Who Is Logan Reed?

Victim 5

“When was the last time you held your tongue professor?” I said.

“Immm nemm forre” he slurred through the fabric between his teeth. 

“That’s what I thought.” I move around this shaking body and whisper into his ear. “You know how many students you failed just so you could get there money? How many lies you let slip off your tongue?”

His brow wrinkles and terror fills his eyes. I look at the beautiful masterpiece I have created. A sweaty middle aged man nailed to a wooden chair. Five nails through each radius, four iron pins through each femur and a screw drilled through each knee cap. He passed out half way through the first knee cap so I waited till he woke up to continue. I wanted to see the misery displayed in his eyes as the screw twisted his flesh and shredded his bones. 

“lemm meh gooh” he screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks. 

“Don’t worry sir after tonight no one is ever going to be fooled by your wicked tongue” 

His eyes shot open as I revealed my pocket knife and brought it up to his mouth. His whole body winced as I sliced off the gagging cloth. He released a sigh of relief and I began to lose control of my laughter. 

“wh…whats so funny?” he stammered. 

“You truly are a fool.” and with that my expression hardened. I moved in to open his mouth but his jaw closed around my finger. 

“Ahhh you bastard” I said through my teeth. I pressed on his the screw logged into his knee cap and he released his jaw. “We can’t have you doing that again” 

I slip one whole hand into his mouth and grab a hold of his bottom jaw and yanked. 

******************************

“A college professor was found dead this morning in his office nailed to a chair. Police later discovered that the man’s tongue was removed and stapled to his hand. Police are saying the murder is a man between the ages of 30 and 40 years old due to the strength it took to restrain the young professor.” Really it wasn't that hard to get him restrained. After he took a stapler to the back of the head he became immobile. 

“There were no witnesses and are no traces of DNA. If you know anything dial 911 immediately. Thats all for the news on 98.3 Jackson’s number one news station….” 

“Can you believe that? His tongue was cut out!” Troy said. He offered to pick me up this morning and since I haven't been spending “quality time” with him I accepted the proposal. 

“Can you imagine the amount of blood?” he asked.

“Oh it was everywhere” I smirked under my breath. 

“What did you say babe?”

“I said that poor innocent man!” 

In attempts to comfort me Troy rested his hand on my thigh and moved his thumb in circles. Still nothing. 

Troy babbles on about this weeks basketball game and how they’ve been preparing for this all season. I make sure to reassure him that I will be attending the game. I have nothing better to do since my wrists still are tender. 

“What happened?” Troy said with a worry look on his face as he examined my wrists. 

“I’m fine, really. I just burned myself while cooking” I say as we pull into the school parking lot. 

“Really? Well I hope you get better soon” he leans over the middle counsel and brushes his lips across mine. He fell for that?

My body freezes, he noticed and pulled back. I can see the defeat in his eyes so I grab his face in my hands and lock our lips. His hands immediately find my hair and tenderly runs his hands through it. 

I don’t want him. I need him to want me. 

Slowly his hands run down my back to my hips and drags me to his side of the seat so I straddle both his hips. Lucky for me his Ford Truck is very spacious and easy to move around. As I’m about to make my way down to his neck the first bell rings. 

“Oh shit, I have to go” I say scrambling to get my stuff and fix my hair.

“Hey whats the rush?” Troy says with lust evident in his eyes. He is breathing hard, his auburn hair is tasseled from my fingers, his lips are swollen and an obvious bulge has formed in his pants.  

“I have class” I shrug. 

“So. Stay with me and I can give you a lesson” he winks.

I roll my eyes and give him a quick peck on the lips before opening the door. “Bye” 

“Bye”

I use the reflection in the window to check my hair one last time. I halt. 

A scorching wave of heat runs from the roots of my hair down every vein in my body to the tip of my toes. 

In the reflection there he stood watching from a far, stalking his prey.

Leaning against a yellow bug dressed in dark jeans, a plain black shirt and white converse was the hunter. 

WHAT?! Who is this mystery guy?! I guess your going to have to wait and see.

Sorry about posting so late but I misplaced my computer for a few days. So I've been having anxiety because I couldn't update. Anyway I hope y'all are liking this story as much as I enjoy writing. Please comment your opinions good or bad and don't forget to vote. Peace out! 

M.B.<3