Bloodrush

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of the mattress. “No one’s calling the police tonight, dear.”
    The blonde waved the automatic at her. “Off the bed or I’ll fucking shoot you both.” Her lithe, toned body glimmered in a sheen of sweat, a result of the interrupted erotic exertions with her husband, boyfriend, whoever the fuck he was. The sight of her glistening skin stirred something in David, almost to the point of distraction. His eyes narrowed to slits as they traced the lines of her luscious curves. Drool collected at the corners of his mouth.
    And now the woman was scowling at him, a mixture of alarm, disgust, and disdain flashing in her eyes.
    David stroked his chin and continued to ogle the blonde woman. All he could think of was how much he’d love to feel those giant tits crushed against his chest. Only thing better would be the subsequent feel of her mangled flesh sliding down his gullet followed by the warm rush of her blood.
    A blur passed before David’s eyes. He heard a loud snap, followed by an agonized cry. The gun went spinning across the room. It banged against a closet door and dropped to the carpeted floor with a quiet thump. And now the blonde woman’s right wrist was broken and hanging at an obscenely unnatural angle. She scooted backward in the bed, cradled her mangled limb against her chest, and screamed. The man tumbled sideways, falling prone on the far side of the bed. He gaped at the sight of his woman’s broken wrist. His gaze jumped from Narcisa to David and back again, his face a study in wide-eyed, uncomprehending horror. He was a classically handsome type, with a chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and short, spiky hair. The good looks and the athletic physique made him the kind of guy David would normally envy and even kind of hate. David knew he was okay-looking enough in his own right, but nowhere near this dude’s league. This was the kind of guy who would always have whatever he wanted. Nice clothes, nice house, nice car, good job, and, of course, the hottest girl around. And he would certainly have more than enough scratch to buy that girl the flashiest, most expensive engagement ring possible, the kind David had been so desperate to give Janine.
    Janine. Jesus .
    It was the first he’d thought of her since being released from the chains. Thinking of her was like a slap in the face. A hard one. The terrified man’s expression changed, became almost hopeful. Which was ridiculous. He was going to die. How could he not know that? But Janine’s abrupt intrusion into David’s thoughts must have caused his face to convey doubt about what he was doing. And, in fact, it did stir a mild flicker of conscience. He experienced a dizzying moment of surreality, during which it struck him as insanely absurd that he was a participant in an apparent torture-murder scenario. The sensation deepened as he imagined what Janine would think if she could see him now.
    Mr. GQ slithered off the bed, stood erect, and backed up until he was against the wall. He glanced nervously to his left, where the bedroom door stood open. Any moment now he’d be making a dash for it.
    David gave his head a hard shake, clearing it—at least temporarily—of thoughts of Janine. A nasty, smirking half-smile twisted one side of his face. “Not thinking of making a run for it, are you?”
    The man was shaking. Tears leaked from his eyes. “Please. You don’t want to do this. I know it…I—”
    “You don’t know shit.”
    The man must have read something else in his expression now, because he dropped any further pleas for mercy and made an abrupt break for the door. David hurried after him, tackling him in the hallway. He was laughing as he took the man down, an evil, nasty madman’s cackle. He’d never moved so fast when he was alive. The man was screaming and thrashing, but David held him down easily, savoring the feel of the struggling thing beneath him. That’s what humans were to him now. Things. And this son of a bitch certainly

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