Rooster

Prologue

The shadow shifted in the darkness, the light from the window shone against the bloodied knife and cast a silhouette of a woman getting changed. The man ran his hands thoughts his thick hair, he knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't stop the urge inside of him. She was beautiful, her mid-length, curly hair was hanging down her back, she had a little more meat on her then he was used to but that wouldn't matter come the next morning.

The man walked slowly towards the house, knowing that this woman would be alone. She was always alone, except for her small, white dog. That mutt wasn't going to be a problem anymore.

He stepped over the lifeless white blob, making sure that he avoided the creaking boards on the porch. The peaceful North Carolina night gave nothing away to the rest of the neighborhood. The door just like every other in this small town was unlocked, she obviously felt very safe.

She was dumb.

The rooms were simple, almost bare. The woman's Australian accent traveled down the hallway. He had always had an interest and a curiosity when it came to women with accents from around the world and hers was just what was going to cure his monster. The woman's laugh sounded like a bell.

The man had to wonder if she knew that this would be the last time that she would speak to anyone, but he really didn't care. Her life would be gone by the time dawn broke out over the mountains.

She said her goodbye as the man waited just outside her bedroom door, away from the light. He watched as she left her bedroom and locked the front door, checking that the doggy door was operational. Creeping into her room and inside her closet, he waited for his prey to come back.

It was almost time to feed.

She was asleep before too long, her back to him. Her pajamas only a singlet top and her hair tied up in a bun. Emerging from behind the hangers slowly as not to disturb the sleeping women. He made sure to get his favorite matching bra and panty set from her draw so that he could see how beautiful she was when she looked like she was trying to please him.

He couldn't wait to take the ripped lace with him, he could already see it covered in his pleasure and her blood. He just knew that he was going to remember this one for a long time to come.

Reaching into his hoodie, he grabbed his now small roll of duct tape, ripping a piece off, he stilled when he heard the woman sigh, hoping that she didn't wake up until he wanted her to.

When her eyes remained closed, he let out a shaky breath. It had been a long time since his first, but he didn't want to make the same mistakes as that first urge. Tearing the silver bind from the roll, he waited for a moment when the woman rolled over and sucked in a breath.

Just as her eyes snapped open, a scream started to come from her voice box but was muffled as he secured the tape over her mouth. "Hush now my sweet, it will be over soon." He whispered in her ear, helping her out of her tank top and into the new bra. He bound her hands above her head in the iron headboard of her bed.

He took his small knife, gliding it down her cheek. Watching as the skin came apart and blood oozed out of the cut. The woman whimpered, "we're going to have so much fun, my dear." He whispered again, before stripping off her boring cotton underwear and replacing it with the silk and lace pair. Ripping off her duvet and took a photo on his burner phone. The terror in her eyes making his cock swell. This was going to be one of his favorites. He could already feel it.

Hours later the woman lay dead in her bed, her body was beaten and bruised beyond recognition from all the fucking they had done, her bra askew on her body, her breasts red with welts and cuts, her ripped panties covered in her blood and his seamen was sitting in his hand, stuffing the fabric in a plastic bag and into his hoodie, he crept out just as the sun poked its head over the mountains that surrounded Bryson City.

He wasn't going to be caught. He was above the law and he knew that no one was going to stop his urge from taking as many women as he needed to, he needed to feed this thing inside him. He didn't know what he would do if he hadn't found out this outlet.