Open Street, Fremont, Oregon.....
The coolness of the outside breeze had not even been enough to quell the boiling of a certain young lad's blood as he continued his walk amid the darkness and shadows of the dwindling day still clutching the stainless steel knife he'd taken from his mother's rather expensive collection in the kitchen. His body seemed to tense with each passing step as he continued to feel the lingering stinging sensation from the slap he endured via his mother's hand. The rage only intensified as he recalled the events leading to his departure from the house repeatedly as the images bombarded his already weary mind. The lad gripped the knife tighter as he strolled aimlessly amid the darkness as if he had not a care in the world. His rage had not subsided in the least as it did a good deal to stave off the effects of the chilled night air that surrounded him.
All he could see aside from red was the image of the drunken bastard with his hands moving along his mother's body as he pressed her up against the counter and the rush he felt when he grabbed the knife and sent it violently through the drunken brute's soft flesh had been invigorating, to say the least. He smiled an eerie smile as he continued down the sidewalk amid the cool breeze. It was something to see the forceful brute crumble in a matter of seconds as the blood pooled around his bloated body.
The lad had gotten a kick out of seeing the terror that spread across the brute's face in the last moments of twisted anguish caused by the knife he still held slick with the crimson of the brute's blood.
The rush that came with a touch of relief at having ended the life of the bastard that thought himself untouchable was even more alluring as The lad moved with purpose down the darkened streets getting further and further away from his house as he headed for the darkened alleyway.
As quickly as the sensation of relief passed through him it faded and he was in search of another excuse to stick his knife into the hot flesh of another unsuspecting victim. He continued to prowl the streets, but there was no one around and as a result, headed back toward his home disappointed with his knife in hand.
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Back Alleyway, Fredmont, Oregon...
He could taste the booze on the breath of the lively redhead whore he'd managed to catch drunk and in desperate need of the cock he'd shoved inside her warm depths over and over again as she moaned for him amid the darkness and the icy winds. He'd been well on his way home when he came across her, drunk and stumbling about begging for anyone to spread her thighs and shove a cock inside her. He had been still very much aroused from the incident with his mother's gentleman caller and as a result, took her up on her offer. He pinned her against the cold brick wall his cock ramming into her slick insides as she grunted and moaned in reaction to being filled so much. He could care less about her and despite her breasts, he saw little to no appeal in her whatsoever aside from being drunk and easy.
They were at it for quite a while when she demanded that he not let off inside her as she had been afraid of pregnancy and he ignored her wanting what he wanted as he did just that. She was furious as she slapped him across the face and threatened to have him arrested for taking advantage of her. With giddy eyes and a strange expression, he plunged the bloodied knife from the kitchen counter into her soft flesh growing all the giddier as she froze mid-speech and her body grew tense in reaction. The shock of it all etched across her face. He kept going hacking and stabbing as her blood splattered and he smirked as some splashed along his face and drenched his hands.
His favorite part had been when the light faded from her eyes as she dropped onto the ground in a heap of bloodied limbs. He smirked despite his disheveled look and dragged her limp body toward the nearest boarded well. He tossed her and the knife inside with no one the wiser and made his way back home.
No one had been any the wiser about the whore that disappeared and he simply went back to his home and slept quite soundly following the events of what occurred as if nothing ever happened.
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The Rawsone Residence, Denver Colorado....
Hadrian Rawsone continued to snore on the side of the bed he'd been accustomed to even as his wife had finally made her way home and showed up before climbing into bed with him. She said not a word as she scooted her body close to his as his snoring continued to ring out in the bedroom. While she'd been pleased to have him home she'd still been unable to get passed all that had happened between them when he'd been under the influence of the vile Lonnie Collins. While there was no way to ensure that he wouldn't return, she had meant to keep him away from the likes of Alexi Bortnik.
She'd come to the conclusion that being surrounded by family, had been definitely what he needed and the surprise she had in store for the evening that she spent the entire day arranging for him, she had no doubt that he'd be surrounded by family. Julia sighed as she thought about what the future would hold for her and their unborn child if it was indeed their unborn child. She had stopped seeing Gary altogether and he had not in the least liked the idea of her turning her back on him but it was better than leading him on when she had finally made up her mind to do whatever it took to keep her husband, even to the point of rewiring his brain so that he knew nothing of her secret betrayal.
Little did she know, Lex had barely managed to pull away from the house after his evening romp with the slumbering good doctor and he had been more determined than ever to find a way to be with his lover and rid of her once and for all.