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Ding Dong!
Oh good, the pizza was here. Yes, I could have gone down the hall and compiled one, and yes, they used delivery drones nowadays, but nothing reminded me of my past exploits quite like ordering a pizza. I mean, I hadn’t used that method in a while, but really those early days were just… something else. Back when I was new to the hunt, when there was the chance I would get caught constantly around the corner, back when success sent unfamiliar adrenaline rushing through my veins. Obviously my later work was way better, but there was something undeniably exciting about my amateur days.
I opened the door to pick up my pizza… and was surprised to see a delivery girl holding the thing out towards me. Slowly, my shock gave way to delight, and I felt my features contort into a devious grin. What a wonderful surprise this was. She was cute. About my height, skinny, nice dark curls, plus a face that looked like it was made for pouting. A perfect delivery. Girl. Ha. Yes, this was lovely. Ideal, even. I hadn’t used this method in a while but… what the hell, why not have a bit of fun?
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Because then I’d definitely get caught??? The affini were surveillance freaks!!!
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True, but I was probably screwed anyways. Why not make one last work of art, a closing statement? End where I began, full circle shit, pretentious painter style. Last ride style, more like. Yeah, I liked that.
“Um… do you want the pizza or…” The cute girl in the mouthwatering red uniform trailed off as I shifted my gaze to make eye contact with her.
“Just admiring the view,” I replied, noting the slight blush forming on her face. How I loved easy prey. “Didn’t think there were still delivery girls around.”
“Oh! Well, I just like it, so…” Once again the smolder in my eyes silenced her. “Do you prefer drones or…?”
The answer seemed obvious to me, but hey, I liked them dense, so no reason to complain. I could spell it out. “Not at all.”
The delivery girl shifted, clearly quite flustered by my bluntness and still holding the pizza. I let my gaze flick down to it, then quickly returned to capturing the delivery girl’s eyes.
“Large is bigger than I remembered.” I lied, “Probably can’t finish it all alone, and it’s best fresh.”
“Ah, well,” the delivery girl stammered, “Maybe you could share it with someone?”
Slowly, deliberately, but without breaking eye contact, I moved to take the pizza, letting my hands fully cover the delivery girl’s.
“Maybe I could.”
The girl’s gay panic attack was on full display, her face beet-red and her eyes frantically flicking between my face (lingering on my lips, adorable!) and our still-touching hands. I clearly had her fully ensnared, and if all went well, she wouldn’t be leaving my apartment tonight, but I needed her direct consent to go further. I wasn’t some kind of monster!
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Well, not that kind of monster…
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Fair enough.
Back to the delivery girl.
I clicked my tongue, drawing her attention back to my face. My lips, then my eyes. “Nod if you want this.”
A moment’s hesitation, then she nodded. More properly grasping her hands, I pulled the girl inside my apartment and shut the door, tossing the pizza to the table to promptly forget about it until my time with this girl was through. It could be a nice victory lap. Fuck freshness.
“I’m—” the girl started to say, before I silenced her by pressing my lips against hers, hard. Her eyes shot wide open, but after a moment, she closed them and leaned into the kiss, letting me take complete control. After a minute of exploring her mouth, I detached myself and grinned.
“I’m—” she tried again, but I put a finger to her lips.
“Shhh. No more talking, ‘kay?” I let the command be gentle, testing the waters. She hesitated, but nodded. Good. She was cute and all, but I didn’t need to know her name. This was a one-night thing, after all.
Making out with her once again, I grabbed the girl by the ass and hummed approvingly as she hopped up and wrapped her legs around me. Not a total amateur, then. I moved us to the nearby couch and dropped her down onto it inelegantly before straddling her. I smirked and licked my lips. Tonight would be fun.
