you're going out with a bang.

“good.” she responded simply. all she needed was the sound of his confidence and hers was boosted another notch. “oh, so is this you confirming it then? i’m looking forward to learning some tips from you.” calla’s intuition rarely lead her astray. she had to slow her mind from going through a ton of varying situations. thinking about it now was just going to distract her from all the current tension rising between the two of them. she paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and moving them to the back of her mind. her novel isn’t what mattered at this very moment. “of course. you’d probably use the company.” she joked back with him. calla liked that she managed to get him to joke back with her, the mood they had going between them had her captivated, especially now with her other thoughts moved aside. “perfect. don’t worry about the money anyway, we can worry about that later.” she followed his lead into the empty room, guiding the door closed behind her. once she stepped toward him, she wrapped her arms around her neck. “about that connection…” she didn’t know if he was used to the female taking control with him during a situation like this, but she was hoping his reaction would tell her that answer.

“yes we will.” she responded confidentially. she didn’t scare easily and she was looking forward to showing david that. she had a feeling he was looking forward to telling her, so he could get some kind of reaction out of her, she was having fun entertaining the thought as they walked. “you’re holding me to my perhaps? you better do something great to earn that then.” the words danced off her tongue before her mouth formed a smirk. in moments the build up of teasing would turn into actions, soon the two of them would be alone in a room together. calla never would of pictured putting herself into such a situation with someone she had figured out to be a murderer. but she also didn’t realise she’d end up finding one so damn intriguing. “i want to learn from you, not visit you in prison. i’m not one of them.” she continued down the road with him, knowing exactly which motel he was talking about. the only one in town. “a motel room sounds great.” a few more strides and the two of them had made it there. the next few moments were kind of a blur, she was so into the moment, before she knew it they were completely alone and she was setting down her jacket. turning to face him she met his gaze. she paused for a moment before stepping herself closer to him. 

           “been drunk all weekend?” he eyes the man, a smirk freely placed on his face. he’s enjoying this, likes to see the guy whine. and then he’s getting a good ol’ sap story, one that he doesn’t really care to hear. “poor baby, yeh life must have been total shite.” his smile has teeth and a bite. he sneers, top lip pulling up on one side to review one sharp canine. “oh that’s generous of yeh, but from the sounds of it, yeh sound all used up. i’ll take my prick somewhere where me dick won’t fall off, don’t want to catch anythin’ nasty.”

           he dodges the words that slide out of david’s mouth, couldn’t care more to egg him on. besides, it was nice to see that smile slow to a stop. the quick jab at his age doesn’t go unnoticed, cocking his head to the side is his only true response. after a moment he shakes his head lightly, takes out his gun and cocks it. the safety was never on in this town. he doesn’t miss a beat, simply fires it dangerously close to david’s head. “yeah and these fossils of mine, have a bedtime. hurry up, and i’ll take you in for murder.” he finishes with a wink.

misha could have been there sooner – wanted to be there sooner in fact, but they didn’t want to seem too eager. they’d learned early on to always make sure the client thought that they weren’t getting anything but money out of the encounter. if they kept the illusion of emotional distance they kept from imploding on the spot. so instead they’d taken a minute to put on the matching bralette and panties they’d just gotten in the mail and had a shot. 

once they’d found the right door they knocked, and when instructed, pulled the door open and went in, shutting the door and remaining facing the door. before they turned around to face david, they pulled their tshirt off and turned the lock. 

         while they’re not late, david has the AUDACITY to be irritated that they aren’t early. he’s PAYING for this, and of course that means that even a mild INCONVENIENCE is absolutely outrageous. ignoring the fact that he does WORSE at his own job on a daily basis. it’s ALLOWED when he does it, obviously. luckily ( or not ) he’s easily DISTRACTED from his very justified annoyance, and the moment misha steps inside, his mind takes a different turn.

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she thought for a moment, a proper smirk on her face. “i’ll get back to you on that one.” calla thought about all the different people she had run into, david definitely was on the side of more interesting, he had this way about him. “that was before you met me.” she told him simply followed with a shrug, though keeping the note about a trash can in her mind. what could he possibly be into? she turned around to face him, noticing the grin on his face. “perhaps you’ll get your wish…” she placed her hand along his jawline for a moment, equipped to know he was going to make sure of that, before spinning back around so she could face the direction they were headed in. the two of them seemed like a dangerous duo in her head, not necessarily in a bad way. but the attraction and intrigue was bound to lead them somewhere and she wanted to know exactly where that would be. “you think the girl that writes about murder is going to rat you out to the cops?” her words were playful, joking back with him, clearly that was not her intention. “fairly normal…is that going to be a problem?” 

