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This story will focus on a female serial killer named Raven and her odd relationship with Henry Lee Lucas. It is rated M for mature and XXX for tons of smut. This fanfic will have cussing, violence, blood, murder, and eventual BDS...
After Henry departed to take care of his prior engagement, I took a shower and shaved my body hair. I wanted my legs to be nice and smooth the next time he touched them. I trimmed my pubes, but I didn't completely shave them off because I wasn't sure how he would feel about that. He might like a bald pussy or he might not. He might think a bare pussy was completely creepy, like he was looking at and touching a child. I made a mental note to ask him the next time I talked to him. I didn't care what folks thought of me, but Henry's opinion mattered greatly to me for some odd reason.
Upon completion of my bathing rituals, I dressed, combed my hair, and pulled it back into a tight bun. Desiring for my bed to have fresh linens the next time Henry and I fucked, I changed them and tossed the dirty ones in the washer. Deciding I needed some things from the store, I yanked shoes onto my feet. Securely locking my apartment, I strolled to the little corner store where I did my food shopping.
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The Store was a seedy, hole in the wall place, but it was close by, cheap, and had things I liked to consume. I bought apple juice for Henry while I was there. I also added eggs and shredded cheddar cheese to my cart so I could make omelets. He seemed to really like the ones at the diner, so I was hoping he would like homemade as well. I enjoyed seeing him smile and was hoping he would take pleasure from a homecooked breakfast. I was betting he would since he lived alone. Maybe I could fatten his wallet as well if he occasionally ate at my place instead of at the diner.
The urge to kill highly impacted my thoughts while I was out. I kept casing the store while I was doing my shopping, scanning for folks to add to my murder list. I was aware I couldn't follow them. I had groceries to buy. I knew I had to go home, put my groceries away, and change my sheets over to the dryer before I actually ventured out and killed. I didn't like leaving things in the washer because they would smell moldy if I didn't dry them right away. That was a huge no-no in my personal book of how to run my life.
After finishing at the grocery store, I sauntered home, deployed my groceries to their rightful places, and stuck my sheets in the dryer. I had worked up an appetite, so I fried up some hamburger steaks for supper. Sweet onion mushroom gravy, instant mashed potatoes, and green beans accompanied the main course, along with sweet tea for the beverage.
When I was done with my meal and had set the last dish in the drainer, the time was nearly 7 pm. I plopped down at my kitchen table for a minute to smoke and collect my racing thoughts. Henry would probably be calling in the next few hours. I didn't want to miss his phone call. I would be pissed if that happened. If I wanted to kill someone, I would have to do it quickly.
I decided tonight would have to be a rope strangling night. I usually killed cocky assholes like Henry had said while we were at the diner, but tonight I would kill a female. My victim would have to be someone random and petite I could snatch up on and drag off into the shadows of an alley without any trouble. I didn't have time to be dealing with any sort of trouble. I didn't have time to be dealing with any blood on my hands or clothing, either, and I definitely didn't have time for another shower. I had an urge to kill to squash and a phone call I wished to receive.
