A/N Andrea Hopper A.K.A meme101 & Shane Chowdhury A.K.A ShaneChowdery had co-wrote this story
He was of an unknown origin with a mysterious past as his history left traces of terror upon his victims. He was nameless, except for his pseudonym of Kisser…the romantic action in which he graciously performed to his victims.
The way he finds his victims is by their appearance; they must be female with brown hair and blue eyes. When he finally finds one who possesses potential, he starts to learn what they do each day, so when the day comes he will take them and kiss them.
Nikki Aspire was beautiful…her hair was brown and her eyes were blue with a resemblance of pure innocence within her beauty. Her figure was petite and her personality was vulnerably quiet, and these characteristics followed her as she missed her bus and was required to walk home and be enclosed within the cold night.
And then it began to rain…the droplets were large and the temperature was chilled. The precipitation dampened her clothing and sent an intensifying feeling of coldness as she remained stranded within the depressing climate.
There was pure silence within Nikki’s environment, but this was immediately broken by the startling roar of an engine. The engine belonged to a vehicle that she spotted—a black Mustang, she presumed. She was not an expert with cars, but she was well aware of its mysteriousness.
Its window rolled down and revealed its driver.
“Would you like a ride?” the voice was mature and soothing and settling…she was immediately intrigued—almost as if she had been hypnotized—and politely gave the man her response: “Yes, please.”
“Where do you need to go, madam?” She gave the stranger her address, and she quietly and politely remained in the passenger seat as the vehicle began to transport the couple through the everlasting rain.
The vehicle turned onto her street and progressed down the asphalt of the road; however, the acceleration remained constant as the driver made absolutely no effort to slow down and seize their movement in front of Nikki’s home.
“You missed my house” she said in a scared and anguished voice.
“I know; there is a better place for you to be tonight…” the man said with that irresistible tone of his voice. The journey with its unknown destination continued until they pulled into a dark and creepy alley.
And then the man escorted Nikki from the car and into a door within the alley, leading her into his warehouse. As the man showed her around the moonlight was shining in from the cracked and broken windows, illuminating the room and revealing only a bed and a rug.
And then he began kissing her. Nikki was being unwillingly locked under the effects of the man’s force…the Kisser’s force of dedicated love and passion being thrust onto her lips. And before she could protest in disgust, the lips of the Kisser were replaced with the blade of a knife.
The edge was sharp and jagged as it pierced through her lower lip and emerged through her upper lip—both of Nikki’s lips were skewered with the carefully positioned knife of which was in the hands of the sick and sadistic man.
The Kisser worked quickly as he exercised his agile hand that was wielding the weapon; he began to saw the knife back and forth upon its serrated edge, so carefully with expertise that was obtained through experience, and so quickly and swiftly that Nikki had not been given any time to release her screams in pain.
Nikki’s lips had been removed in all their entirety…the delicate flesh was completely torn as the shredded remains dangled within the flowing streams of blood and her mouth had been converted into rows of teeth that were now unable to be enclosed behind her soft and luscious lips.
And this was because these “soft and luscious lips” were now residing upon the floor of the Kisser’s warehouse, stranded within a pool of blood and abandoned from the innocent body of Nikki Aspire.
