Left.Right.
Gasp!
Then mix it up.
Swirling like a twister.
Up.
Down.
Breathe!
Then collide again.
Twisting like two spiraling worms.
That"s how their tongues play around as the two men kiss in the dimly lit storage room while Patricia"s blood continuously drips out of her broken skull until it finally reaches the tiny line of s.p.a.ce underneath the room"s door. It smells like rotting flesh, it feels like darkened oppression gripping the surrounding, and it has the temperature that is similar to nothing but the tip of a snow mountain. Nevertheless, both men could only smell the alluring scent of their sweat, they can only be blinded by the warmhearted bloom that they exude, and they sweat hard as if they were in the middle of a desert at noon.
And before Justin could notice it, he was already feeling some kind of bitter, sort of oval-shaped object playing between their raging tongues. The momentum of their pa.s.sion seemed as if it would never end, but Justin noticed what Subject 1 was trying to do and instantly tried to push him away from him.
"Don"t fight it." The man mumbled in between a few kisses on Justin"s damp lips. "Just obey." Then he shoved his tongue inside of his love-struck pet. Justin wanted to oppose whatever it is that Subject 1 was planning to do, but he was already too weak, too dumbstruck, and too l.u.s.t-driven to fight the raging storm that is his new owner.
The object swaying around the insides of his mouth, hitting his gums, and spreading a sour and bitter taste finally entered through his throat until he could feel it falling towards his stomach. After a few moments that slowly turned into a few minutes, the man eventually separated himself away from Justin"s mist lips, still sticking his tongue out, leaving only a tiny thread of saliva between their lips. Seeing that subtle line of spit forming between them like a bridge proved to be a kind of ritual that the man would crave every single moment after doing it with Justin.
"That"s 2 minutes." The man whispered while panting and gasping, still feeling Justin"s saliva on his lips but not wanting to wipe it away from his skin. "How are you feeling?"
"I"m..." Justin muttered as he continued to cling onto the man"s neck while playing with his hair. "... I feel like I"m gonna puke."
"Dizzy?" The man said while pulling Justin closer towards him, leaning his forward towards his neck, and letting his heavy breathing travel through his skin.
"Y-yesss... Sir..." Justin mumbled as he dropped his right hand from Subject 1"s shoulder while he had enough strength on the left one to grip the man"s arm weakly. "How long... how long will... will I be out, Sir?"
"Long enough. The police would probably be here by then. When you wake up, tell the police that you know nothing." The man said as fast as he could but slow enough for Justin to understand. He would kiss Justin"s neck every now and then, which made Justin h.o.r.n.y, but the drug made him too weak to have a b.o.n.e.r. "You know what happened to Patricia. Rat me out, and you"re out."
"I will never..." Justin said; this time, he had already dropped both his hands. The only thing keeping him standing was the man"s hands wrapped around his waist. He continued speaking as his upper body fell slowly away from the man as if he was some kind of withering flower, waiting to drop onto the soil and allowing his cycle to end. As Justin"s body leans backward, Subject 1 followed his neck by leaning forward, now licking his skin amid a few kisses. "I will never rat... they will... I will never... I... they will never know you"re... you..."
"I know, Justin. I know." The man whispered while still licking Justin"s neck every now and then. "Sleep. Let your body go. Sleep."
And sleep he did. The man slowly let Justin fall onto the floor, but it was clear that he had no intention of leaving his neck alone. He would growl and snarl while kissing and licking and sometimes biting Justin"s neck, thinking that this might be the last time he would ever taste the cashier personnel"s skin. Some even thought that his eyes were gleaming red, and his teeth were barring into that of a hound"s fang. Still, it was all nothing but an illusion. That was just how frightening Subject 1 is after he decided to throw away all of his inhibitions as if he had agreed to sign a contract with the devil himself.
Nevertheless, after a few moments of making love with Justin"s unconscious body—or perhaps it would be much better to say that he was making out with Justin"s neck instead—the man finally fled from the s.e.x toys shop, but he ensured to take a few s.e.x toys that had caught his attention first before making his escape.
This was pretty much his game plan.
Leaving a crime scene was difficult enough, but having all of the traces that indicate his prior presence in the scene to leave with him? Now, that"s a different monster altogether. There"s a lot of ways for the police to find pieces of evidence of a suspect"s trail that would all lead to the inevitable capture of Subject 1. However, we are not here to talk about that, and frankly, we are not really interested in dwelling through all that nonsense. All you need to know is that the man did not leave his fingerprints behind because he was wearing disposable gloves in both his hands. He did leave a few prints of his shoes behind. There"s also a few strands of his hair that stuck on Justin"s hands, leaving that as another trace that he was here before. We are also not sure, but he might have left a few drops of his blood on the ground as well. Thankfully, when the police arrived, Patricia"s blood had pretty much covered the entirety of the storage room. There were some traces of the man"s saliva all over Justin"s face and neck! All of these pieces of evidence would point out that he was the suspect, undeniable evidence to boot! And remember that camera footage of the man when he entered the store? Yeah! Justin only shut the cameras off when the man was already inside. Luckily, those cameras were f.u.c.king horrible! Like, it"s borderline impossible to see what"s in them! Nevertheless, it was still a shred of solid video evidence against him!
