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Billy Wells Horror
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Horror
Type: Fiction
Pages: 189
Copyright: Feb 17, 2016
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A collection of 17 horror stories selected from the best of Billy Wells Horror including Black As Night, Shivers & Other Nightmares, Don't Look Behind You. & Scary Stories- Vols. 1-6.
The stories included:
TIL DEATH DO US PART
A serial killer gets his kicks by torturing and murdering beautiful women once they agree to marry him.
SHIVERS
A man awakens restrained in a bed, unable to move anything but his right arm. He cannot see or feel anything but his one arm and his head on the pillow and he can't speak since his jaw is sealed shut.
THE BLIZZARD
Helen’s Christmas holiday with her husband at her parents’ secluded estate is disrupted by the worst blizzard in over thirty years on the very night a maniac has escaped from the local asylum.
RATT
Tammy is pregnant and on her way to an abortion clinic in a spooky neighborhood.
SOMETHING IN THE DARK
A woman plagued by recurring nightmares that have plagued her since she was a little girl seeks help from the most expensive shrink in NYC to effectively save her life.
FIDO
George lost his job and needs to leave his hometown and start a new life. A rich recluse seems like an easy target to get fast cash except for a sign on the wall surrounding her estate, "Beware of Fido.”
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW
Jeremy White stared in disbelief at the footprints in the snow leading away from his front door, and none coming to it. He suspected Billy Smith had broken into his house during the night, and he wanted to catch him in the act.
THE CLOWN AT MIDNIGHT
Charles likes to watch horror flicks by candlelight with his monster mannequins.
THE BOOGEYMAN
Agnes returns from a scary walk after dark and finds her front door standing open. A serial killer the media calls the “Boogeyman” will kill another woman in the next four hours if he follows his pattern.
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
A billionaire’s heir falls madly in love with a woman he sees as the most beautiful in the world while others see something markedly different.
THE ABHORRENT CLUB
Three college friends find a strange bottle in the surf and make a wish that comes with a price.
THE TROLL
Lieutenant Ramsey is on the trail of a strange woman who kidnaps seven children every ten years and eats them to stay young.
SOMETHING IN THE SKY
Strange things happen to two college students on lover’s lane after a meteor cuts a path through a nearby cemetery.
FALLING
A woman fears her unfaithful husband may try to kill her for her inheritance and solicits the services of a hit man to kill him first.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Two young lovers infatuated with one another begin to see imperfections as their wedding day approaches.
DEJA VU
Madison has recurring dreams about the same man attempting to kill her time in different historical periods.
BLACK AS NIGHT
Two farm boys witness a masked rider on a black horse removing a screaming woman from a supposedly haunted house on Halloween night.
Excerpt
TIL DEATH DO US PART
The view was breathtaking from Suicide Peak. The sign said you could see five states from this overlook. Cindy was also breathtaking in her skimpy tank top and cut off jeans. Her lips felt like soft pillows on his, and her breasts were firm against his chest as she kissed him passionately. Rupert’s erection felt as hard as a steel girder, as he expertly unfastened her bra with one hand and pulled her on top of him with the other.
When they arrived, they chose a remote parking place far away from the focal point of the overlook and away from every other car. They expected no one would want to park close to them unless they were there for the same reason. It was summer and the sign said the park closed at 8 p.m., which was only fifteen minutes from now. There was not a single cloud in the sky. The beginning of a full moon peeped above the distant horizon, as Rupert watched the last car of tourists pull out of the parking lot and drive away.
They had been dating for three months, and just like the others before her, Cindy had fallen madly in love with Rupert and wanted to marry him. He was supposed to meet her parents the following week and tell them they planned for a June wedding.
Cindy had already told him her parents were rich and couldn't wait to have a grandchild. They would be happy no matter what date they chose to tie the knot.
After the sex, Rupert had been absentmindedly swapping spit and drawing circles around Cindy’s erect nipples while the tourists disappeared. Then suddenly, he motioned for Cindy to move over so he could fasten his trousers and catch a breath of air. After a momentary frown and a satisfied moan of pleasure, she complied.
As soon as Rupert emerged from the back seat, he headed briskly toward the furthest corner of the observation center. The spot he selected was a considerable distance from the swiveling binoculars contraption sightseers used to see the five states referenced on the advertisement.