          a disgusted scoff leaves her, head turning to the side so she doesn’t have to see him, wants nothing more to not have to feel him. she wishes she still had her active imagination from when she was younger, wishes she could close her eyes and take herself somewhere else. used to do it all the time in this desert wasteland. but it does the opposite now, her eyes close and she become hypersensitive to his bruising touch on her skin. so she keeps them trained on the wall, where the stupid cat picture was taped up. ‘hang in there’

          the change in his tone almost doesn’t register, she just wants nothing more than to flush him out. the first punch shocks her, a pained gasp. the next has her panting, the taste of blood in her mouth. the last one has her quiet besides the ragged breaths, eyes closed now. she’s limp under him, savors the pain that has blocked his touch. the side of her face throbs, can feel it beginning to swell. besides knowing that she most likely wont be making out of this alive, she can’t help but think about going into work with the bruises, how would she explain?

          her eyes stay closed as she begins to wiggle under him again, it’s weak, but she doesn’t want to give up just yet. besides.. he did say she could wiggle as much as she likes. 

         the side of her face is already DISCOLORED and swollen, far prettier to him now than it was UNMARRED. he can only imagine how she’ll look in death, face GRAYED, skin cold, rot eating away at the soft CURVES in her flesh... it almost has him squirming on top of her. has him impatient. it’s a shame that even the earliest signs of DEATH don’t begin to appear for hours after the last breath has left the body. he reconciles that with the idea of taking her broken body home with him, with being able to WATCH each and every change happen.

         farrah’s pitiful WIGGLING breaks his train of thought, his lip curling into a feral grin. ❝ i think i’ll leave your face for later, ❞ he purrs, sliding down to CROUCH between her legs. runs his hand over the smooth FLESH of her calf. ❝ if you kick me,  ❞ he warns, tracing the tip of his KNIFE against her inner thigh; ❝ i’m going to SEVER your spinal cord. ❞ david’s tempted to do it, anyway, but... the unfortunate unwanted effect of doing so is that she won’t be able to FEEL ANYTHING, anymore. he wants her in pain. he’ll leave it as PUNISHMENT, for now.

          david is right, and thomas drawls back at his comment. what would he do if david decided to go back, a repeat of the abuse? thomas doesn’t KILL when he feels like it, only when god WANTS it. because that’s what it was, right? impulses really the hand of god? in his own sick twisted belief, it was. “god will have a plan for you.” he hisses out, his face flushed with anger. even now with his hands beginning to shake from his self awareness, thomas only hopes that this little fight would push his impulses to the surface.

          his knuckles have began to tear from david’s face, little rips of pain that keep his hands warm. he swallows hard, has to close his eyes to THINK. why was it so hard to follow through with the plan, it was supposed to be simple, something he had done before to others. but david so clearly wants the pain, and it only confuses thomas more. “no!” he bares his teeth at the man below him, knuckles turning white as his grasp tightens. “you want pain, i’m not giving that to you.” 

           readjusting himself, thomas now enclosed david. knees on each side, but hovering above him. his grips looses so he can rest both of his hands on david’s shoulders, pressing him further into the ground. “the sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you-” heavy lids close as he begins.

         god will have a plan for you. david sneers. YEAH, RIGHT! even if there is some sort of grand plan, some ALL POWERFUL entity, they’re very clearly not concerned about the state of the world and its people—or they like it this way. after all, an OMNIPOTENT being could just snap its fingers and set EVERYTHING right again, couldn’t it? could strike him down where he kneels. and yet, there’s no thunder, no LIGHTNING—just them. ❝ you’re pathetic! ❞ he spits, DISDAIN glittering in his eyes.

         what kind of PERSON finds it difficult to hit someone like him? pastor thomas doesn’t need a court of law to prove the GROTESQUE things he gets up to. david’s taken his ACTIVITIES right onto holy ground itself, had a witness CONFESS his sins, and yet... he’s not hitting him anymore. it’s MADDENING! ❝ you’re such a tease, tommy. you really came out here just to give me a few scrapes? i thought you wanted to STOP ME. ❞

“understanding?” she thought about it for a moment before laughing a a little. “i guess that’s better than the alternative. has anyone ever asked you for details before?” she questioned, smirking at him. “are you feeling a connection with me or just my boobs?” she teased, though she felt some sort of something with him. calla wasn’t really sure what the something was, but she didn’t plan to fight it. “my place is over in canyon court, if you wanted to head over there. though i have a problem seeing your place.” she thought about it for a moment. if her instincts were right and he was actually a killer. she was pretty sure of it. going with him to his house would require some trust, but getting a feel for his environment would also help with her novel. “i’m sure you know where canyon court is, so i’ll let you decide. lead the way.”

