Don't Let It Get You

Number 1

Kailee Connolly had one more murder left this month, and it was going to be her grand spectacle. Her final show was going to be her best yet, as well as her most genius. She spent years planning the perfect murder, and this one was the epitome of perfect.

And the victim was perfect as well.

Jonathan Black, never caught pedophile.

He had been to court multiple times, yet never once seen the inside of a prison cell. That was alright though, he would have a chance to in hell.

This would happen at his house. He had no place of work, just got the money he blackmailed his victims into giving him. She wrinkled her nose at this. At least she had a proper job besides her hobbies.

His house was a worn down apartment with greasy windows and reeked of beer, from the outside. As awful as it was, she needed to get inside. What better way to do this than to become a cheap maid for hire.

When she rung his door, Black's eyes doubled in size at the 'maid' in a tiny dress. 

"Whatcha lookin' for 'ere dearie?" He slurred.

Drunk already? It would seem like the perfect death.

"I'll clean your house for a cheap price. In fact, I'll do it for free on your first purchase," she said, bending down to show off her chest. This was the deal sealer, and Jonathan pulled her into his house. 

Heading to the tiny box he called a kitchen, she opened the freezer. No cold air rushed past her, which was worrying. Her plan revolved around this box being cold.

Opening the ice box, she smirked to herself. Hanging from the top were icicles, each glistening and pointy. 

She grabbed a long one and snapped it off the top. She shoved it into her pocket and headed towards him.

"Any STD?" She asked softly, grabbing onto his shirt.

"Nothin' you can't clean babe," he whispered, caught under her spell.

Taking a deep breath, she moved her head to his neck and bit the skin until she felt blood. Black saw this as an act of pleasure, him moaning loudly, but it had a different purpose.

That exact spot was where a nerve rested. It brought blood to the brain, and if it were to break with a sharp object, well, immediate death would be granted to Black.

Revealing the icicle, which had not yet melted, she held it to his wound. Raising it up, she slammed it into his skin, breaking the nerve.

Blood gushed out of Jonathan as he tried to struggle free. His mouth stared oozing blood and he gurgled as she pressed the icicle deeper.

Her maid gloves were red with blood and grime, but she payed no mind to them, but to the thrashing man in front of her. With a final jerk, he collapsed and died.

Returning to his kitchen, she turned on the oven. Slipping the gloves into the fire, she watched it burn.

And the murder weapon? It melted and all evidence of her being there was gone.

Humming to herself, she left the apartment.

"Hey babe! How much do you cost?" Some asshole screamed.

Tonight she ignored him. The mood was to grand to be ruined by some moron.

At home, she was not alone. Her only partner, Karen Wisley sat on her couch.

"He done yet?" She asked, her southern accent exaggerating the 'yet'.

"Of course. Have you ever known me to procrastinate?"

"Pssh. 'Course not, but yah know I'm actually thrown in a loop 'ere."

Kailee plopped on the couch next to her.

"And why is that?" She asked.

"What do these morons 'ave in common?" Karen asked.

Next to them was a desk. Kailee fished around and pulled out a list. 

Polina Sokolov. Killed.

Daniel Calloway. Killed.

Derek Bradbury. Killed Accidentally. 

Horas Jilten. Killed.

Jonathan Black. Killed.

"You don't know, Wisley? It's kind of obvious." Kailee showed her the bottom of the list.

Liars.

"Huh. That was differen'." Karen whispered.

"Of course. Now, time to hit the hay. I've got the rest of the month to kill."