A/N The TV drama this fanfic is based on has images that shock, revolt yet entice and lure viewers into the moral paradox. *Trigger warning* Moral ambiguity, sexual and violent content, read on at your own discretion... AS xoxo

Katie lies stark naked and motionless against fluffy pillows.  She's under a lilac patterned duvet, her breathing, body temperature and heart beat decreasing.

When high pitched ringing penetrates the opaque silence of her bedroom, Katie's brain that's emitting theta waves switches back to alpha waves.  Heavy eyelids and dark lashes flutter open to reveal soft brown eyes. Sitting up, she taps the laptop screen to accept Paul's incoming Skype call.

"Have you had a good evening?"   The deep timbres of Paul's husky voice makes Katie's heart skip a beat.  She could listen and watch Paul for hours.

"Yes. How was your evening?"  She mutes the excitement building inside of her.

"Illuminating," he says conspiratorially.  "How did you find taunting the police?"

The hair on Katie's arms rise and goose bumps bubble on her skin.  She recalls pushing the refuse bin against the garden wall, hoisting herself on it then scrambling over to the other side. She felt around under a pale clay flower pot for the back door key.   In the house, Katie's hand was shaking so hard the flash from her torch cast dancing shadows on the walls inside the familiar house that was oddly deserted.  Haunted.

"I find taunting the Police thrilling.  An adrenaline rush. Instead of reading about a crime I was actually there, breathing the same air. Walking in your killer footsteps." She's frightened and intoxicated, all at the same time.

"My portrait on your t-shirt was an interesting twist to the selfie you texted."

"Do you believe me now?   I can be anyone I choose to be,"  Katie pouts like she had in the selfie. She slides down the duvet to reveal full perky breasts.   She smiles watching his sharp intake of breath.  She's making him notice her sexually by tapping into his nightmare fantasies.

"I think I know why you weren't impressed with the statement I made to the police.  You don't want me to get into trouble."

"Wishful thinking," Paul quizzically raised an eyebrow.

"You gave me an unregistered mobile and made me use an unverified chat account so no one would know it was me.   What I couldn't work out is how my emailing Stella Gibson a copy of 'The Nightmare' is fucking with her mind and investigation?"

"You don't need to know."

"OK then," she pretends acquiescence, "For breaking in and distracting Stella, I deserve a reward."

"What did you have in mind?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Nothing," Paul smirks.

"Prove it," she challenges.

With a steely expression, Paul pulls off the bed clothes exposing wisps of soft dark curls just under his neck, deep coloured man nipples, muscular chest that narrows at his hips. Dark curly hair just above a semi erection.

Spellbound, Katie lets her gazed wander over the contours of the lithe body that ignites her lust. Paul moves with the grace of a black panther, but is cold blooded when hunting in the night, squeezing life out of women he chooses to possess and turn into his private works of art.

Watching his cock enlarge in length and width quickens Katie's breath. Her tongue darts out moistening her lips. She positions her laptop so Paul can gaze at every inch of her sixteen year old body that's brimming with youthful passion.

Katie smiles alluringly. "Do you think Stella appreciates the passion and sexuality of the painting?"

Paul thinks back to Stella's journals. The loss of her father has left a gaping hole in her life. She fills it by hunting men like him. He understands that loss having been similarly scarred by the death of his mother.

For Stella's sociology degree, she studied the Musuo women of China, who select their sexual partners for 'sweet nights'. It explained her proposing to married colleague James Olson soon after meeting him. Stella's nightmares about him led to Rose Stagg being identified. After a long pause, Paul replies, "Stella's a woman who dispassionately takes sexual pleasure and dismisses her partner."

"Do you say that because that's what you do?"

"I could never forget a woman that gave me the ultimate pleasure of escaping the pain and suffering of this world."

"Did you have me send her the painting because you find life to be a kind of nightmare?"

"She's having nightmares."

