Turning Back Time [Jeff The Killer : Homicidal Liu]

Filling an Order

Jeffrey was surprised by his brother's reaction a few days ago. He hadn't expected him to actually go through with it. Even with his little persuasion.

He had another idea for his baby brother. Something he knew Liu wouldn't do. At least, not yet anyways. Jeffrey had a lot of conditioning in mind for little Liu.

Jeffrey stared down at the feminine body curled up on the hard floor. It seemed that Liu didn't like his make shift bed made up of clothes. Jeffrey never really needed a bed because, well, he couldn't sleep!

"Hey kid, get up", he said, nudging Liu's thin stomach with his foot. There was no response.

"Listen to me! Get up!" Jeffrey used his foot to push Liu's shoulder over and make him lie flat on his back. Liu's shoulder made quite the impact, causing him to jolt awake.

"Ow", he whined. He lay sprawled out, his left hand caressing his pained right shoulder.

"What was that for", Liu asked, carefully propping himself up on his elbows.

Jeffrey stood over him, bending at the waist so his face was in front of Liu's.

"Well sir", he said, his breath hot and rancid. "We got a special order today."

Liu scooted back, bumping into a box on his way. The proximity between them was too close for comfort.

Jeffrey snapped up straight and laughed. No matter what Liu's hands may be capable of, he still seemed like a meek little kid too aware of the real world.

"Aw, don't be shy", he mocked. He stuck out his fat tongue, making a face at Liu. Not that he really needed to try.

Jeffrey walked off, leaving Liu to himself for now. Today he was actually killing someone for a reason. His hands weren't going to have the blood on them though.
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A low sigh escaped Jeffrey's lips. The woman in his arms writhed constantly, making it difficult for him to keep a grip and carry her.

"Hell, it's always easier to kill you. That brat is making my job harder."

Jeffrey set the tied up woman on the ground. He held her arm tightly, keeping her up right. With his free hand, he punched her temple, hopefully only knocking her unconscious.

He grabbed the woman again, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. It would of been so much easier if he could have done this at her house. Would making Liu do this be punishment enough for his troubles? Jeffrey continued to weigh on this question until he got to the warehouse.
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"Honey, I'm home", he yelled out mockingly as he opened the door.

From behind a box Jeffrey spotted the sandy color of Liu's hair. Slowly his figure emerged, a mix of terror and relief in his eyes.

"Planning on killing me", Jeffrey teased noticing the knife in his hand. The look in his eyes thrilled Jeffrey, like Liu was afraid he would hurt him on the thought alone.

"N-no", he stuttered. He dropped the knife, sliding it to Jeffrey to show he meant no harm.

Jeffrey stopped the knife with his foot and laughed. The body bumped rhythmically on his shoulder with the rise and fall of his chest, eventually finding its way to the floor with a thud.

Jeffrey left it there, picking up the knife loosely. He walked over to the cowering Liu, placing a hand on his shoulder. He moved from it, as if Jeffrey's hand had burned through his shirt.