Serial Volume Three by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes Page B

stuffed in her mouth muffled her cries.
    “Listen.” I looked her in the eyes, begging her to see the insincere apology. “I think you’re a nice person and all, but unfortunately I’m trapped in a bad situation and you’re my only way out.”
    Her eyes flicked between Patty and me, but then focused on the knife I picked up from the floor.
    “It’s nothing personal Edye, and for what it’s worth, you sure do know how to eat pussy.”
    I went to stab her, but stopped when the tip of the knife was against her skin. Thinking back, I remembered what the news had said about the kills. CK hadn’t stabbed them. He’d slit their throats and bitten off their nipples. That part would suck, but if that’s what Jude needed to get off, then I’d have to imitate it perfectly.
    Dropping the knife, I grabbed the razor and bent towards her. The razor slid through her skin like butter, blood spraying out onto me and Patty where she stood behind me. My heart raced and I wished that Jude were with me to alleviate the sudden need I had to fuck someone and fuck them hard. Jesus Christ! I could tell why he liked this. It was inspiring, enthralling, and the most thrilling thing I’d ever done in my life.
    Her blood was like warm thick water dripping down my skin, the smell of iron filled the room as air bubbled up from her lungs and out of the gash in her throat.
    Stripping her of her top, I rode the waves of euphoria the feeling of killing built inside me. My lips suckled her tit, my teeth gripping the nipple until I felt flesh rip and her blood rush into my mouth and drip along my chin.
    The sounds of her screaming didn’t last long and within seconds, she was lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood – the same blood that now covered me.
    My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding and I needed a release more than I’d ever needed it before. Fuck! Why wasn’t there a dildo or something I could use to get myself off while I rolled around in the evidence of my first kill?
    I looked at Patty and considered making the bitch eat me, but it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. I’d have to wait until I saw Jude again for him to help free me of this intense need.
    “Get over here, Patty!” I commanded.
    She moved beside me and I said, “Help me clean this up.”
    We both moved quickly to wash the blood from Edye’s skin and moved her body aside to start on the floors. Within an hour, we’d hidden the tarp and carved the initials of my love into Edye’s thigh.
    Using the bolt cutters, I freed Patty, but grabbed her by the hair before she could run.
    I grabbed the razor again, slicing it along her palm and smearing her own blood into the blood that drenched Edye’s hair.
    “Ouch! Why did you do that?” She asked.
    Looking up at her, I smiled.
    “Your DNA is now on this body. If you’re lucky, they won’t be able to match it up to the crime. But if you breathe a single word of this after I let you go, I’ll point them in your direction, you got me? They won’t know it’s you if they can’t find a match, but I’ll be sure to give your name up if you so much as go near the police about this, got it?”
    She nodded, her eyes welling with tears and her throat trying to swallow down the lump of fear.
    “Good girl. Now help me drag her out of here. We need to dump the body.”

Chapter Fourteen
    Jude
     
    I waited as long as Donovan deemed necessary, never giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.
    It had been close to forty-eight hours since they kicked my door in and dragged me from my apartment, and still no lawyers. The FBI were flexing their muscles and letting me know how much power they had over me.
    I’d spent last night in a holding cell somewhere in the back of the FBI field office. It hadn’t been comfortable, and the food had been sub-par, but I’d refused to voice a single complaint. I was a gracious houseguest.
    Agent Chase had been sent in to question me earlier, a distraction from Donovan I was sure,