MR. MANIAC

CHAPTER 9

Dean was done with the killing. He couldn't stand it, he couldn't deal with the thoughts of Lucy looking down on him, seeing what he's done. He imagined her disgust, along with her dead body every time he had a moment to think. And besides, he still couldn't satisfy that itch he needed to scratch. The killing was supposed to sate and satisfy the rage, the anger, the hopelessness, and the nagging twitching in his head, making his fingers shake, making him bite his lip, making him clench his jaw. He had a faint idea of what would help. Of what would scratch that terrible itch.

He had already jacked someone's car, hitching a ride to the nearest motel, stealing one from there. His destination was SoCo, he could find plenty of what he needed there. In severe abundance, and unknowing. And Dean knew the work he'd have to put in would be slight. And hopefully this time is more enjoyable, than snuffing out a light, so coldly. So boring.

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3 weeks later...

"Tell me what you really like. Baby I could take my time. We don't ever have to fight, just take it Step by step."

"I can see it, in your eyes. Cause they never tell me lies. I can feel that body shake, and the heat between your legs."

Dean danced freely, moving and lip syncing to the words of the song playing over the bluetooth stereo he stole from the women strapped down to the chair behind him, who looked on in confusion, disgust, and fear.

You've been scared of love. And what it did to you. You don't have to run, I know what you've been through."

Dean turned around, (still dancing) placing his hands on her arms. She wanted to scream but the gag was deep in her mouth. Tears jerked out the more she tried to do so anyway.

"Just a simple touch, and it can set you free. We don't have to rush, when you're alone with me."

He popped off the gag, and spinned her around in the chair. She let out loud screams, but they were drowned out by the music. Dean stroked her hair gently, looking at her like an owner to his pet. And started singing along with the hook. Spinning her towards him, grabbing her by her bloodied mouth, smiling. Giving her a devilish grin, then reverted back to lip syncing, she looked at him, crying. She couldn't shake her head (also tied up), no one could hear her screams. She simply cried, finding joy he couldn't take from her. As Dean slid his dick in her mouth, he moved it in and out, face fucking her slowly, then tightening his grip on her hair. She was cooperating, she was sucking it with no hesitation this time.

"Good girl. Took you long enough. I was a little worried there." Dean said with a snicker

He dialed back for a second, enjoying it. Relishing it, right before he slid the chair up against the wall. Letting her go on a little longer. Relieved in the fact she believed this would get her free. Placing one hand on her head, he guided her a little. Stroking her head back and forth, letting her do most of the work. Then placing the other hand on her head. Shoving it all the way into her mouth. At first she licked it, then started to choke, struggling and squirming as much as she could. Trying now desperately to breathe through her nose, Dean laughed. He took joy that he broke it earlier.

The girl cried more and more, literally choking on Dean's penis. Hacking and gagging, suffocating on her own saliva and his shaft. Her eyes began to roll back. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move, she couldn't scream. Dean held on still. Waiting until she went full numb and still. Keeping it in anyway just to make sure. Finally taking it out after a long 20 minutes. Finishing himself off, ejaculating on her face. Smacking her cheek with his tip, expecting her to wake up.

Taking joy that she didn't, he wasn't one for half measures. Grabbing the rope on his shelf a few steps away from the girl. He tied it around her neck, pushing the chair towards the stairs slowly, intently, patiently. Dean tied the other end to the banister and pushed the chair