Broken Memories

Chapter 7


 
 

Author's Note: Just be forewarned that this is very graphic in nature and I apologize if I offend anyone.

 

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Debbie was just heading out when the phone rang in the diner. Turning her back she just missed seeing him watching her. He’d been waiting outside in the fucking snow for hours now for her to get off work. He was beginning to lose his patience with her. Didn’t she know that he hated to be kept waiting? That’s why he’d quit the police force a year ago. He hated just sitting around waiting for shit to happen, he needed action.

He waited in the shadows as she put on her coat and gloves. He heard her yell to someone and then she was heading for the door. His heart started pounding and his blood was rushing so loud he could hear it. It was just a matter of seconds before he’d have her. As soon as she stepped out of the door he began to follow her. She walked slowly to her car oblivious to anyone around her. This was going to be easier than he thought.

Looking around he made sure they were alone and then he silently stepped closer and covered her mouth with his hand whispering in her ear as he did, “Don’t scream and don’t fight me and you’ll be okay. I promise.”

She shook her head, but he could feel her tensing up and he knew that she was going to fight. He dragged her across the street and into the deserted park. He’d found the perfect spot two days ago. It was down by the water, hidden behind some trees and there were no lights to fuck it all up. Pulling the zip cuffs out of his back pocket he secured her arms behind her back and then gagged her. Pushing her down to the ground, he stepped in front of her and thrilled at the recognition that shone in her eyes. He knew that after he told her what he was about to do she’d love him enough to want to stay with him forever.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I just want you to know that I love you.” He waited for her to try to speak and was slightly shocked when she just sat looking up at him. This was going to be easier than he’d ever imagined, he thought, right before she kicked him square in the balls bringing him to his knees on the ground beside her.

 

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Debbie’s instincts told her to scream when she felt the hand over her mouth, but she could hear Carl’s voice telling her not to struggle, to just go limp. So she did and then he was dragging her across the street and into some bushes. She knew that every second she spent there was one second closer to death, but she didn’t struggle when he tied her up and put a ball gag in her mouth. It was only when he stepped in front of her that she recognized him. He’d been in the diner a few times and they’d always chatted, but she’d never learned his name and she’d always thought he was a bit strange.

She knew that she had to do something soon or she’d be dead, so she waited until he started talking and then kicked him right in his nuts. He hit the ground and she struggled to get up. She’d made it to her feet and was running when she felt him reach out and grab her ankle. Falling, she just couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that he’d just told her he didn’t want to hurt her. She recalled him telling her once in the diner that he’d been engaged once in college, but that the woman had left him.

She struggled to breathe as she lay there waiting for him to make his next move. It didn’t take long. Before she knew what was happening he’d ripped open her shirt and was standing above her whacking off with one hand, as he pinched the nipple of her right breast with the other. Once again she brought a knee up and it landed securely on his exposed genitals. He cursed her and slapped her hard.

She was trying to figure out how to get help when she saw the glint of the knife. It was cold when he pressed it to her throat and laughed.

“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?” he gloated as he pressed it harder until a trickle of blood started to appear. “You’re just like her, aren’t you? You say you like men, but then when it comes time to put out you start crying that you’re a fucking dyke. Guess what, you aren’t getting out of it. You’ll enjoy a big fat cock tonight, you fucking whore.”

He tore the button from her pants and yanked them down. With the knife still at her throat, he pushed himself inside of her, thrusting hard, enjoying the sound of her muffled crying. It only enhanced the pleasure for him, causing him to cum quicker than he would’ve liked. Pulling out of her he punched her hard in the face, screaming at her in anger.

“You fucking cunt whore, look what you did. You made me cum so fast that I didn’t even get to enjoy it. So now you’re going to suck me off and you’re not going to try to scream because If you do I’m going to drive this knife into the back of your neck, so that you can’t breathe and you’ll suffer before finally dying face down in the mud.”

He pulled the ball gag from her mouth and replaced it with his soft cock. He held onto the back of her head and started to thrust so hard that she began to choke from the vomit that forced its way up. Just as he was about to cum again, she bit down hard on the shaft of his dick and sent him reeling.

The last thing Debbie ever saw was his face twisted in rage as he slit her throat in one quick slice. Her last thought was that she loved Carl and Michael.

While she was gasping her last breath he was lubing himself up with her blood before entering her once more. He continued to rape her anally long after she was dead. When he was finished he tossed her aside and went to the small duck pond to wipe the blood off his hands. Leaving his cock still covered in her blood, he headed home.

He whistled as he walked back towards his car, not paying any attention to the men pouring out of the diner.

It was Hunter who commented to his friends on the wierdo whistling as he walked. It would be months before Hunter realized that he’d watched Debbie’s murderer on his way home with a souvenir in his coat pocket, after brutally attacking her just feet from where he’d been hanging out.
 

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