After getting decent, Cindy followed shortly behind, singing the first verse of “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper.
What was it about that tune? Cindy seemed to break into song at the strangest times. Approaching the edge of the cliff, Rupert ignored the sign that read, Danger! Stay Inside the Guardrail. 1,250 Foot Drop-off.
“What are you doing, darling,” Cindy asked with a worried crease in her brow? “Don't you see the sign? You are being a very bad boy.”
“I want to take a picture, showing my feet at the edge of the drop off. This is concrete I'm standing on; there’s really no danger.”
Rupert looked through the lens of his phone and began to frame a picture.
“Please, Rupert, don't get so close,” Cindy shouted.
“Don't be such a ‘fraidy cat. Wouldn't you like to put this incredible picture on Facebook for all your friends to see?”
“I’m afraid of heights. They make me dizzy,” she said nervously.
“Come on, I'll put my arms around you. I won’t let you fall.”
“I don't think so; it's too scary.”
“Come on. Don't you trust your future husband? You're safe with me,” Rupert pleaded, pursing his lips to pout.
After a time and a lot of coaxing, Cindy relented and reluctantly swung her leg over the guardrail and inched toward him.
Rupert walked toward her, and stepping quickly behind her, put his arms around her waist and cupped her breasts in both hands.
She giggled and melted into his strong caress as he led her forward. As they drew ever closer to the scary precipice, he asked her to take a picture of her feet at the edge like he had, and smiling, he remarked, “Believe me, this will be a picture you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
Cindy looked through the lens and said breathlessly, “You’re right, darling. The view is awesome!”
Removing his arms from her waist, he gave her a firm push that sent her sailing into the abyss with her arms flailing. He didn’t get to see the surprised look on her face or the terror in her eyes as she clawed at the air for purchase. Her piercing scream went from earsplitting to the whisper of an echo far below. Rupert strained to follow her flight, but the tiny red speck of her tank top finally disappeared entirely into the trees and foliage below.
Would she hit something on the way down or simply land with a splat on a rock or the ground? Rupert wondered. He could see the tops of pine trees and what looked like a river coursing through the green of a dense forest. Would she have a watery grave? He didn’t think so. It wouldn’t be long once she hit the ground before the predators would find her broken body and have an evening snack at her expense.
The thrill of killing the silly bitch was exhilarating and deliciously orgasmic. The rush was greater than any he had ever felt with any of the others he’d erased from the gene pool. Poor Cindy had studied so hard to achieve one of the highest anatomy test results in history and almost all of the big research universities had been knocking on her door. Now all those dreadful dissections of corpses to be a surgeon had been for nothing. Poor baby, what a waste.
Rupert had devoted three months wooing Cindy. Her career as a sex therapist stood in his way during the first month of their relationship. But after that, his overpowering charm, charisma, and good looks finally kicked in and swept her off her feet, just like all the others.
However, unlike them, Cindy had been sizzling hot in the sack. She knew more about making a man happy than anyone he’d ever known, and she used everything in her bag of tricks, and then some, every time they had sex.
He’d tried killing dizzy broads on one-night stands after he graduated from killing animals, but that was just like swatting flies. It meant nothing to him. Taking a life always made him feel good, but the more loving and doting each bitch became, the more he enjoyed the orgasmic rush of killing her. However, nothing could equal the thrill of offing someone who wanted to marry him.
Rupert almost ran back to the SUV. He was so aroused after pushing Cindy off the cliff and hearing her gut-wrenching scream fade into oblivion, he could barely hold back the building tide of emotion in his pants any longer. He had been obsessing over this moment for weeks. So, after faking an orgasm earlier, in order to save himself for the ecstasy he knew would come now, no sooner was inside the car and had pulled down his jeans, when he erupted like a volcano all over the back seat without even masturbating.
God! What a rush, he thought, savoring the unparalleled pleasure of the kill and waiting for his heart rate to slow. Finally, he moved to the front seat, and taking a can of air freshener from the glove compartment, he sprayed a healthy dose through the SUV to squelch any lingering stench of the bitch’s sickening sweet fruity perfume.