***
The delivery girl whined as I detached myself from her arms and got up from the couch, prompting a chuckle to leave my lips. I slipped my panties and t-shirt back on, smiling down at the glowing angel sleepily squirming on my couch. Yeah, she wasn’t leaving tonight. She looked so beautiful like this. Humming to myself, I walked to the kitchen, flipped open the pizza box, and, after wrestling a slice from the whole, finally took a bite of dinner. Eh, cold, but not bad. Cheese wasn’t completely congealed, at least. It was pretty stuck, though, so maybe the slices need some fresh cuts. I grabbed a large kitchen knife from the block, then heard more whining coming from the living room. That girl was so needy, couldn’t even wait her turn!
I made my way back over to the couch, still holding the knife, and saw the delivery girl’s eyes settle on it.
“What’s that for?” She asked, a smidgen of fear hiding behind her eyes. I tittered at that.
“I’m going to kill you, of course~” I straddled her again and she visibly relaxed, even snorting a little.
“That’s a terrible joke.” She said, “And if you’re going for fearplay, you have to be wayyy more convincing.”
I stroked her cheeks with the flat of the knife. “I’m sure I can convince you.” I purred. “I’m good with knives, I loveee playing with them.” I put the knife to her throat, not quite hard enough to draw blood. The submissive girl merely cocked an eyebrow at me, evidently having found her bratty side. In response, I shrugged. “Okay, get ready to be convinced.”
Dramatically, I raised the knife over her chest, doing a quick scan of her bare flesh. The hickeys and bruises I left on her neck would look nice with a few cuts next to them. Of course, the more blood, the better. Maybe I would carve something into her?
I slammed the knife down hard into her ribcage. She gave a sudden panicked gasp and a wheeze as a deranged smile painted itself across my features. Oh her eyes were absolutely gorgeous this wide, this stunned, this afraid. It would be such a delight to watch as they slowly dulled into nothingness. My first kill in months… and probably my last ever. She was pretty. I was happy to go out on this note. No. Not happy. But satisfied.
I wrenched the knife from her and her hands weakly went to the wound. I stroked her cheeks with the knife again, this time smearing her blood all over her face. Fuck, that was hot. I couldn’t think of anything more attractive than a girl absolutely covered in blood, particularly her own. Unfortunately, my victims never seemed very eager for another round after I stabbed them. If they did… fuck. That would be a night.
“Well,” I cracked my neck, then repositioned the knife. “It’s been real.”
The delivery girl just stared at me, some unidentifiable and probably unnecessary emotion shining within her eyes. … Huh. Where had all that fear gone? I guess I was being kind of lazy, but she was still about to die. Usually there was some pleading, at least, sometimes it was even verbal, and rarely, it was intelligible. But nothing. Silence. Just staring at me. It wasn’t unsettling. It wasn’t even unsatisfying, per se. There was something there, some strange glimmer that almost reminded me of something I couldn’t quite grasp, something that wouldn’t quite let my usual excitement die, even if normally circumstances like this would make short work of it.
Was it acceptance? That happened sometimes, though I only had seen it once or twice before. It didn’t seem like it. There was calm in her, certainly, but not that same ‘made peace with death’ kind of calm. Plus, her breathing sounded too labored, even for someone wounded as she was. People who accepted death tended to breathe softly and slowly, as though they were trying to make their own exit from life. No, the delivery girl’s breathing was heavy, erratic. So what could it be?
I realized at that moment I had just been staring right back at this girl with a knife raised above her, not moving at all for what was potentially minutes now. And right after I had done a kill phrase! This was no time for curiosity! I rolled my shoulders back and hardened my gaze and my heart. Whatever that mystery thing in her eyes was didn’t matter. All that mattered was the hunt.
Hm…
I lowered the knife down to her neck, like I first had it when she thought this was just a game. This time I pressed just enough for a rivulet of blood to form. Yeah. A nice big cut here. Perfect.
As I was about to press down and slash, finally ending this whole affair, I felt a soft sting on the side of my neck.
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Oh.
Fuck.
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The knife was taken from my hands as the world began to fade to black. I felt vines already wrapping around me, lifting me off my prey, so close to death and yet blasphemously still drawing breath. Before everything faded, I got one last look into her eyes, and finally, finally recognized what I saw in them. The same thing I saw whenever I looked into a mirror. Madness.