Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 96

He looked at the black door and noticed the blood smear. Did he leave that there or was it left by one of the girls when he dumped them in the river? Maybe when he hit one against the door accidentally in his rush earlier?

Something caught his eye at his feet and he realised that there was an escapee.

Bending down he yanked the girl out by her hair, causing her to scream in agony and muttered, "This is no way for a guest to behave! Where were you headed, hey?"

The girl spat in his face and he dropped her. He ground his foot into her bandaged arm and kicked her in the ribs, before plucking her up again and punched her in the face until she was unconscious. He opened the door and lifted her in, throwing her on top of the silent girls in the car.

"I think I have been more than nice to you all. Is this how you repay my hospitality? Maybe we should all go for a ride again? Hmmm?"

With that he slammed the vehicle door shut and locked the doors. He grabbed a cloth and wiped his bloodied hands and then as an afterthought, he wiped down the van door and the floor. Nothing was going according to plan and he was anxious to be leaving with Sandra. Sure he loved his aunt but a fifteen minute visit was all he had hoped for.

"Who's that you are talking to darling boy?" yelled his aunt from the other room.

He must have been noisy for her to have heard. Damn!

"Noone! I was tidying your garage," he responded swiftly.

"Sounded like you were murdering a girl! Sounded like a scream. Was that you screaming like a girl? Did you hurt yourself?"

He ground his teeth in frustration and replied, "Yep. That was me. I hit my hand."

All he needed was her saying something stupid like that and the police would be all over him. The irony! Walking into the living room where his aunt was seated in front of her favourite show on television, he stooped and gave her wrinkled cheek a kiss.

"Do I look like I could kill a girl auntie?" he joked.

"My darling boy, you couldn't hurt a fly!"