"When Olivia had nightmares about a woman in the attic you moved the mannequin that haunted her," retorts Katie. The penny drops. The painting is like 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. Letting Stella know that he features in her nightmares keeps her fears ever present and affect her concentration. It is Paul's way of messing with Stella's mind.

"When you were talking about her white silk blouse being open at a press conference, you touched my breasts in the restaurant. When I put my feet on your crotch under the table, you were hard. Your cock is getting hard again."

Paul glances down and sees his cock is indeed rock hard and upright. His erection is long, thick and lined with throbbing veins. "Remember I told you, other people's pain gives me pleasure."

"I stripped for you but you weren't turned on. Tonight is different. I had a role in your fantasy that's what turns you on isn't it?"

Paul nods with surprise.

"I've known your dirty little secret for while. They can't nail you without proof, so tonight I got it."

"What could you possibly find out about me," he chuckles derisively. Katie is getting close, uncomfortably close.

"Wank your big cock for me and I'll tell you." Katie's eyes are glued to the laptop screen. Holding her breath, she watches Paul apply baby oil to his hand then, slowly rub it all over every inch of his enormous erection and balls. He lets her see him slowly rub up and down his thick length.

"Intentionally tripping the silent alarm at the crime scene was the diversion to keep Stella busy with the break in and away from her hotel room longer while you did what you had to. You need someone to watch your back."

"Will you ever stop inserting yourself into my private affairs?"

"Tying me up and strangling me hasn't stopped me yet," she teases. "Did you know Stella was making out with a woman at the hotel bar, while you were going through her clothes, going through her personal notes, high on adrenaline rubbing your cock on the bed she fucks on and setting 'The Nightmare' as her screensaver?"

"How do you know that..."

"I have my methods," she smiles imperceptibly. Like a magician she plans to keep the involvement of two friends that shot video footage of him and Stella that night a closely guarded secret. Paul's hand is moving up and down his cock giving her a good view of his slow pleasurable wank. Pre-cum glistens at the tip. "I want you to need me physically too."

"Are you that desperate for your first fuck Katie?"

"I'm up front about what I want. Like when you tied my hands to the head board in your hotel with my school tie. You squeezed my neck, robbing me of breath and used my tights to tie my feet on either side of my bed."

"If curiosity and the cat story didn't teach you anything, you should be spanked for impertinence," Paul didn't hide his exasperation with the persistent baby sitter.

"Are you hard because you're thinking of spanking me in my school uniform, air play while you fuck me senseless," she taunts.

Paul's breathing spikes as he masturbates faster.

"Leaving the police station, I heard them say, you are their prime suspect. That you're addicted to strangling women. Deciding who lives and who dies. Do you have a big hard on when you are on top of the women struggling for their last breath?"

"Open your legs wider. Instead of asking me, you should find out for yourself."

Katie lets Paul see her rubbing her engorged clit, wetness dripping towards her derrière.

Strangely, Katie envies what Paul does to the other women. "Fuck me, put your strong hands all over my body, my neck and cum all over me," turned on watching Paul wanking his cock. Katie feels the first stirrings of the sweetest yet most violent orgasm. "Oh God, I'm cuming," she exclaims breathlessly.

A handful of strokes later, Paul groans. Katie sees thick spurts of cream erupt out of him. She watches him breathlessly with wonder. She wants to be possessed by him in every possible way.

As their breathing calmed, Paul spoke gruffly, "You have an overactive fantasy life Katie. Get back to sleep. Forget we ever had this conversation."

"What conversation," she smiles conspiratorially.

He nods gravely at her through the screen and terminates the call. Getting out of bed and stretching for a physical workout, Paul resolves to silence the irrepressible teenager once and for all. Talking to Katie has sharpened his appetite is sharpened for another victim. He could of course kill two birds with one stone.

Oblivious to Paul's train of thought, Katie slumps back onto the pillows breathless, one hand outstretched and overhanging her double bed as the darkness of sleep overcomes her once more...

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May, 20, 2016