she could happily admit that she loved the attention she was getting, she couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something that made being around him intoxicating. she slightly tilted her head to the side and followed it with a shrug. “honestly? no i’m not really concerned. do you come out as a maybe murderer often? we’ve got to have some sort of trust building.” her gut was telling her that he was for real, but still if he was going to help with her novel, could she really be that bothered? maybe it was the current sexual tension in the air clouding her judgment, but she felt that she could enjoy their mutual benefit. “i think i can agree with you then.” she replied with a smirk, noticing him eyeing down her clothes. “we should probably get out of here then.” she placed her hand on his and moved it further up her thigh for him before she stood up from her chair and made her way over to the door. 

          david hasn’t been WAITING long, but impatience has already risen its ugly head. it’s only been about ten minutes, and yet... he feels as though he’s been PLAYING around with his knife for LITERAL HOURS. the worst side effect of sociopathy: BOREDOM. it went without saying that he’s already started DRINKING, too. maybe it isn’t a good idea to drink half the bottle in so little time, but none of his ideas are made with CONSEQUENCES in mind. especially not when there’s IMPATIENCE involved.

“Honestly, I have not missed Arizona summers,” Jacky admitted, using the papers she had once been writing on to fan herself. “It’s muggy in New York, but never this bad.”

          “how degrading.” he snorts and crosses his arms. “whats one more day without it goin’ to do? i mean i can’t pass up a free blow, but i’m not lettin’ yeh in today buddy.” he reaches out and clasps a calloused hand on the others shoulder, “yeh need to lay of the drinks, ya smell like that santa that tried touchin’ me. filthy bastard.”

          where his fingers go, her skin burns. she’s disgusted with not only him, but with herself. with how she had let this happen, there were so many steps she had tried to follow in order for an event like this to not happen. yet here she was, laying under a predator, waiting for him to rip out her throat. it hurt less knowing that her grandmother wasn’t inside the house, had taken a tumble and broke her hip the day before. she was coming home in two days, hopefully it wasn’t her that would find farrah.

          he’s baiting her, taunting her with his offered ear. and it physically makes her sick. her body sits uncomfortable under the weight of him, with enough strength she’d tear through his earlobe if desired. but instead she laughs, laughs loud an obnoxious laugh. “you are so dumb.” she’s wildly aware that she’s not only talking about him, she can feel the fight already leaving her. she’s tired, maybe has been for years now. her mouth opens to say something else, but instead she begins to thrash around under him once more. bucking her hips, trying to throw him off. head straining to slam into his own. anything.  

         david can APPRECIATE the irony of the situation. that he’s managed to WIGGLE into a fox’s den despite her best efforts to keep CREATURES like him out. it’s always the simplest of MISTAKES that lead his victims to their downfall. forgetting a good NAVIGATOR, walking down the block by themselves... forgetting to lock a WINDOW. nothing that anyone thinks about. things that OTHER PEOPLE, luckier people, do a thousand times without even a hint of a repercussion. but all it takes is one predator to be out LURKING, hoping that someone will make those little errors, ready and WILLING to capitalize on them.

         you are so dumb. he likes the FIGHT in her, likes the way she spits and HISSES at him like the alley cats he used to rip apart. the TOOTHY GRIN splitting his face in two makes it more than OBVIOUS that he isn’t concerned by her thrashing. he wants it to continue. hates when they give up easily. ❝ oh, yeah, babe, ❞ he moans, GRINDING his hips down on hers; ❝ keep BUCKING like that. you’re hitting me in all the right places. ❞ to him, it’s a joke. a game. he’s making fun of her like they’re SCHOOLYARD CHILDREN.

“no, i’m not. I seem to have found exactly what I was looking for.” she bit down subtlety on her bottom lip as she left her eyes on him. “I don’t think you’re a lunatic.” her response was quick, taken back a little by how obvious he was being while looking her up and down. “murder isn’t supposed to be pretty, I’m not exactly worried.” she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering, undeniably the girl wanted to know it all, every little detail he could give to her would help her out in the long run. she eyed his hand on her leg before bringing them back up to look at him, wanting him to know that she was aware of what he was doing. “perhaps I do, but what kind of girl would that make me if I gave into you just for some information?” she asked, but she knew she was already contemplating it. He had something she wanted and clearly it worked both ways, she didn’t mind, so why couldn’t they just mutually benefit from this situation? She leaned herself closer to him, making the space between them almost invisible. 

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