Gathering Cindy’s sweater and purse from the back seat, he returned to the drop off and hurled them into the abyss. The faces of his previous victims flitted through his memory as he closely surveyed the overlook for the final time to make sure there was no one he needed to kill who may have witnessed the murder. In no hurry, Rupert returned to his SUV and drove off as if nothing of consequence had happened.
Down, down, down, the beautiful, former bride-to-be had hurtled toward certain death. In the seconds before impact, Cindy tried to prepare for the Grim Reaper. Death was something she had never spent one nanosecond thinking about. At her age, her life opened out into breathtaking vistas of golden highways that could take her as far as she could dream.
An automobile accident had taken one of her classmates at college, but she hadn’t known him well enough to attend the funeral. At this point in her life, she had never seen a dead person except on TV in a newscast. No one in her family had died so far. A horrible realization that she would be the first was mind-boggling. She knew her death would almost kill her mother and father and her grandparents, who loved her so.
She remembered seeing the video of people jumping from the World Trade Center on 9/11 when she was eight years old. The act was unthinkable looking at the scale of the tower, and now, she knew the horror of it firsthand.
Well, it will be over in a split-second when she hit the ground, she thought. She wouldn’t feel a thing.
Would anyone find her body in this desolate wilderness? What kind of animal would find her first? The thought of being devoured was gruesome, but it didn’t matter if she were dead.
She wondered if there was a God. If so, she would find out soon. Our time on earth was supposed to be like a drop in the ocean. Maybe she would live forever in peace and harmony on a cloud playing the harp. She believed she was a good person even though she hadn't gone to church for years. She had never intentionally hurt anyone.
Suddenly, from a world of open sky and clouds, she saw something below her coming fast. Very fast. Her body smashed through a blanket of pine boughs until she finally hit a bed of leaves, not with a splat, but a thud. She heard several snaps along the way and felt several excruciating bursts of pain envelop her in a multitude of places. After the fall, she lay there gasping for breath in agony from a plethora of broken bones. Blood welled in her eyes and blinded her. She thought she heard voices faraway. Nothing was like she imagined it would be. The fall hadn't killed her, but it felt like everything was broken.
She couldn't feel her right leg and her left arm. She felt her chest with her right hand and found it wet and sticky. She wiped her eyes and saw the gray sky through the web of tree limbs above. Looking down she saw a large bone sticking through her right trouser leg; another protruded from her left wrist. The rest of that arm was a bloody mess. The branches had flayed the skin from her shoulder to her elbow. They had also shredded her tank top, torn away her bra, and left her almost topless, but the blood pooling from a thousand cuts shrouded her nudity.
She heard a growl close by, and the idea of a pack of wild animals eating her dead body morphed into the more horrible scenario of them eating her while she was still alive. She looked wildly about for something she could use to fight them off, but she couldn't see anything she could reach.
From out of nowhere, three gray shapes converged on her and started ripping at her flesh. She tried desperately to fend them off with the limbs she could still move. The pain was unbearable as she screamed futilely for help she knew would never come.
Then like a miracle, she heard several loud reports. Could that really be two men standing over her in orange vests? She saw them looking down at her with dire expressions. One turned away to puke into the bushes as she lost consciousness.
* * *
When she awakened in a hospital bed a week later, she looked like an Egyptian mummy, wrapped in bandages from head to toe. Her right leg and her left arm were in a cast, and supported by slings from the ceiling.
Looking down where the legs should be, she saw nothing under the bed covers below her waist. She couldn't feel anything down there either and started to sob.
Her dream of becoming a surgeon was apparently not to be. She wondered most about the state of her fingers. She wasn’t positive, but she might be able to operate without legs, but without fingers, the career she had planned since she was a little girl was over.
A doctor briskly entered the room with a clipboard, and seeing her conscious with tears streaming down her face, he gathered his words for a moment before speaking, “Well, Cindy, I’m Dr. Casey. We had hoped one of us would be at your side when you awoke, but I guess it wasn't to be. By now, you must have surmised we were not able to save your legs. By the time the hunters rescued you, too much irreparable trauma had occurred. You will need to be fitted with artificial legs and will need to undergo considerable rehabilitation before you will be able to walk again. Let me repeat, I have every confidence you will walk again.”
Dr. Casey watched her expression as he assessed how much he should tell her all at once.
“What else, Doctor?”
