My Girlfriend Is A Serial Killer [G!P] [COMPLETED]

Chapter 35

Mature content warning!!

2 weeks later

Somewhere in the middle of the city inside a hotel room, there was movement in the bathroom. The heat from the shower was fogging up the small space. The bathroom was tiny, but it gave him enough privacy.

Thirteen years. He waited thirteen years for this moment, and when he finally saw her again, she was married. She was already someone else's. He knew what happened in the past was his fault. He knew she would never forgive him.

But for him, his only crime was love, loving her to the point where he didn't mind who gets hurt. He had no regrets.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He traced along the bruise on his face that was given by her. Even if it physically hurt, he was happy she recognized him after all these years. Even if it was hatred, she still felt something for him. Now that he had met her again, he wasn't going to let go.

He would have to be careful now. He had to wait until the heat dies down. He really thought he could have gotten rid of the wife by this point. But fate had other plans. She was saved. By none other than herself.

As he stripped out of his clothes, he wondered about her. Her adorable face. The cute bunny teeth. The fire in her eyes. In his mind, she would look 15 forever. He had never stopped thinking about her. Freen! She was all he ever wanted, and he never got her.

When he looked down, he realized his heart wasn't the only organ on overdrive. He licked his lips and stepped into the shower. A steady stream of hot water beat against his skin. He closed his eyes and pictured her face and groaned in pleasure as he reached down to stroke himself while not at all minding to supress his moans. He was pretty vocal in these times as he moaned out her name. Freen!!

But what he hadn't been aware of was the presence in the darkness waiting for him like a predator waiting to tear apart its prey.

He felt his high rising, as he went faster and his moans getting louder, but before he could reach there, everything went dark. He succumbed to the darkness.

A blinding pain burned his insides as he opened his eyes. It was as if a bomb went off inside his head. He felt disoriented, extremely ill, bile creeping up to his mouth, but he swallowed it hard.

Did he slip? He could feel something dripping down his skin and pooling around his ears. He could smell it, taste it. Blood. He tried to scream but felt something on his mouth. He was gagged, not only that he was blindfolded.

He felt the fear creeping up on him. He realized he didn't have any clothes on, still wet from the shower. He was laid down on something cold, and he could feel the chill rush over his body.

Then he remembered what the detectives told him, the killer? The killer had a pattern. The killer had a type.

But what had he done to fit the killer's list? All he had done was love freen. Cherish her. What happened to her girlfriend was unexpected. He did not expect it to happen the way it did. And he stayed away. He gave her time and time to recover. But when he found her again there was someone else. Again! But he didn't hurt becky. He only tried to do the right thing, his job, and it would just be a bonus if the rapist could have gotten rid of her.

But he had failed and miserably at that. Not only that, but now he found himself at the mercy of a killer.

"Usually cops go after me, this is the first time i went after them." Someone spoke. The voice was vaguely familiar.

Footsteps paced around him in a circle as if a predator would circle its prey. He struggled to get free. The person didn't make a sound, but a gloved hand whipped across his cheek, a warning to stop struggling. He stilled, completely like a statue.

The tip of something cool and hard pressed into his throat without enough pressure to cut through the skin but left a red mark nonetheless, as it was dragged down over his chest then his stomach and finally stopping at his private part. The blade gently landed against his penis.

He started screaming against the gag in his mouth. He was utterly terrified.

"I already wanted to make this as painful as I could. And notice my surprise when I finally find you, you were getting off thinking about someone else's wife. Now tell me."

He could feel the blade leaving his skin.

"Isn't that wrong?" The person growled.

He wanted to scream an answer, but nothing came out. There was a silence after which he heard the faint swish of the blade cutting through the air and finally landing on its previous position, but this time piercing through his skin as he felt him drowning in agony. The figure leaned over him, removing his blindfold and the gag. His screams echoed off the wall. He saw for the first time piercing green eyes staring at him.

"I could just chop it off and be done with it. But this is personal and I would really like to take my time."

He was painfully aware of everything the killer was doing.

"Don't worry the chances of you bleeding out dying. When I chop it off is unlikely. You can live without it. But do you deserve to live?"

He thrashed wildly as the blade digged deeper, tears streaming down his face.

"Scream all you want." The killer sliced through him.

"No one is going to hear you."

When it was done, as if on display, the killer showed the severed part of his body out to him. He shuddered at the sight.

"Just fucking kill me.." He begged.

"We will get to that. I promise."

At this point he was begging to die. The pain was unbearable.

The killer continued with the torture without any seriousness as if a student would do their art project, a singer would sing a simple note. The killer watched their work of art, the blood flowing as he slowly bled to death.

Now all that's left was setting the scene after the kill. That was the most fun part. Transport him to a public location, and make a show of it.

That night the city's deraged hero had struck again.