It's been a week, since I left that drury little town called Sulix. A town with only five thousand people, is no place for a hunting ground. I'm not sure if daddy wouldn't leave, because of her. Or if he was just drawn to his home. All I know, is that that hell hole, deserves to burn to the ground. To bad I couldn't light every house on fire, as I left it in the dust.

"Hi." A man looking to be in his twenty's smiled, sultry, in his tone. His blue eyes scanned my bare legs, while he leaned against the bar.

I slowly and seductively turned my body towards him. Spreading my legs, to show exactly were I want him. Causing his eyes, to lustfully, drink me in.

"Hi." I whispered, placing my hands between my legs, leaning forward. The blue's of his eyes, did exactly what I wanted, checking out my cleavage. He was a pretty boy, well a fuck boy. With an earring dangling from his left side. The top of his hair had perky blond curls, that bounced and swayed, with his movements. He was my fix.

With a bite of my lower lip, I silently pleaded for him. "Take me home, with you."

His eyes grew hungry, and I felt giddy. He was going to be my first real kill, the one I will always remember. The one soul, that will always be in my dreams.

He grabbed my wrist tugging me forward, without a word being spoken. We left the bar, leaving my Jeep. It was a good thing, because this was a dive bar, and I needed to ditch the vehicle. He pulled me to his, sports car, painted in red. Giving me a chill, of pleasure. Jame's car was red, and instantly my mind remembered the kill. Pure bliss, rush though my body, making me pulse alive.

Fuck boy, sat in his car, and I followed, what a gentleman. I let him start driving, but my body was buzzing. Not wanting to wait, I started running my hand up his inner thigh. My fingers firmly wrapping around his package, causing him to growl. Throwing my seat belt to the side, I got on my knees, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled on the zipper, and took him into my hand, freeing his erection.

No wonder he was a fuck boy, his dick, was thick and girthy. He eyes glanced down, seeing what I'm about to do. When he bit his bottom lip, looking back to the road, I started my teasing. Stroking his dick to make it even harder, I leaned down taking him into my mouth. My lips brushing the sides of his dick, lubing him for a smooth, entry. 'Humm's' and soft moans left his lips, the deeper I pushed him down my throat. The best part for him, I didn't have a gag reflux. So nothing was stoping me from, calming all of him.

I felt the car, start to slow, when I popped my head up. Causing a growl to leave his thought, he's an animal, and I loved that. "Don't stop." I told him, beginning to bob my head up and down his shaft. I felt the throttle kick into high gear, speeding down the streets. By my command he new, I would stop if he did.

The moment he parked the car, my body, was yanked, from my seat. He placed me on his lap thrusting upward as to grind on me. I crashed my lips to his, kissing with desire, enjoying the fullness of his lips upon mine. He hands explored wildly against my skin, as if he can't get enough of my body.

"Let's go inside." He said breathless, braking out kiss. He lived in an apartment, it wasn't ideal, but it will do just fine.

He opened the door, and I stepped out, waiting for him to cover his dick, and join me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me, to his room. Not a soul was in sight, not a camera, not a witness. Giving me a rush of pleasure, as he opened his apartment door. I pushed him in slamming him against the wall. Attacking him, undressing him, kissing him, sucking my way down to his dick.

His growls were more farel, becoming louder, my aggression matching his own. I wanted him, needed him, craved him. Stripping my shirt, he grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me from his erection. My head firmly tilted up, at he fuck boys intense gaze. His finger tips pressed into the sides of my throat, cutting of my blood flow. He was a kink, fuck boy, who was just my type. Wild and ruff, but he could never replace, him.

Fuck boy, pushed my body against the floor, waisting no time, striping me of my jean shorts. Leaving me bare to his next assault. With hunger in his eyes and a smirk upon his lips, he forcefully spread my legs. His arm stretched out, still holding my throat hostage. In one swift movement, his pants came down just enough, to slide his dick, in my sweet spot.

A loud moan left my lips, his thrusts unforgiving, giving more pleasure than I could of imagined.

When a searing burning pain, shot across my shoulder. The cold floor, doing nothing to ease its burn, I winced, with his ever thrust. I whimpered, making him go faster.

The tattoo.

The protection tattoo Rose, idiotically places on her shoulder.

It was searing as if a brand, was placed upon my skin. The pain, both hurting but causing deep pleasure, throbbing in my core. Nearing my high, I clenched around his dick, firmly, securing my knees against his hips. Taking my hand, I pushed the center of his locked elbow, holding my neck.

His upper body gave way, falling to the side, giving me the leverage to mount him. In one swift move, I became the dominant, the starving animal, the wild beast. Forcing myself upon his girth, finding the right speed, to give myself, exactly what I wanted.

His hands molded my breast, his fingers pinched my nipples. It was almost a shame, he was so good, so talented. Giving my body, what it needed in exactly the right moment. A bliss filled ecstasy, crashed upon my body, wave after wave, pulsed through my core.

Without a care for his finish, I stood leaving his groin. His eyes watching me intensely, shifting from list to agitation. I grabbed my shorts, stoping into them, wiggling them past my hips.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his baritone voice, heavy with need. He stood, walking towards me, aggression in every step. The grip on my wrist felt bruising, but I've had worse. Now he was, angry, his ears fuming red, realizing, I wasn't going to give him his release.

"What I always do." I told him, my voice austere and off-putting.

Taking the pocket blade from my shorts, I slit his throat, causing a small amount of blood splatter. The sprinkles of death, speckled my skin. Giving me pleasure, better than any orgasm, I have ever received. The fuck boy, clutched his throat, the blood, staining his skin. His body, kneeled to the floor before me, unable to hold his weight. His blue eyes pleading for help, his mouth agape, looking up at me. The queen of death, the dark rose, the humming bird killer.

Tell his body thudded to the floor, going limp, bleeding. I took a quick sniff of the air. Enjoying the aroma of death and sex, flooding the apartment. His naked corpse, now surrounded by blood. I pulled a baggy out of my purse, filled with black rose petals. Littering his dead body, with my calling card.

Grabbing my things, I looked down at his dead body, examining him. His cross dangle earring, black as night, stood out from his flesh. I took it from his ear, placing it in my own. A souvenir to always remember, the thrill, the blood, the kill. Taking his car keys from his jean pocket, I left his corpse, driving back to the bar. It was past two in the morning, only a few cars were still parked over night. Quickly, unlocking my jeeps hatch, I snatched my go bag. Tossing the keys in the driver seat, allowing anyone to steal it. I left town in fuck boys sports car, enjoying the power under my grip.

Now to the real point, where O' where has my father gone?

Lucuas, had the go plans, but I killed him and by now the cops should know. I hope Randy, sees my next victim, I hope he comes searching for his sweet little Rose.

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Well I hope I wrote the start of a good serial killer. 🤞 It was her first kill on her own, away from home. The violence will evolve just like every serial kills MO. The more confident they get the harder they are to catch.

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