“Casey shook his head and grimaced, trying to find better words to soften the blow, but couldn’t think of any. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry to say there was extensive damage to the left side of your face. You will need a series of plastic surgery operations to restore it to an acceptable standard of meeting the public. On the brighter side, your arms, and particularly your fingers, are intact and are mending nicely.”
Cindy’s face brightened to the level of a friend telling her that although her dog had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, he’d still be able to suck food through a straw even without his teeth. She had to lock on to any glimmer of hope no matter how small to keep her sanity.
The doctor’s face also brightened somewhat when he added, “I see no reason why, after your rehabilitation and facial reconstruction, you can’t resume your career as a surgeon. With artificial legs and a pants suit, who will be the wiser about your situation?”
Cindy’s mother and father appeared in the doorway, and then, rushed to her side when they saw she had regained consciousness. The room became charged with emotion. The three of them were sobbing uncontrollably.
Dr. Casey decided he’d said enough for now. He thought Cindy’s parents could do more for her than he could at that moment. He hoped they would find the words to help soften the grim reality of her injuries and the severity of the rehabilitation she would face in the coming months, possibly years.
* * *
Time passed slowly, and Cindy devoted every waking hour to learning how to walk with her new legs.
When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see a monster, who would make children cry, when she walked down the street. The plastic surgeon had
obsessed over every detail of her reconstruction, but he could not make the left side of her face completely symmetrical with the right side. She resigned herself in accepting that the surgeon had done the best he could with what he had to work with.
She thought of calling the police and having Rupert arrested for attempted murder, but that wasn’t severe enough. Also, it would be her word against his. Even if he were convicted, how long would he serve? Anything less than a life sentence without parole would be too good for the son of a bitch. As Ving Rhames said most eloquently in Pulp Fiction, she wanted to get medieval with him. You know, draw and quarter him, burn him at the stake, maybe even crucify the heartless bastard. She could not think of anything too severe. Unfortunately, she knew these forms of barbaric retribution, no matter how satisfying, would be difficult to stage in her current condition. She would probably have to make her scalpel her instrument of retaliation.
From the time she got up in the morning until the time she went to bed, Cindy could think of nothing but getting even with Rupert. Then one night over a plate of spaghetti, the question struck her like a sucker punch as she peered through the window at the falling rain. How many other women had Rupert murdered? She’d done nothing to deserve his wrath. There had to be others. She hired a private investigator to find out how many.
* * *
Two weeks later, Cindy received the PI’s report. Ten women who were engaged to marry Rupert had mysteriously died from freak accidents. But, since none of the deaths were connected in any way, and they were committed in ten different cities; consequently, no one had suspected Rupert had murdered them. Cindy had always wondered why this charismatic, male hunk had no friends to invite to their wedding. Now, it made perfect sense; he probably killed them all.
Now armed with the report, she was certain she had enough evidence to put Rupert away for the rest of his life. Maybe a bunch of prison bulls would make his life a living hell every day until he committed suicide or died a broken old geezer in his cell. Still, it wasn’t good enough. Or should she say bad enough?
She bought a plaque at a flea market and hung it on the wall in her bedroom. She fixed her eyes on it every night when she went to bed. It read, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” She planned to bring new meaning to that old adage soon, but the time had to be right.
* * *
Rupert’s fascination with killing women began right after he graduated from college. He was still surprised he hadn’t been arrested after he botched his first kill so pathetically. He’d pushed Nancy, his first fiancé from a cliff, but she fell only ten feet and bumped her head. He had to climb down while other tourists were passing above and roll her body off the ledge. A little boy in a stroller watched him do it, but the little tyke with the plastic nipple in his mouth was too young to understand he had witnessed a murder. The authorities concluded Nancy’s death was an unfortunate slip and fall.
Mary was his second victim. She’d asked Rupert to take her to see Niagara Falls. He remembered the elation on her happy face right before he whacked her on the head with a tire iron he’d concealed in his raincoat. She'd been a lifeguard for years and had even considered training for the Olympics. Unfortunately, she couldn't swim well in an unconscious state with the top of her head caved in when she hit the raging water.
After her, there was Charlotte, Jackie, Liz, Margie, Jeannie, Paula, Kristen, and Cindy He could barely remember what they looked like without referencing his scrapbook. It was no fun to kill women the same way, so he’d killed them in different ways, just like in the movies.
