Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She felt her orgasm start to build, and he had barely touched her. There was no controlling it, and she tried to keep in control, to think of something awful, but nothing was going to stop her orgasm.
He pushed her right to the edge, and she flew over, screaming his name, and coming hard as she did so.
Willow didn’t want to hold back. Over the years, she had given herself plenty of orgasms. Always by her own hand, and none of them had ever felt quite as powerful as the one she had with Cyrus.
Chapter Five
Luke Smith’s house looked completely normal on the outside.
Cyrus and Daniel, along with Hank, were the ones that had volunteered to go to his property. He lived on a quiet street. It was past eight-thirty by the time they arrived. There were not a lot of cars in the driveways, and there were a few kids on the way to school.
“Anyone else feeling like this is creepy as fuck?” Hank asked.
Cyrus nodded his head, and Daniel had Luke’s keys, so they made their way to his house and let themselves in.
Once inside, Cyrus pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Daniel had already been driving in his, and Hank also quickly pulled on a pair.
They closed the main door. The house smelled like any other house.
“Is it me that thinks houses with men who steal young women should smell differently?” Cyrus asked.
“Come on, let’s see if this is his first time doing this,” Daniel said.
“You think this is his first time?” Hank asked.
“It could be.”
Cyrus wrinkled his nose. “Nah, I don’t think it is. The man looked too confident.”
“Do you think he takes women regularly?” Hank asked.
“Guys, just focus. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”
Cyrus moved from room to room. He had a small dining room, kitchen, and a study. There was nothing out of place. The home was nice and neat. He doubled back and made his way to the kitchen, then he stood staring at the three doors that all seemed aligned together. One was the back door leading out into the garden. The other was a small pantry. There were several locks on the middle door, which made it stand out. He stood staring at it and started to unlock each one. As he did so, Hank joined him.
“Yeah, that shit isn’t spooky at all.”
There was no sign of Daniel. The door opened outward, and there was a light switch, which Cyrus flicked on. There was a glow from what looked like a basement.
“Fucking weird,” Hank said.
Cyrus took the lead and made his way downstairs, and as he did, he knew Luke had done this before.
The basement was a makeshift prison. There was a bed in the corner. The window had been blackened, but there were pieces of furniture lined up on shelves, and he saw them labeled, “Rewards.”
“Holy fuck,” Hank said.
There was a board with a single line down the middle. It was split into two categories—Good Girls and Bad Girls. There was a picture on each board.
“Yeah, this piece of shit has done this before,” Cyrus said.
“And he documents this shit,” Daniel said, coming down, carrying several notebooks and what appeared to be photograph albums.
Cyrus had a feeling he didn’t want to see what was in either of those damn books, but he had no choice, so he took them from Daniel, and sure enough, it was fucking disgusting. Luke liked to play with these underage girls, take explicit pictures, treat them like toys for his own amusement.
“Okay, so he has clearly killed a couple of girls. There is no way he is going to let this shit go,” Cyrus said.
“What do we do?” Hank asked. “We kill him, and he doesn’t come back here, they’re going to find it. What do we do?”
“Do you think he’s got a killer instinct?” Daniel asked.
“The dude is fucking sick,” Cyrus said.
“Yeah, there is no denying that, but what if these girls are still alive?” Daniel asked. “He punishes them, but what if he is building himself a harem?”
“A harem of non-consenting women?” Hank asked.
Daniel shrugged. “I don’t know. Something just doesn’t feel right. He plays with them, but there are no weapons on display. Nothing to make them afraid. They have rewards. I don’t think he has killed them, but where are they?”
“He’s the only one with the answers,” Cyrus said. “Why did he have to come through our fucking town?” Now he was pissed off because they were not looking for trouble. What they didn’t like was men or women coming to their town to cause trouble. This was different. There was no way they were just going to allow a helpless woman to be hurt. None of them would be able to live with themselves, even if she wasn’t a local. That shit didn’t slide with any of them.