I returned to work. The television was full of reports about the triple homocide. They were apparently high ranking government officials. The media conveniently neglected to divulge their pedofilic chamber of secrets.
I knew the truth. I had saved the lives of two innocent children and countless others. I felt pleased with myself. I settled down into my comfy chair that Kelly had gotten me for Christmas. I had gotten her a mug. She approached me with her fancy suit wafting in the fan's wind.
"Hey how are you?" She asked.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"That's good. Did you see the news?" Kelly inquired while sipping coffee from the mug.
"Yes I did," I stated.
"Who would do such an evil thing?" She asked.
"Probably some sick man," I replied as I held back a smirk.
"Yeah it's ridiculous," Kelly asserted with a stern look on her face.
"I did it," I joked.
"Yeah right, you couldn't hurt a fly," she laughed.
"I know," I lied.
"You sure look nice today," she flirted.
"Kelly that's sexual her ass ment," I joked intentionally breaking up the words.
"Haha you're a mess. See ya later," she stated while waving goodbye.
She had flirted with me. I felt weird but the comment was oddly nice. I took it as a compliment. This was definitely a conflict of interest. Kelly was my best friend. She treated me with blatant favoritism.
My co-workers had noticed her interest in me as well. Apparently some rumors went around while I was off on my killing rampage. A few of the workers stared at me. Some of them whispered as I walked by. I sensed somwthing was wrong.
My sense of foreboding was correct. I gathered that Kelly had a huge crush on me. She had told one of her confidants. She should never tell a woman anything she wanted kept a secret. The entire office knew about her romantic interest in me. I felt embarrassed.
"Belly Kelly wants you under her desk," a man remarked.
The entire office broke out into laughter. Kelly overheard the disrespectful statement. He was instantly terminated on the spot. He tried to play it off like he was joking. No one laughed anymore when Kelly stared them down. Their was a sudden silence. She looked irate. There was a fire in her eyes like mine. I felt my heart flutter for a brief moment.
"Hey Kelly. Why are they say these things about us?" I inquired in her office.
"I have to be honest with you. I'm in love with you," she admitted while looking down at some documents.
"Look me in the eyes and say it Kelly," I commanded.
"I love you," she asserted while staring deeply into my eyes.
"Why?" I inquired.
"Because you are so right with what you are doing to those bad men," she replied.
Oh my fucking God. She knew. How did she know? She figured me out. I started to panic. I grabbed my chest. I was having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe. I felt myself becoming light headed. The room spun. I saw black as my body hit the floor.
"Wake up, honey. Wake up," she consoled me in her cradled arms.
I woke up in a haze. The room appeared to be full of smoke. My head ached like I'd been drinking all night. I had fainted in Kelly's office. I questioned if what I heard was real. I was going insane.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I know you are the pedofile killer," she softly whispered into my ear.
"No, I'm not," I denied.
"Ive searched your computer. I did it to see what kind of things you're into. I know it's an invasion of your privacy. I just wanted you to like me," Kelly desperately admitted.
"You got me. It's true," I confessed.
"Don't worry your secrets are safe with me. Infact, I agree with what you did. I knew there was something different about you," she said.
"What do you mean?" I inquired.
"You have a dark aura. It's morbid yet soft and sweet," Kelly proclaimed.
"I did what had to be done, Kelly," I asserted.
"I appreciate your work. I'll never tell a soul. I promise," she said.
"If you do I'll go to prison for life or death," I explained.
"I'm aware of your unique situation. How do you feel about me and be honest?" She asked.
I kissed her right on the lips. We made out for a few minutes. She busted the buttons off her top. The shades were pulled down. I let her undress me. She licked my clit. I enjoyed watching her eat me out. I didn't feel rage toward her like I did Megan. She was my equal. I performed the act on her as well. She moaned and held her perky breasts.
We walked out of her office looking like we just came from a wind tunnel. My hair was messed up. Her shirt was busted. Our clothing were wrinkled. No one said a word. They knew their jobs depended upon their silence.

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Pedokiller
Mystery / ThrillerA woman who is molested as a child decides to kill pedofiles and rapists for revenge. She may be the last hope for a perverse society.