“Fine.”
“You like it rough, huh?”
With wide eyes, Kelsey looked at him, and she held up her trembling hands. “I didn’t tell her anything. I obeyed you just like you told me to.”
“She didn’t tell me shit. I can hear what you’re doing in there. If I wasn’t hooked up to this damn oxygen, I’d join you.” Wanda laughed.
What a fucking vile woman. I’m going to enjoy killing you.“That’s funny, Wanda.”
After twenty minutes, the man stood up, prompting Kelsey to jump off the couch. As they walked to her bedroom, he heard Wanda call out, “Have a good time.”
“We will.” He closed the door.
Two hours later, the sheets drenched in blood, Kelsey lay face down on the mattress, her face unrecognizable. He pulled out the speculum he’d used to sexually assault her after he’d raped her over and over, choking her until he climaxed hard. Placing his torture devices in his black bag, he sat on the cheap wooden chair near her bed, smiling. His excitement had been at an all-time high that night. The maltreatment of Kelsey had been intensely gratifying, and he could only imagine how he’d feel when he had Kylie in his possession.
In the madman’s world, punishment rape was the way to avenge acts committed by members of a girl’s family, like a brother or father. Jerry had fucked Kylie, so in the twisted mind of the murderer, his sister had to be raped. Things got out of hand, and her murder wasn’t intended, but he couldn’t control himself. The more Kelsey whimpered and cried through her gag, the more he wanted to hurt her. Of course, deep down, he knew he was bullshitting himself; a dark, dangerous part of him wanted to choke the life out of her, then unleash his fury on her lifeless body. He loved every second of it.
And now he’d choke the life out of Wanda. He figured he’d be giving Jerry a bonus with that death. He shouldn’t, especially since Jerry had stuck his cock inhisKylie, but he couldn’t really blame him. Kylie was tempting as sin, and she should’ve controlled the situation with Jerry; after all, men were weak to a woman’s pussy. He’d have to teach Kylie a lesson, but he wouldn’t disfigure her face as he had Kelsey’s. Kylie was too pretty, too precious. Maybe he’d keep her, even though retribution required he kill her for the sins of her father. He wondered if she liked rough sex.
Smiling, he went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower to wash off all the blood. After putting on a clean set of clothes, he strode out to the living room where he noticed Wanda’s head back and mouth open, a thin line of drool trickling from the corner. He picked up the faded orange throw pillow and stood next to her. As if she sensed something, he watched her eyes flutter open.
She cleared her throat and shifted to sit straight. “You want something?” Her sleep-bleary eyes peered at him.
“I wanted to say good-bye.” He reached over and turned off her oxygen tank.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasped.
With a flat, cruel smile, he placed the throw pillow firmly over her face and ignored her panicked thrashing as her ability to breathe lessened. With a steady hold on the pillow, and his knee pressed against her stomach, he made it near impossible for Wanda to take a full breath. Slowly, she went limp, and he presumed she’d lost consciousness. Placing the pillow back on the couch, he took out the duct tape he’d had Kelsey purchase for their sex play, wrapping it over Wanda’s mouth and nose after binding her hands and legs tightly with it. Then he sat on the couch and waited until the occupants in the other trailers went to sleep. He depended on the darkness to allow him to slip away undetected.
As the trailer park slept, he crept away, a feeling of accomplishment coursing through him.
And very soon, Kylie would be his. At last.
Chapter Thirty
The following morning,Jerry arrived at the trailer amidst a swarm of badges and yellow tape that looked like streamers after a wild party. Face taut, he walked up to a guy in a suit who acted like he was in charge. “I’m Wanda’s son. What the fuck happened here?”
The detective’s gaze lingered on Jerry’s cut. “Do you have any identification?” Jerry handed him his driver’s license, which he reviewed before handing it back to him. “We need you to go inside and identify the bodies. The one in the back bedroom is pretty bad, but from your affiliation, I’d guess you’ve probably seen worse.”
Jerry ignored his comment. “I’m ready.” He followed the badge up the stairs he’d taken so many times since he’d become reacquainted with his mom and sister. He entered the living room, his eyes immediately going to the recliner as they always had. Wanda looked like she was dozing except for the duct tape wrapped around her mouth and nose. His gaze skimmed down to her tightly bound hands and feet and he ground his teeth together, his body growing hot. Even though she had plenty of faults, and never gave a shit about Jerry or his siblings, Wanda didn’t deserve to die like that.
“Is that Wanda Kenyon?”
He jutted his jaw and nodded. “Yeah. That’s her.”
“I’m sorry,” the detective offered while Jerry stared at the lifeless body of the woman who’d given birth to him. “Another woman was found in the bedroom.”
Jerry knew the detective would lead him to Kelsey’s room. When he walked in, the savagery of the attack shocked him.What fuckin’ animal does this to an innocent woman?She lay face up, although she didn’t have a face, just tissue and bone mashed together in a congealed, bloody pulp. Her body was bruised and swollen, and he averted his eyes from its nakedness, looking down at her feet. The familiar red rose tattoo right above her ankle punched him in the gut, and a lump formed in his throat. He swallowed hard then cleared his throat. “It’s my sister.”
The detective raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”
“I know my own fuckin’ sister. It’s her.” Jerry scanned the room, and he noticed scratch marks on the headboard that he hadn’t seen when he’d dropped by a few days before. Glancing at her thighs, he saw the angry whip marks covered in bruises and his blood turned to ice, his instinct telling him the guy she was dating was responsible for the carnage.
“When’s the last time you saw your mom and sister?” the detective asked as he flipped his notebook open.
Jerry scrubbed his face with his hand. “A few days ago.”
“Did you get in a fight with either of them?”
