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I feel undone when he tells me to put my eyes back on him, and he tells me to cum for him. That he needs it. He begs me to cum as his finger does the work on my clit, talking me through it until I⁠—

“Ah…”

A wave washes over me. My whole body quivers, and I slump back into my bed. It takes me a minute to process it, but holyshit.

I just had my first orgasm…because of him.

CHAPTER FIVE

If Not Me, Then Who?

KANE

“Like I said, everything is fine. The police don’t seem to have any idea who I am. The video itself is choppy, and they have no footage besides that,” I grumble into my phone as I walk down my stairs from my apartment to the shop.

“Well, you should probably lay low for a while. They might be secretly watching. Waiting for your next move,” Mason replies.

“No, because if I do, they’ll think I’m afraid. They’ll know that there’s something identifiable enough in it that I went into hiding.”

“You’re a stubborn old man, you know that, right?”

I sigh as I lock the glass door to the shop. “I have a goal. I can’t let something as benign as this stop me.”

“So…what will stop you? What is this goal?” he asks.

I think for a moment, sticking my keys into the back pocket of my jeans and turning to head back upstairs. “I want to instill fear. As long as I can until…”

“Until?”

“Until I have a good enough reason to stop.”

What is it that I’m waiting for?

I hadn’t planned to become a “serial killer.” I simply needed an outlet for the rage and depression I had fallen victim to after Sadie and Mel…

“You know, no matter how many of those fuckers you kill, it won’t bring them back, right?”

“Of course I fucking know that. I—” I stop myself, taking a breath as I run my hand down my face. Bacon comes up to me, nudging my knee for attention as if he can sense my distress. “I just don’t know what else to do with myself. If I don’t stay busy, I’ll stew.”

“You would do better going on a dating website. I’m sure they make one for grumpy old men looking for MILFs,” he laughs.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep fucking laughing. This dog is already too much for me. No one would enjoy living with an old army vet who doesn’t leave his auto shop anyway.”

“You forgot that they probably wouldn’t want to date a serial killer,” he teases.

“I’m hanging up,” I say as I click the button.

Douchebag.

As if I need the reminder that I’m alone.

“What do you think, Bacon? Are we lonely?” I squat down and pet his head. He excitedly laps at my hands as I chuckle and try to scratch his cheeks. “I think we’re alright. I don’t take good care of people anyway,” I say with a sigh as I stand back up. “Tough it out. That’s all I gotta do.”

I walk over to the old, boxy computer in the corner of my bedroom. It still works fine enough, I don’t need anything fancy. I only use it to access the court’s records database and public criminal information, plus the sex offender tracker. Nifty shit the internet has added.

They’re basically setting these deviants in my lap. They make it easy as fuck to find them, and every single detail about them. If they didn’t make it onto the sex offender list, I can still find them. There are a few completely free websites in which all you need is someone’s full name and state of residency, and it will tell you everything.

Past addresses.