Rupert didn't know why he was a serial killer, and he didn't lose any sleep worrying about it. His obsession wasn't his fault. He was born this way. He imagined some shrink might say his mother was too overbearing and militant with him, and that may have caused his psychosis. His mother beat him with a belt from an early age when he was bad. Sometimes she’d beat him for no reason at all if she got drunk enough.
Maybe she was the reason he was fucked up. He did hate her so much that one day while canoeing on a lake, he struck her in the head with a paddle and kept striking her until she stopped struggling and drowned. He fished out and buried her body in a dark cave. So dark, it was unlikely anyone would ever find it. After the police finally gave up the search for her body, it was clear they assumed his father had killed his wife for the insurance, but they had no evidence to convict him. Again, the authorities never suspected Rupert.
It had never taken more than three months for Rupert to find someone to fall in love with him. He was a handsome devil with a muscular body, a Hollywood tan, and rock hard abs much better than Usher and Adam Levine. He also drove an expensive automobile and lived in a luxurious apartment. What more could a woman want in someone who would be her soul mate for life, who would help her raise a family, and do the wild thing with her until she shriveled up and died?
Now with ten dead females under his belt, Rupert was living in Seattle, his eleventh metropolitan area in as many years. Starting over in a new city was the unfortunate downside of killing fiancés. Nonetheless, it was the safest way to commit murder and get away with it.
The scariest part of each encounter was meeting each of the victim’s friends. They always wondered why he had no friends of his own. He had practiced the explanation many times to be sure it sounded right. He always said he’d just relocated to a new job and hadn't had time to make new friends.
* * *
In only a few weeks of frequenting waterholes and Internet dating sites, another perfect candidate to kill arose.
Candice was a stunning redhead with a beautiful body. Unfortunately for her, she had fallen for Rupert almost from first sight. After a whirlwind affair of wining and dining, outlandish excursions, and intoxicating sex, Rupert couldn't pull the trigger on ending this extremely satisfying affair, even after six months had elapsed.
Finally, the day came when Rupert knew it was time to kill Candice. She was pressuring him to set a date for the wedding, and her friends were always around. They kept asking too many questions about his former jobs and the cities where he’d lived.
On this particular night, Candice told him she wanted to show him how well she could cook. Rupert thought it odd that she wanted to prepare her first meal, not at her apartment in the city, but at one of her parents’ retreats in the Catskills. However, he thought the secluded place would provide the perfect opportunity for him to plan her demise since this romantic tryst did not include her friends or her parents.
After they arrived and made love for several hours that afternoon, Candice left him at poolside and went into the kitchen to prepare what she called a romantic feast he would long remember.
He’d been obsessing over what method would be the most fun to get rid of her and offer him the greatest rush. He was tired of preserving the bodies of his victims in order to make the authorities think the death was an accident. This time he would venture into unchartered territory. He would simply tell the police Candice went into the woods for a walk while he did laps in the pool and did not return at the time she specified. They would search the woods for god knows how long and would finally conclude a pack of wolves or coyotes had dragged her off, or some maniac must have abducted her.
He knew he would miss Candice more than he would miss all the others. Still he had to preserve his identity as a serial killer and not let this new bitch turn his life upside down. He also planned to have the best time he’d ever had killing her. He’d already rented a nearby cabin under a false identity and brought along his tool chest with all his favorite toys. He had several hacksaws, chainsaws, scalpels, hammers and nails, a drill, and a blowtorch. He didn’t know how long he would have to work on Candice before he had to report her missing, but he was determined to prolong her agony longer than ever before. He could do whatever his heart desired, because no one would ever find Candice’s body where he planned to bury it.
He would make a cocktail and put a drug in it to knock her out until he could carry her to the car and transport her to the cabin. He wanted her to know what kind of special person she had fallen in love with. He was almost creaming in his jeans now just thinking about the look on her face when he cut out her tongue and fed it to her.
Finally the moment of truth came. The food smelled wonderful as Candice lit some candles. On queue, Rupert went to the bar to prepare a couple of Manhattans. He slipped the drug in her glass and returned to the table with the drinks. He noticed she had filled two glasses with sparkling water and placed a wedge of lemon in them.
