Thou Hath Fallen

Hell Hounded~11

"Oh yes... like that sugar, don't stop.Yes,yes do take me now.Give it..to me."

Like some congregant entranced by a chorus,he was back for more.John White had bought a leash and freely given it to his cat turned panther.She pulled at the leash, tagging at him to get his full fledged attention or should I say his member.A loud of applause to Dania Gale for being a wonderful escort and dog trainer.

He was digging a mass grave for his so called achievements.His defence?It probably went along the lines of how she just knew how to clench and unclench in tune with his member.
Not that John was a dumbo.Far from it.He was a smart man who sensed a downfall when it was miles away.
Until thunder stroke,he would pant like a mutt in anticipation for her feathery stroke.One too few if you asked him.

The son was bound to be free from the shackles any time now.Would he come in search of him?Maybe.Perspiration,cheap smelling perfumes, almost too beliavable moans and a cherry called guilt was his perfect forbidden fruit.

"Oh John you too....."

Muffling her voice as he swallowed her 'screams',he thrust deeper.Digging deeper his grave while unearthing the sweet spot.Sloppy kisses,unhinged desperation to hold to an illusion.Any illusion where he still had control.She would reach her climax probably imagining some super model while his rickety legs helped in pummeling her.

Her John or was it Jack.Anyway as long as he paid the bills he was her honey.

Honey kissed
Cheery cherry denied
Mellowy melon instead
Unchastely chased

Hypnotic sways,a dead end trance where even his heartbeat him betrayed.A satisfied man he would leave but not with a deeper bleeding wound.Then at the doorstep she would try scheduling for another day.
His answer was always a disgusted grunt but he knew quite well that even an overpriced pear had its good days.

Late for the clerics' meeting again! What would his so called wife say.Oh boy,a lecture was probably brewing at this moment.Rushing out of the dainty house,he ran as if the devil was on his tail.
Fixing his being was unfortunately not so easy as fixing his tie.

The ministers bowed in humble adoration as the chosen one graced their presence.His breathing rushed,his accursed face angelic and divine.

"You may rise."

He then proceeded to apologize for his lateness citing a saving that could not have waited.This earned him greater respect among his brethren and an approving nod from his wife.

What was the day?How about that day before reckoning.

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Kelvin Caesar was getting impatient as he scowled at the boys who refused to give a statement.How convenient that no one saw nothing when the town's teacher fell to her death on some slippery floor.Very convenient.

Without their statement there would be nothing to go by and the case would be thrown out of the window.It would not even get past committal.It seemed like the world was rattling awake.Something was coming.Kelvin could feel it in his gut but as a good cop he needed evidence not some intuition.
Something was setting up its roots even here in Lycassire.Maybe he was thinking too much of it and the death was just an accident.

Kendra needed to call him soon!He was beginning to behave like some superstitious ten year old and he liked it not one bit.

Nothing was coming.Then again if nothing was coming,then what was?

Coal
burning
Flesh
sizzling
Death
drinking

"You certain you saw nothing?"

"Aye Sheriff.. nothing"They said in unison as if it was all rehearsed.

"Run along now boys and no getting into trouble."

"We wouldn't dare."One resembling a chipmunk answered.

The teacher was only thirty.Teaching literature and ancient history in Lycassire.A raven haired lady with a bubbly persona.Who would dare kill her? Kelvin was maybe thinking too much into a straight forward case.
She had shared with him a table only days before in the local cafe where she talked about bunnies as she munched on her taco.
Strange how life made a point time and again of reminding us that it was a whirlwind.

Better cease the day while it's still morn.

Dialling his sister's number,he did.It was no sin for a grown man like him to feel edgy.
He knew she would not pick up but how he hoped she would.She would not speak to him but how he wished she would at least accord him her virtual presence.

She picked up not
He gave up not.

As for the predator,he lurked in the shadows.It had been long since he visited Lycassire and when he did,a token of appreciation for that wretched town he left.

No,he was not omnipresent.He was just too unimportant too disappear then reappear without notice.He was the person we ignored in the morning,at noon and in the evening.However,our afterlife he ensured to haunt.

He let the sting of the wind bite his skin.He cared not for the frostbite taunting his skin.He watched.He laughed.
His grand plan was finally taking form.The cop would definitely dig into the murder and before he got the predator,he would unravel more murder mysteries including that of his sister.

The predator had counted on Kelvin to call her and Kelvin never failed him and for that reason, the predator would spare him.
The sheriff was his hell hound,his dog.The predator ached to ruffle him and set him on the right track but where was the fun in that?After all dogs followed the scent and he the owner enjoyed the thrill.

The predator gave his back to Lycassire as he boarded his private jet.You heard me right.He had a jet.Looks could be deceiving and others were outrightly demeaning.

Who was he?
Someone,no one.

He howled as the jet took off.He was the reaper.The redeemer and now it was time.
Carressing his old friend and mallet,he whispered to the wind.

Am coming for you K-E-N-D-R-A

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