’m not going to let you get involved in my problems. At least if I let you go, you can go to the police without worrying that they will implicate you in my crimes.’ She goes back to wrestling with the hand, but this time she remains facing in my direction.
‘May I ask why you are killing people?’ My voiced trembled a little. I wasn’t sure if she was going to take offense of my questions.
She finishes shoving the arm into the bag and ties it off. There is a moment of silence as she looked down at the ground. When she looked up at me again, there was a deep sorrow in her eyes. A pain that she had been dealing with for a very long time.
‘I’m not just randomly killing people. I’m making sure that bed men don’t get to hurt people anymore,’ she said, her voice was distant and I could see she was remembering a part of her life she wished never happened.
‘Did they hurt you?’ I asked, fully aware that my prodding could make me one of her next victims.
‘They kidnapped me from my home. And for years they used me as a sex toy. I got passed around like a party favor.’ She said, tears welling in her eyes. ‘I always told myself I would get revenge on them, and I am.’
My heart sinks for her, and my longing to be touched and held by her becomes even stronger. ‘Well, you’re doing the right thing.’
Chloe looks up at me with a surprised expression on her face. ‘You think I’m doing a good thing?’
‘Of course. The world doesn’t need nasty men like that. I’m glad you’re the one getting rid of them. I just wish you would let me help.’ I said, hopeful she would take me on. But her expression and stance stiffened.
‘Sorry, but it’s not going to happen. Please stop asking,’ she said, turning her back to me.
I watch her bag up the rest of her victim. She carries the bags out of sight and returns to wipe down the table. The room quickly fills with the smell of bleach and I want to gag. Its a scent that brings back my own bad memories.
‘I have one more to go and then I’ll set you free,’ said Chloe, giving the table one last wipe. Then she walked over to me, bent over my face and softly kissed me on the lips. There was no grabbing of the breast or clashing tongues this time. Just a simple, beautiful kiss that created a warm buzz inside me. ‘I should be back in an hour. I know exactly where he will be.’
There was no body when Chloe returned. Instead, She crashed into the room holding her shoulder. I could clearly see blood oozing from between her fingers. her beautiful face was a picture of pain and I could see beads of sweat running down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth.
‘Oh my god, what happened to you?’ I asked, pulling my hands out of the ropes that bound me and swinging my legs off the table.
Chloe’s pained expression turns to one of confusion. ‘How did you get free?’
I simply shrugged my shoulders. ‘A girl needs to go to the bathroom, so I set myself free.’
‘Why are you still here then? I won’t stop you from leaving.’ She said, grimacing in pain and squeezing her shoulder.
I walked over to her and took her head in my hands as gently as I could. ‘I stayed for you. Now let me help you.’ I said with a smile.
‘Fine, fine. You win. I think there is a first aid kit in the kitchen cupboard,’ said Chloe, finally submitting to my demand.
I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. She sat on the counter top watching me with those deep green eyes of hers. I searched the cupboards and finally found the first aid kit. To be honest, I didn’t have much of a clue how to fix her up. The closest I had came to using a first aid on anyone was when my coworker slipped on the gas station floor and scrapped her knee.
I was in new territory.
‘Take your shirt off,’ I said, sounding more confident than I felt.
Grimacing through the pain, Chloe was able to pull her shirt off and over her head, revealing a lean torso with beautiful pert breasts.
‘Do you know what you’re doing?’ She asked with a concerned voice.
I nodded my head while examining her wound. It was pretty bad, the bullet had punctured her skin but it hadn’t left an exit wound. That meant one of two things: one, the bullet was still stuck in the wound or two, the bullet had ricochet further into her body.
Opening the first aid box, I rooted around for a set of tweezers and quickly found them. I said nothing while I jammed the tweezers into her wound. I could feel a wave of relief wash over when I found the solid end of the bullet. I quickly pulled it out and dropped it on to the counter.
‘Good news, you’re not going to die. Bad news though, you’re not going to be able to drag around any bodies at least for a month or more,’ I said, fishing in the kit box for a square gauze plaster to use.
‘Damn it. I’m so close to finishing this once and for all,’ said Chloe, frustrated but her body was in too much pain to do anything about it.
Ripping the package open, I gently place the gauze plaster over the wound and make sure its sealed all around. Painkillers. She was going to need pain relief but there was nothing in the kit for that.
‘I told you I’ll help you. I’ve been down that road before myself with no help,’ I said, searching the kitchen cupboards and drawers.
‘You’ve killed people before?’ Chloe asked incredulously.
I nod my head again. ‘Yeah, I killed my father and uncle when I was fourteen. Blew them both to hell. The law tried to put me away for life, but the judge and the jury took sympathy on me when they found out the abuse I had suffered. I was sentenced to eight years.’
Chloe looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. She slipped off the counter top and took me in her arms. The soft kisses that landed on my cheek and lips were like being kissed by an angel. ‘I don’t even want to know what things they did to you. I don’t want you reliving that nightmare.’
A soft smile crossed my lips. I enjoyed the moment of being hugged tight. Then I started to kiss her on the lips, but only for a moment before moving down to her chin, then her neck and further down until my mouth was cupped over her hard nipple. The soft groan she lets out is like music to my ears. I grow damp between the legs as my own arousal starts to kick in.
Then, suddenly, Chloe puts a palm on my forehead and pushes me away from her breast.
‘Lets take this to the bedroom,’ she said with a broad smile.
I could see the spark of lust and mischief in her eyes. She took me by the hand and guided me out of the kitchen, down a short hallway and into the bedroom. It wasn’t much to look at, but the bed was clean and that was all that mattered to me.
