I SHALL FIND YOU by Ony Bond Read Free Book Online Page A

worst nightmare, Comrade Moto. That’s what they called you. This room is soundproof. Nobody will hear you if you scream. Listen to my story first. If you do I might not cut you and let you go.” He tore the clothes off a shivering Moto and threw them on the floor. “Looks like you wet yourself. Bad boy. Thought you stopped that when you were a baby. You won’t be needing these clothes any longer, comrade. Think I need this blade sharper.”
    He started sharpening the knife with a file.
    Moto screamed as he tried to break the chains. The killer slapped him hard on both cheeks, gagged him and placed the tip of the knife on his neck.
    “I want you to listen, you coward. I’m going to kill you because you deserve to die. Like you did the others. If you make any move, I’ll sink this blade into your neck. Got it?”
    Moto’s face was wet with perspiration. He nodded.
    “Good. Look at the wall. See those pictures? That’s the three blonde girls the police are looking for. I’m sure you’ve read about the blonde abductor. Now you know who I am. I killed those girls here after having my way with them first. I won’t do that to you. Touching other men isn’t my style. But I want you to listen to my story. The night’s still young. We have all the time in the world. You got your phone on you?”
    He licked the knife blade.
    Moto’s eyes bulged.
    The killer picked the torn slacks, pulled out the phone, opened it, removed the sim card, threw the phone on the floor and stamped on it. Pulled out the cash in a pocket and counted it.
    “You were right. Five hundred quid. Mm. You won’t be needing this where you’re going, comrade.” He pocketed it. “Let’s say it’s your parting gift to me. Now back to my story.”
    He spoke for a while about his past and why he was killing the girls.
    “Now I’ll come back to you, comrade. You tortured Godfree and killed his friend. I’ll use the same methods you did, and add my own inventions. Slice you on your back like a turkey, make you feel pain. It’s a pity Godfree isn’t here or see you scream and whimper like you made your victims do. Now it’s your turn. Bet you never thought you’d be bound, and tortured too like you did your victims, huh? As they say what comes around goes around. I call it karma, comrade. A time to pay back. I’m sure you realize now that Godfree never sent me. I planned it. You ran away from your country to hide here, even married and got a woman pregnant. Had the audacity to enjoy pizza and kebab too. You’re a real bastard. Call me a vigilante who’s getting rid of the bad guys. Comrade, I’m smarter than you. I will torture you until you die. And thanks for the cash. You aren’t even bright, Moto. And by the way, you need to know what else I’m going to do to you. Castrate you. I’ve done it once before. Hey, don’t be scared now. Enough talking now, comrade. I got work to do, so many techniques to try and perfect. It might hurt a little. Let’s see how brave you are.”
    When the blade made the first cut Moto shook as his body rose off the bed. But the chains held him down. Muffled sounds came through his gag. When Moto passed out he revived him and started again. Hours later he was ready to finish him off. He removed the gag from Moto and plunged the knife into his heart. Moto screamed as he twitched and grew silent. The killer took photos with the mobile phone he kept at home. Zipped the dead man in a black bag, placed it into the car boot and drove to his lake. Lifted the bag and dumped it in the water where it joined the other bodies. Back home he put his clothes in the washing machine. Now for a real hot bath surrounded by bubbles. Five dead people was not a bad number. How long before Moto’s wife reported her missing husband to the police?
    Before getting into bed the killer switched on the TV.
    And then he froze.
    Breaking news showed a picture of Tracy, the latest blonde victim. The announcer reported police had received a