It was completely fair for us to a.s.sume that this entire "escape" was a ma.s.sive, total, absolutely f.u.c.king messy! A train-wreck! This is the kind of s.h.i.t that makes everyone go like, "yep! That killer is caught, alright! No more killings!"
And the man knew about this; he knew how stupidly rushed the entire escape was. That"s why he"s erratic, paranoid, jumpy, and his eyes were going from one place to another as he bit fingernails, which almost had no nails anymore, for he had a habit of over-cleaning his nails every day. He sprinted away from the s.e.x toys shop as fast as he could until he reached the river. At this point, he was only walking, but he was not doing so leisurely, he still looked as if he was in a hurry. Luckily, for Subject 1, the clothes that he was wearing were all black save for his shoes, which has few white decorative lines. At a closer look, one could quickly see that there"s a lot of traces of blood all over his shoes.
Thus, the only plan he has is to keep Justin there in the crime scene to be his quick way of cleaning his mess without doing any sort of cleaning at all.
Now, the man can be quite stupid. He probably wasn"t even thinking about all these variables when he escaped the crime scene. He probably didn"t even know that he left a few traces of his shoe print outside of the store, for he left in a hurry.
Nevertheless, the man must have really sold his soul to the devil because he had such fantastic luck, and he didn"t even need our help. Since the police around this small town were pretty much comprised of only old people, they were pretty slow in sending their people into the store. You have to understand, this is the first time they witnessed such a vile and gruesome case. The last murder case in this town happened decades ago, and it was not this huge! It wasn"t even helpful to them that the only living person in the crime scene did not know what happened, or at least he claimed that he didn"t.
To be fair, Justin did not lie. He said that a man attacked him, raped him, drugged him, and killed Patricia before knocking him unconscious by forcing him to swallow another drug. Those are not lies. There were just tiny little details that were not said.
Until the very end, even after all the threats from the entirety of the town"s police department, Justin stood his ground.
"I know nothing."
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"You"re forcing me to make a story that is not true!"
"I was a victim, too!"
"I know absolutely nothing!"
"You can clearly see in the footage who the suspect is!"
"Why am I still here?"
"Find that man instead of keeping a victim here!"
A whole day inside of the interrogation room.
All he said is nothing.
The police might have all the reason in the world to suspect Justin, but they don"t have a solid piece of evidence that would prove his involvement in the case other than the undeniable fact that he was, indeed, a victim.
After 23 hours and 16 minutes, the police decided to let him go. They just can"t find a way to keep him there legally. Well, not in their limited expertise. Besides, they were also fed up with it. They clearly couldn"t get anything from Justin no matter how much they tried, and frankly, both the police and the witnesses were not pleased anymore by the fact that they haven"t slept a blink yet.
After leaving the interrogation room, a middle-aged woman who wasn"t wearing a police uniform gave him a concealable plastic bag that contained all of his belongings, such as his phone and keys.
Justin was tired, but he could still leave one last huzzah.
"And what about Patricia"s things?" Justin mumbled while weakly looking at the plastic bag that he received from the sweet-looking lady.
"I"m sorry, young man." The lady said with her hands clasped together, trying to keep a warm smile on her face. "But we can"t give it to you. It"s evidence, you see?"
"So..." Justin, teary-eyed, slowly turned his head towards the direction of the middle-aged lady while his lips and chin shake. "I can"t even get to keep a little memorabilia from my friend?"
The lady wanted to reply as thoughtful as she could, knowing that she was talking to a rape victim, but before he could speak, Justin was already on the floor, crying as he hugged his belongings tightly onto his chest. The woman kneeled beside him as she slowly patted the rape victim"s back. However, it was not enough to stop him from crying and yelling out the name Patricia over and over again with all the pain and suffering that he kept within his heart while the police officers imprisoned him within the cold walls of that interrogation room.
Some other compa.s.sionate policemen went on with him and gave him a few encouraging words, some even gave him a gla.s.s of water and choccy milk, but Justin still kept crying, and it seemed that there"s no end in sight for his profound sadness. Justin clung on the middle-aged lady"s arms as he performed a monologue in the hallway about how he would never see his best friend again or how he would never forgive the man who did this to him. Some stern-looking police officer looked at him with empathetic glances as they felt the guilt rising within their chest for keeping such a fragile creature in a more compromising position in the interrogation room.
Nevertheless, this is the first time the town has encountered something so... demonic, cruel, and heartless. The last time the town saw a murder was because some old guy"s wife cheated on him, and he stabbed that b.a.s.t.a.r.d who dared to cuck him. Heck, this one is so mild in comparison to this murder that the suspect himself was the one who called the cops. If anyone in the town wants to see s.h.i.t like this, then they need to go to bestgore cuz they will never see something gruesome in such a wholesome town!
Until this very moment.
Thus, the town"s lady killer remains in the streets among the smiling faces of the citizens.
And Justin still knows absolutely f.u.c.king nothing while a subtle smile crept onto his face filled with tears.