“Before we have a toast to start dinner,” she said warmly, “could you taste the sparkling water. I want your opinion on it since my dad wants to serve it at our wedding.”
Rupert hadn’t planned on this interruption, but he graciously complied. He raised the glass to his lips, drank some, and exclaimed, “Well, Darling. I’m no judge of sparkling water, I’d rather drink hard liquor, but it tastes fine to me. Now, let me propose a toast, “To the most beautiful, sexy woman on the planet who I plan to spend the rest of my life with in marital bliss. Always and forever, my love.
They stood, raised their glasses, and drank some of their Manhattans, both smiling from ear to ear. Rupert saw her eyes glaze over almost immediately as she wavered, dropped the glass, and slumped to the floor. His heart was beating rapidly with anticipation as he moved toward her. Removing some handcuffs from his trouser pocket, he cuffed her hands behind her back.
As he looked down at her helpless, beautiful body, he was suddenly struck by the first pang of guilt he had ever known. He knew at that moment, he really didn’t want to hurt Candice. He loved her deeply and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. As he started to extract the keys to unlock the cuffs, he felt woozy, and the room seemed to waver like he’d just stepped into a dream. He lapsed into unconsciousness beside her in a pile.
* * *
When he awoke, Candice sat across from him still in handcuffs looking at him suspiciously. “What did you put in my drink?” she demanded.
His head was still spinning as he tried to sit up, but when he did, he found his hands were tied behind his back with duct tape, and Candice’s father, Clarence, sat on a chair across the room, glaring at him.
“Give me the keys to these handcuffs and explain yourself,” her father bellowed, taking a gun from a corner table and pointing it at him.
Rupert was still woozy, but he fumbled in his pants pocket, extracted the keys, and handed them to Clarence. He had to think fast. “Well, I know it looks bad, but I was in the mood for some kinky sex with your daughter. I handcuffed her so I could take…well… shall we say playful advantage of her.” Rupert said, baring an embarrassed smile.
“So you couldn’t wait until after you had dinner to get my little girl in the sack? Huh, Rupert?” Clarence said, in a disbelieving tone.
“What were you going to do to me, Darling?” Candice prodded, sporting an evil grin.
Then, it occurred to Rupert, he had also been drugged. “Well, Darling, I guess I have to ask you the same question. What did you put in the sparkling water? Did you want to take unfair advantage of me before we ate your piping hot pot roast?”
Candice said nothing and gave her father a nod.
Clarence stood, and clearing his throat he replied, “I asked my Candice to invite you here this weekend to get some matters straight. She loves you, and she wants you for her husband. I want her to be happy so I hired an investigator to check into your past. My daughter suspected you might be a serial killer, and the private eye has confirmed her belief. He believes you may have killed nine women over a period of ten years.”
Rupert’s mouth dropped open. He wondered how long it would be before the police arrived and which fiancé the PI had missed in his investigation.
“The crazy part is that’s what turns her on about you,” he added, “because I’m sorry to admit, I’m a serial killer myself, and she’s a chip off the old block. From the moment she met you, she planned to kill you, but she fell in love with you instead.”
Clarence put his gun away. “We thought maybe if you didn’t love Candice like she loves you, you would try to kill her this weekend, which you may have been in the process of doing when I intervened. She drugged you in self-defense until I arrived, not knowing you had drugged her.
Rupert sat in disbelief. No wonder he loved Candice so, she was a serial killer just like himself. He wondered how many men she had killed.
“I’m here to tell you, you’re wasting your time trying to kill my Candice,” Clarence explained. “She’s way ahead of you every step of the way. And, if you ever did succeed in harming a hair on her pretty head, I’ve got a stable full of thugs who will make you wish you were never born. So, you have your choice, Rupert. You can walk away and continue your own killing spree, as we will, or you can have Candice’s hand in marriage and kill people together. What’s it gonna be?”
Rupert didn’t hesitate. He struggled to his feet with his hands tied behind his back. Candice stood still cuffed, and she went to him and looked into his cold, remorseless eyes. They gave each other a long and slobbery kiss.
* * *
It would be a marriage made in heaven...or should he say hell. Rupert never thought this would ever happen, but he had become hopelessly in love with Candice and truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Could the infatuation last for two psycho serial killers? What would the rush of killing people together be like? He couldn’t wait to find out.
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