Chloe struggled with her jeans so I helped her step out of them. I also had the wonderful job of pulling down her panties. Being that close to her and smelling her sex sent me wild. I quickly got undressed and then my arms were wrapped around her. Our breasts crushed together as we kissed with the same kind of passion as we had done earlier that day.
She pushed me back a little so she could grab my breasts. She squeezed, kneaded and rubbed at my swollen nipples, making me feel like I was dripping wet. I traced her curves with my hands. Then I slipped one of my hands between her legs. She was as wet as me, and I couldn’t help but try and finger her. Her whole body shuddered as I slipped inside her.
‘Lie down,’ I said, sucking her juices off my fingers.
Using just her good arm, Chloe was able to sit down and then stretch out on the bed. I wasted no time and climbed on top of her. I kissed all the way down her stomach and past the thatch of pubic hair. She moaned and groaned as my tongue slid up and down her swollen opening before going straight for her clit. I eased a couple of fingers in and out of her as I licked and sucked on her clit.
Her body writhed and wriggled under me. The longer I kept licking and sucking, the more vocal she would become until she had to gag herself with her good arm. Then she started to buck wildly and seconds after that she thrust her hips towards my face. The taste of her juices was electrifying to me and my body was feeling that familiar building of excitement, like the kind you get when a lover places their hand on your thigh.
‘Oh my fuckin’ God!’ Chloe cried out, and then her body fell back on to the bed. I collapsed next to her, satisfied that I had completed my mission to make her come.
‘I could use a smoke right now,’ I said, wiping my mouth.
‘What are you talking about? We’re not done yet,’ said Chloe and then she rolled over on to me.
Her mouth attacked my body with gentle precision, making me squirm with delight. Her touch alone is enough to make all the nerves in my body come alive with excitement. So much so, that by the time she finds her way between my legs, I’m already close to coming. All of the excitement and pleasure starts to create a warm kind of pressure in my stomach, just below my navel.
Although I was most certainly enjoying myself, I did wonder why she wasn’t using her fingers. It took a second or two for me to remember that she had been shot in the right shoulder and she was obviously right handed. She needed her free arm to support herself.
Chloe’s tongue is like the stuff of legends. It licks against my clit with enough force to send me over the edge. Before I can do or say anything else, the pressure in my stomach gives way to an explosion of pleasure that came in waves. I could feel my whole body hum with delight.
Exhausted, she climbs off me and flops to my side. Her leg drapes over mine in a possessive way. A thought occurs to me as I regain some of my composure.
‘You didn’t kidnap me because you thought I was someone else, did you?’ I asked, turning to her and smiling.
I was glad to see that she smiled back.
‘I fell in love with you when I first saw you at the gas station. I kept coming back to see you,’ said Chloe, there was a note of sadness in her voice. ‘I will understand if you want to leave. I wont force you to stay.’
I turn to her, gently pull her head closer to mine and kiss her on those beautiful pink lips. ‘Babe, I’m just grateful I got kidnapped by a beautiful woman.’
We both shared a laugh and then the mood turned serious again.
‘Are you sure you want to be with me?’ Asked Chloe, and I could see the anticipation of rejection on her face.
‘Babe, I’ll be with you until the end of time,’ I said, hoping it would be enough to sooth her fears.
She cuddled into me, kissed me one last time and then fell a sleep. I lay awake for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of our love making, before I too fell a sleep.
It took just over a month for Chloe’s wound to heal. During that time I would go back to work like nothing had happened. But once my shift was over, I would bring food and drinks back to the hideout where we would make love and enjoy each others company. I haven’t felt that alive in a long time.
One night, after sex, Chloe turned to me. ‘I don’t think I’m going to go after the last one,’ she said thoughtfully.
‘What about your plan. You’ve came this far, why not finish it?’ I asked, playing with her black hair.
‘I’m afraid I’ll get caught, and I cant bare the thought of losing you,’ she said, which made my heart swell with even deeper feelings for her.
‘We both know you’ll never feel right until you get that last one. I’ll help you,’ I said.
‘Okay, but this last one I want to be quick. No messing around, no butchering them. I just want it over and done with.’ Said Chloe with a sigh. I understood her frustration and I also understood why she just wanted to get it over with. Sometimes revenge becomes so drawn out that you forget why you were seeking it in the first place.
‘Okay, so how are we going to pull it off?’ I asked.
It took a couple of hours to brainstorm ideas but eventually we settled on a good one. One that could be made to look like an accident. Chris Ramsey was the last victim on the list, and dear old Chris liked to drive around in his beat up old Toyota truck. The problem with old cars is that their brake lines become frayed and leak brake fluid. We were simply going to speed things up a little.
It didn’t take much time at all to put the plan into action. In fact, we spent most of the time – around half the day – trying to locate his truck. But we eventually found it at one of his favorite haunts: The Old Town Bar. I parked next to the truck so no one could see what Chloe was up to underneath it.
‘Okay, let’s go,’ said Chloe, climbing back into my little car. She quickly pulled off the rubber gloves she had been wearing.
‘Is there anything you need to do, or any place you need to go before we leave the city?’ I asked, smiling at her.
She shook her head no. ‘Nah, I don’t want to be in this city ever again.’
And with that, I drove us to the freeway and we started heading south. We had no idea where we were going to settle down, but we both understood it couldn’t be in this city. There was just too much that could come back to haunt us.
As for dear old Chris, he would drive his truck straight into a busy intersection drunk as a skunk. In reality we didn’t need to do anything. The other, bigger trucks that crashed into his made mince meat out of him. According to the news report it took an hour to free him from his old Toyota, well what was left of him anyway.
Needless to say me and Chloe are looking forward to a brighter future together.
THE END