Ginny stayed over at Bale's place for the next few days, his suspicious words that night all but gone from her mind. She sat in front of the television at his couch, her eyes glued to the screen.
There was a reporter on the screen, gesturing at the abandoned building behind her. She was talking about a murder. About a man who was struck over the head with a blunt object. They had found a hammer with blood on it in the trash several blocks away and were now fingerprinting it.
What if she did not do a good job of wiping it down?
She bit into her lip, her fears permeating her mind. What was she going to do? She never thought she would be a killer, but now she was undoubtedly one.
"Here," Bale said, a cup of iced tea in his hands. She took it from him and drank.
"They're going to catch me," she said. "I just know."
"I'll make sure they don't."
"How could you?"
"Well," Bale said. "Let's say I'm like you."
"You're a killer too?"
"Very much so."
She pondered that. He surely only felt comfortable in telling her that because she had killed herself. But who had he killed?
"How did you get away with it?" Ginny asked him.
"You cover it up," Bale said. "Make it appear like it was an accident."
His words came crashing back to her. How had he known how Gemma had died? She killed herself, didn't she? Was it possible that he might have been the one who killed Gemma? Made it appear like she took her own life?
"It's over, Ginny," Bale said. "Forget about it."
But she could see the pain in his eyes for her. "You feel for me," she said to him.
"I do. You've lost too many people in your life."
"How many people have I lost?"
"Three."
"How could you possibly know that, Bale?"
Are you my stalker?
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," he said, affection plain in his eyes.
The base of her stomach turned. She couldn't hold back anymore, she needed this. She inched forward and he closed in. They kissed, teeth grazing lips and tongues wrestling with each other.
Bale's hands found the oversized shirt she borrowed from him and he inched his hand underneath it, reaching up to cup her breast. As he kissed her, his fingers pushed her bra aside to catch her nipple between them. She arched her back into his hand as her hands fought with the closures at his pants. She freed the button and he pushed her onto her back.
Tearing the shirt over her head, he slid her panties down her ankles as he nestled himself between her legs. He pulled his raw cock from his pants and lowered himself down to her mouth to kiss her sensually as he slowly pushed into her.
He slid into her slowly and she gasped as her pussy seemed to tear at his hardness. Covering his cock in her pussy, he pushed in as far as he could go. He sucked on the side of her neck as he pulled out of her, before he pushed inside again slowly.
Smoke poured from his body and her eyes widened as the tendrils slicked from his body to cover her breasts and slide into her folds. If she wasn't sure before, she was sure now.
Bale was not human.
He thrust into her leisurely, but the desire that built in her was wild and instant. His hands were fixed to the couch on either side of her, his chest close to hers as his lower body pumped up and down on her pussy.
She gasped and moaned in pleasure as they climbed the climax, and within seconds, he sheathed himself deep in her and finished inside as she rode the orgasm with him.
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The stranger knew Ginny had been away from home for a significant amount of time. And the stranger also knew her parents were out of the house to settle some matters concerning Gemma's death.
So the stranger inserted lock picks into the door and unlocked it. Stepping in, Ginny's room was explored yet again. She seemed to be a neat girl, kind too. She had photos of her time at a pet rescue centre. But the truth was that she was a whore.
So the stranger got to work. Upending her entire room, more phones were discovered. Those phones were cloned. She would find out soon enough that her phone was bugged, and when she reached out for her other phones, she would be fucked over again.
Poor Ginny.
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Ginny sat in front of the two men in the dark grey room. They had files on the metal table before her, and cups of coffee were strewn about the table. It was about two weeks since the murder and they found her the moment she returned home from Bale's place.
"Sorry for calling you over when you're grieving your sister's death," one of the men said. "But you met with the victim recently. We want to know what you guys talked about, that's all."
"We talked about some IT stuff, I needed help with a phone and he helped me. He works in IT."
"What problem were you facing?"
"Nothing big. Just wanted to block some spam messages. Make sure I don't get messages from scammers."
"I see, did he talk about anything else?"
"No."
"How do you know Harold?"
"He was Gemma's friend. I never understood why, he was nothing like my sister."
The man shot his partner a look. "Alright, do you know if he had any enemies?"
"No," she said. "Maybe an ex?"
"Is there anything you think we should know?"
"No."
"Well then," the other said. "You may leave."
"Am I a suspect?"
He blinked. "No, of course not."
His partner shoved him. "You're supposed to say that," he said, then looked at Ginny. "He's new."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, I understand," Ginny said. Then she left with peace on her mind.