Of course, it was easy.
They followed me, out to the main street and along a walkway to a large park with ample trees to shadow it. The streetlight at the roadside barely illuminated more than a spits worth of the grassy area. Since this was nighttime, no one else was crazy enough to frequent a park. No sane woman would follow a strange man to one.
Unless that strange man was me, the Pied Piper of women.
I turned and held out my hands. “Welcome.”
What to do with my catch? Six girls in sweet dresses, short shorts, low-cut tops, jeans that cupped their asses, and one Tammy.
Getting them naked would be a good beginning. I always had ideas. I was a conductor of an orchestra where the instruments were lust and tits and cunts and asses, and they were always fun to play. Even when the instruments screamed. I should remember to gag those. The nearest houses were a fair distance, but it would be annoying to be disturbed, even if they told everyone how they’d volunteered to fuck me.
This was what I wanted. I inhaled.
Choice was doing one thing even when the other one tempted you? Her words.
There was another saying. If a tree falls in the forest and nobody sees it, did it even fall?
Red would never know.
But I would.
“You…” I began, except there was a slide of hesitancy in my voice, that was still going wait up, what if… should I really? Do I really want this?
I felt him coming before I saw him – blotting the air with anger. He strode in with the demon in his eyes, his murderous intent tearing the atmosphere. I read women, and it seemed men also when they were this fucking obvious.
Rex was walking in with a big knife hidden at his side. Had I seen the glint of metal? Maybe.
Hell. Not nice to mess with my plans.
I sighed and felt a bump of something inside me that I recognized a second later as relief.
He was coming up behind the group of women. I gestured, and Tammy ran to me and kneeled. She reached up to unzip me. A distraction was in order. Rex, poor boy, was not going to be a simple take-down since he was armed and bloody dangerous, as an Aussie might say.
Ladies A through to E were milling by then, watching him coming, though not distressed since I had them under control.
“Stop right there.” I held up my hand and tried technique one on Rex, douchebag ex-boyfriend. Also known as talking to him.
The rage was steaming off the pouty boy, and blood streaked his face, though with the poor lighting it was difficult to be sure of the latter. He’d had fists smashed into him, that I did know. Same as I knew Tammy was black and blue where he’d punched her.
I actually found that annoying and wrong. He dared to fuck with her? In a way, she was mine. Though not mine the same as Red.
He kept coming, rage steaming, knife concealed but obvious to me. His voice began with a low snarl. “I leave you, bitch, you come back and dare to give this asshole a BJ? Slut. Whore!”
He raised the knife.
Innocent and somewhat beaten Tammy, hand still on my crotch, half-turned and met his eyes, because I wanted her to.
Ladies A to E swamped him, hands slapping – nothing too violent, yet.
He swung, cursing them, unsure if he should stab anyone he didn’t have a personal hatred for, which was a big mistake. I stepped in and kicked him in the gut, twice, then grabbed his knife hand, wrenched at him and flipped him down, while the females dragged him all the way to the ground.
The knife had spun away.
They gagged him first by jumping his head into the dirt. I stood on that part of him while the sheer mass of them let them bring him to heel.
His yells were mostly muffled by earth.
Tied up with whatever the girls found to use – belts, bras, shirts, he was then strangled. Though his last breath had been taken, still they held him, garroted, muffled, legs twitching. His body shook into silence, forever. I handed them the knife after wiping it of fingerprints, then watched as he was hauled away to a car one of them fetched.
“Well done, ladies.” I pursed my lips.
Tammy? I let her remain kneeling.
This was not the way it had been meant to pan out.
Clearly.
Messy night. Murder. I’d sworn off murder, though since this was a male, perhaps it didn’t count?
And I should go too.
I watched the car full of ladies, and one dead man who would soon be buried, stabbed, and whatever they felt like doing, disappear in the direction of the outskirts of town.
Quiet in Borgeman – if you were this far from the pub. I did a slow circle, looking up at the bright stars above this piddly little town.
The properties around here were vast. They’d find somewhere to put him, and who would suspect dear little Tammy? Every man and his dog had laid a hand on that guy tonight. The women would alibi each other.
My eyesight had adjusted to the night, and I saw how the meagre grass was dotted with dandelions. Nothing belonging to him had been dropped. No one had followed him. Would anyone suspect this as the site of his demise?
It was a pretty neat murder. Not that I planned to become some sort of vigilante who saved women.
I assessed my feelings. I closed my eyes.
If I’d done as I had planned to, I would feel dirty right now. The pills were giving me a conscience, even if I didn’t like listening to it.
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