Blood Lust: Portrait of a Serial Sex Killer by Gary C. King Read Free Book Online Page A

his privacy there,
at least until Jenny began to scream.
    Dayton promptly convinced Jenny that it was
time to get started. In apparent agreement, she slipped off all of
her clothes. Unable to find any bindings of his own, Dayton bound
her hands together with a restraint he fashioned out of the laces
of Jenny's tennis shoes, leaving her legs free. It wasn't the way
he liked it, but it would have to do. Kneeling on the floor of the
pickup's cab, with her upper torso resting on the seat, she waited
there, nude, for his next move. She was nearly helpless, his alone
to do with what he pleased.
    With little or no warning, Dayton, unable to
control himself any longer, reached over and removed a kitchen
knife from the glove compartment. Jenny, curious, struggled to
position her head where she could see what he was doing. When she
saw the knife and the viciousness in his eyes, she began to scream.
His mask was off, his dark side no longer suppressed. He was poised
there, momentarily still, like a black mamba ready to strike again
and again until its victim succumbed to its fervent attack.
    He enjoyed her wild display of fear, and it
quickly elevated his bloodlust to near fever pitch. Jenny's screams
were barely audible outside the pickup at first, because he had
closed the windows as a precautionary measure before tying her up.
Still, he had to move fast, then get out of there. The parking lot
wasn't like the Molalla forest. People would soon respond to
Jenny's screams.
    At first Dayton maintained a calculated level
of control over his actions. He made an incision on Jenny's back;
then, after she wrenched her body around, he made a deeper cut on
the nipple of one of her breasts. Jenny threw her head back and
screamed a guttural cry of terror and pain. Dayton knew there would
be no masturbating this time. Jenny was making too much noise, and
he couldn't take his time like he could in the forest. Instead, he
entered her fiercely, not with his penis but with the knife. His
body rigid, his fists clenched, Dayton came to life in the
flesh-and-blood nightmare he had created for Jenny. Jenny's pain
was tremendous, and her blood soon began to flow freely. The more
she struggled, the wilder and less controlled he became. She
squirmed and twisted with each slash, and the shoelaces binding her
nearly cut into her wrists. Jenny became hysterical, and would soon
welcome death as her only release from this monster's madness.
    Elated and delirious, Dayton plunged the
blade into her body again. He withdrew it slowly, deriving intense
pleasure from prolonging Jenny's agony. He began to shriek with
ecstasy as she continued to squirm and kick wildly, pleading for
her life, her screams somehow seeming eternal. The sight of her
blood brought on an erection, the most firm he'd ever had. God, how
he desperately wanted to masturbate, but there just wasn't enough
time. At any moment someone could come running to her rescue.
Laughing maniacally, he rammed the knife into her torso again,
pulled it out only to push it in again. It felt wonderful to him as
the steel blade passed through Jenny's flesh and sinewy tissue,
occasionally striking vital organs and bone. He repeated the
process over and over, in his mind erotically, until he felt as if
his penis would explode.
    Suddenly the laces gave way to the tremendous
force of her struggling and Jenny felt a brief moment of freedom.
Dayton, realizing that her bindings had come undone, lost what
little control he had left and began stabbing her more savagely, if
that was possible. He wouldn't let her get away; he couldn't, not
now. He had hurt her too badly, and to let her go would most
certainly place his freedom in jeopardy. He had to finish her off.
There was just no other solution. Besides, the bitch, through her
attempt at escape, had rejected him and she deserved to die. He
hated her now, just as he hated all women, almost as much as he
hated his own mother. Jenny was no different from any of the
others. He had