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David would remain in the motor home while his friend went hunting for a victim. The need to kill burned deep inside of David. He had a thirst that couldn’t be quenched since he escaped. He had so much to catch up on.
The Traveler had his special little pills in his pocket to drug a potential victim. He wanted to please David with a prize catch.
The crowded bar would be the perfect hunting ground. There had to be over one hundred people dancing, drinking, and just mingling. Everyone seemed to have a partner tonight. The Traveler knew women looked at him and drooled. He had the athletic body and good looks to attract his victims, but he could also blend into his surroundings if he wanted to. He waited for the opportune moment and struck. None of his prey feared him in the beginning; it was when they woke up that they saw his true self.
***
KELLY SIMPSON HAD BEEN looking forward to this night for days. She and her friends made plans earlier in the week to go bar hopping, pick up a hottie, and forget their worries for one night. So far, they had visited six clubs and she had yet to find someone to take her home. She was on the lookout for someone different from the normal guys that hung out in the bars around here.
As he walked around, he found the perfect woman. She had a voluptuous body. A smile stretched across his face. Yes, this one would definitely please David.
"Hi, mind if I sit down?"
Kelly looked up. She could get lost in this man's blue eyes. His body was sheer perfection, nice and tight. "Haven’t seen you around here before. New in town?"
"Just passing through and looking for a good time."
"Well hun, you came to the right place."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Dirty martini."
"I'll be right back."
The Traveler walked up to the bar. "Bartender, dirty martini and a gin and tonic, please."
Kelly was glad the evening had picked up; she thought she would have to call it an early night. The man was definitely hot. He reminded her of a movie star, with his muscular arms and handsome face. She was betting the sex would be great with him.
"Want to dance?"
Kelly thought he would never ask. "I'd love to."
As soon as she stood up, the room started spinning. "On the other hand, maybe I should call it a night. I'm not feeling so good."
"Here, at least let me help you outside. What kind of car are you driving?"
Kelly attempted to answer him, but it was as if her mouth didn’t want to cooperate. As he led her towards a motor home, she tried to tell him that it wasn’t hers. Now her legs weren't cooperating and he had to drag her along. She saw the door open and heard men talking.
The Traveler's demeanor changed as soon as he walked into the motor home. Gone, was the charming man that Kelly met in the bar.
"About time you got back." David said impatiently.
"Patience, my friend. You mustn’t worry; I found a special one just for you."
The Hunter looked over at his friend, “Have you ever wondered what the inside of a human body looks like? Lately, I’ve been wondering what makes the human body work the way it does. I say we need to explore human anatomy. You interested?”
“That might get messy in here.”
“We can put plastic down. That should help make clean up easy. Afterwards, we can wrap the body in it and throw everything out.” He’d experimented a little with the last one, but not nearly as much as he would have liked to. He looked down at the woman and admired her luscious body. She had such full, perfect breasts. Too bad he couldn’t save them for a collection. He was hard as a rock with want and need. Anticipation burned through his loins. David knew he needed to get control of his desires or he would lose control. He couldn’t wait to feel her blood on his body, feel her heartbeat cease, pulsing in his bare hands.
***
KELLY WAS HAVING TROUBLE waking up, if that wasn’t bad enough, when she tried to sit up, she realized her body didn’t want to follow her brain’s simple commands. She must have had more to drink than she realized last night. She would have one hell of a hangover. Dread came over her when she noticed she still couldn’t move. She feared that maybe someone slipped a roofie into her drink at the bar. Her eyes were wide open now. She was restrained, naked on a bed in a small room. Adrenaline rushed through her body, fear took over her senses.
Her mother had warned her about the dangers of picking up men in bars time and time again. Surely, a gorgeous creature like the one she wanted to hook up with last night wasn’t evil. Only the crazed ones planned on hurting you. She tried to think back to last night, piecing together what happened. How did she end up in this mess?
As her eyes scanned the room, she saw two men watching her. She gave the man she didn’t recognize a dark, brooding stare. “You better watch that stare, my sweet.”
“What are you going to do about it? Obviously you can’t get a woman with your looks, if you have to restrain me. What’s wrong, you two can’t get it up?” She knew she was goading them, but she refused to go down without a fight.
Fury raged through The Hunter and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at him. “Bitch, I will teach you a lesson. You will fear me before you die.” He pressed the knife to her neck and watched as a bead of blood formed on the tip.
The Traveler reached for the knife. “My friend, it is too soon to kill her. We want to have fun first, am I right?”
The Hunter pulled the knife away from her neck and, instead, glided the knife down her cleavage, watching as the blood oozed from the shallow cut. She took in a deep breath from the sting of the wound.
“This is not your lucky day, guys. I refuse to give in to fear. I am ready to die, do with me what you will. I know I will go to heaven and you will go straight to hell.”
The Hunter laughed in her face. “My dear, you are in Hell right now. One that I have created especially for trash like you.”
As the smell of blood started to fill the room, she still refused to show the first signs of fear. She had a cockiness about her that neither man could break. She gave them a weak laugh, “What’s wrong? Did a woman make you feel emasculated? Come on baby, untie me and I’ll show you how a real man is supposed to fight.”
Furious, The Hunter stated, “Don’t you dare talk to me like that. Do you know who I am?”
“You are a pathetic, sissy of a man, who has to beat and torture a woman to make you feel like a real man.” She might be playing a cat and mouse game, but she was ready for this to end. If she pissed him off bad enough, maybe he would kill her.
He dropped his gaze to her luscious breasts as he said, “ I think it’s time for you to see just how much of a man I am.”
He rolled her onto her stomach and pinned her head to the bed. “You are a whore, and I am going to show you how a whore should be treated.”
“You can take my body, but I will not bow down to you.”
***
HIS RESOLVE WAS ON the edge. He was the one that held her life in his hands and she continued to taunt him. As he rammed into her, he reached around and grabbed her breast, squeezing the nipple until he heard a soft whimper escape from her mouth. She was all talk; he sensed the fear building in her. This caused him to grow harder. His tempo picked up even more, thrusting harder and harder. His erection throbbed even more with her growing whimpers. He grabbed a whip he kept nearby and increased his torture on her.
The Hunter heard The Traveler talking to him, breaking his rhythm. “My friend, I’m glad you are enjoying yourself, but let’s not kill her just yet.”
The Hunter set the whip down. “You are right, my friend. When I have had my release, we will begin the dissection.”
He could feel her bravado slipping and terror building inside her. With each thrust, she tried to squirm away from him. She was screaming now. “No one can hear you scream. It’s just the three of us and my friend isn’t going to help you.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The Hunter rolled her on her back. He wanted to look into her eyes and see the fear, with each thrust inside of her.
David laughed mockingly, he knew he had finally broken her.
***
THE TRAVELER WAS PROUD of his decision to free The Hunter. The Hunter was turning out to be his one true friend, something he’d never had before. They both enjoyed talking about previous murders committed; sharing their passion without being condemned for it. He enjoyed the chance to share his hobby with someone else that embraced the same passion, truly understood the thrill.
The Traveler was also learning a lot from The Hunter. The Hunter taught him not to run from the impulses that drove him to kill, but to embrace them. Let them build up in him, until the need overcame him and then ride the wave.
The Traveler always thought of killing as a hobby. Now, after talking in depth with The Hunter, he knew it was a calling. It had taken root and become an addiction.