Suicide Serial by Matthew Boyd Read Free Book Online

the man, but he was already on top of her, pinning her beneath him with his weight. She clawed and spit at him like an animal. He placed the knife under her chin and began to increase the pressure until she stopped kicking and trying to bite him.
     
    Her strength started to wane after some time. The girl realized it was hopeless to fight him and began to cry in great, heaving sobs. The man maintained his position until she completely gave in. Her body began to relax at last and the tears gradually ceased. She had completely given in.
     
    Between a few whimpers, she managed, “Fine, freak. Go ahead and rape me. I hope the police catch you and castrate your ass!”
     
    The man smiled and pulled the knife away from her throat, holding it down by his side instead. “Good. I’m glad to see you’ve finally come around. I have no interest in raping you. Maybe now you will help me. Stand up.” Then the man reached out with his hand to again help her up off the ground. The look on her face was of utter shock and terror. How could this man want help from her after what he had done? She refused to take his hand, opting to remain on the grass, as far away from him as possible.
     
    “Emma…I’m not going to tell you again. Stand up now before I do something you regret.” Cautiously, she stood up, her body wet and freezing in the cool night air. She was shaking all over with cold and fear. “Good girl. Now, stand up on the railing and jump over it into the river.”
     
    She took a step back, bewildered. He pointed his knife directly at her and called out in a sing-song voice, “Don’t think of running from me again, Emma. I know where your family lives and I swear if you don’t do as I say I will not hesitate to kill you and your entire family. Perhaps dear ol’ Dad can die first? I can slit his throat while your mother and sister watch. Would you like that?”
     
    She began to cry again, “N-n-no…please. Don’t hurt them. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Get away from me!” She shouted and turned and ran again, surprising the man. They usually cooperated with him, but not this one.
     
    He took off after her, and lunged, knocking her down. Repeatedly, he drove the knife into her as she screamed. “Shut up! Shut up! You stupid bitch! You’ve ruined it!” The man growled into her ear as he plunged the knife deeply inside her. Within a few seconds, the screaming stopped. The man continued his assault until he ran out of breath and nearly collapsed to the ground. Emma lay on the sidewalk, dead, with blood pouring out of what looked like hundreds of stab wounds all over her pretty pink dress.
     
    His breathing finally slowed down. He looked around but saw no one. Her screams did her no good in the end. The man surveyed the scene. His clothing was soaked with her blood. He was almost certain that even an amateur crime scene sleuth would be able to find ample evidence of his presence here.
     
    “What a disaster. I knew I should have never taken one off the street.”
     
    He wiped his blood-coated hands on his jeans.
     
    “Maybe we can still count this one.”
     
    He rose to his feet and reached into his pocket, producing a chess piece of a pawn. He wiped it off with his shirt tail and placed it on the railing. The body of Emma Lane Fisher was almost finished bleeding out, and was beginning to get cold on the sidewalk. With a great deal of effort, the man grunted loudly and lifted her body. He staggered close to the edge and with a great heave, tossed her into the river below.
     

Chapter 7
     
     
     
     
     
    Jake suddenly opened his eyes, shaking off the now-distant nightmare where he re-lived the experience from the previous night. In this nightmare, the rope held taut and the masked man walked inside his house instead of leaving. He groaned audibly, his entire body sore, the stitches on the side of his belly alive with new pain. Jake winced as he downed the small cup of now-warm water on the small table