Kazuo

9: Binding

9: Binding

Katie didn't look phased by me. "I know you wouldn't hurt me. What's hurting you?" She stared deeply in my eyes. I dropped down my hand and felt the urge to cry and just house in her arms, but I kept composed.

"I'm just stressed from my job." I lied.

"What's going on?"

"A lot of girls hit on me. I honestly don't like that." I didn't know why it pissed me off so much.

She chuckled. "It's because you're such a handsome guy. I'm lucky you even accepted me."

I thought Katie was absurd. She was the one that looked like the millennial Marylin Monroe. I smiled slightly at her. "Come on in." I offered.

"I think today I'll get out your hair." She kissed my cheek. "I'll drop over tomorrow okay?"

Katie could read me instantly. I did want my solitude. I don't deserve this woman. I thought this thought multiple times in my head. "Very well. Thank you sweetie." I pulled her close and gave her a light kiss. "Laters. I love you." I smiled.

Her face sparked with happiness as she nods and walked off. I watched as she walked away to her vehicle. I wondered why I haven't killed her yet. Maybe because she was special. Maybe she was suppose to be my partner in crime. No. She's too goody goody to do any harm to anyone else. That trait disgusted me but somehow I find it rather charming she had it.

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I slept that night dreaming of human flesh. How it rested nicely on a pan, and how juicy it was as it melted in your mouth. I was hungry. My dreams kept fucking my cleanse of ridding people from this retched world. I woke up normally. I wasn't panicking or anything. I was just hungry as I heard my stomach roared.

"Hmm." I thought of what I could do. Lisa sparked to mind.

I took out my phone and went on Facebook. I started to search up names of my students. I decided to search up a guy that I knew most girls would like. George Haute. I found his account and started to save his pictures when I realized I might get my IP address tracked if I dare message Lisa. I need to make this exchange discrete as possible.

I stood up and went to my study to find files of all my students. I pulled up Lisa's file and skimmed through her information. We always ask students for some personal information in case we have to contact them for something.

"Ah hah..." I glided my finger across her cellphone number. I wrote it down on my notes in my phone and went to fetch my car keys.

I drove to a phone booth that was an hour away from my house. I dialed the number and she picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi Lisa, it's Kazuo."

She didn't say anything for a couple seconds. "Why are you calling me at one in the morning?"

"I just returned from the bar. I'm not the most sober. I wanted to know if you would like to meet up." I tried to sound drunk by slurring my words, but I've never really been drunk before to know how that was like.

"Oh yeah?" Her voice instantly lit up. She was the single dumbest bitch I know. Was she that desperate?

"I can pick you up if you would like."

"But you're drunk." She said.

"Not drunk enough."

She proceeded to give me her address and I smirked. That was just too easy. Am I that manipulative? I hung up the phone and started to drive.