TEASER! -- Prologue from The Killing Secret

Sometime in the future…

Blood spills onto the concrete floor as I drag my blade across velvet skin, its sharp edge gliding perfectly through the sinew along her abdomen. The sight of watching the girl strapped to the stainless steel being slowly spliced open makes my cock jump. It reminds me of another time, of another place with the girl I’m really after. How her screams echoed through the cabin and made me thirsty for more.

Conversely, these screams are much more irritating. But, it’s a necessary evil to get the desired effect. Even now, she’s mewling like a damn pussycat, begging for me to stop.

“P-please stop…I’ll t-tell you whatever you want,” she blubbers, snot bubbling from her nose as she looks up at me. But she can’t see my face yet. I wanted to make sure the last thing she saw was the one thing she thought she could taunt me with.

I pull the Slayer mask up and lean over her withering body. We lock gazes, and tears prick at the edges of her eyes.

Reeling back, my hand cracks across her face, leaving a plump, pink mark on her cheek. She screams again, but it quickly turns into a sniveling whimper. I return the mask to its rightful place and continue with my process.

Fucking pathetic.

“All that bravado before, and now this?” I scoff, walking around the table she’s strapped to. My knife slowly scrapes against the metal surface as I go to pick up the blow torch resting on the opposite end. Flicking the power button on, I heat the tip of my knife, admiring as it quickly changes from silver, to orange, to a deep red. “At least have some level of decorum before you die.”

When I’m satisfied with the color—and I can no longer stand this little bitch’s whining—I dig it deep into her rib cage. Skin sizzles at penetration, the fat under the thick layer of dermis bubbling to the surface. It leaves an acrid smell in the air, like spoiled pork chops over a fire.

This dumbass trashes against her restraints, like she can get out of her predicament. Her screams die out as shock begins to overtake her body, her mouth hung open in a permanent howl. I twist the knife deeper, enjoying every crack of bone as it chips away at her rib cage. I take a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“Pl-please…” she whispers.

I place my ear near her face. “Hmm? What was that? Speak louder, cunt.”

She coughs, choking up blood that splatters all over her face and mine. She gasps for air as the blood coats her lungs from the inside.

“Please, just let me go,” she begs.

I contemplate her request, but I already know the answer.

Dragging the knife out of her side, I inspect the dribbles of meat stuck between the serrated edge.

“No, I don’t think I will. You wanted to play the game? Well, you’re with the big boys now. And unfortunately, you lost.”

Her pouty pink lip trembles as reality dawns on her. There is absolutely no escaping this.

“Sorry, not sorry. You think you stole Ashe from me. But at the end of the day, you were just a chapter in her life. And me? I’m going to be her morbidly ever after.” I bring the blade up and plunge it deep into her rib cage again. “It’s time to die, babe. You just lost the game. But your body will make a fantastic trophy for my future girlfriend.”