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Chapter 11
The Police arrived not long after we sat down in the living room and Edith called. I overheard her in the kitchen reporting a suicide. She said the address and asked them to hurry, that a child was in the house. Within 20 minutes the house was buzzing. There where police and EMT’s and the coroner all walking in and out of mothers room. They kept taking pictures and talking in whispers. I kept up the façade that I was traumatized. I rocked back and forth on the couch crying like a baby. But in my head I just wanted to go back upstairs and play video games.
The feeling was incredibly freeing. I had no emotions about what was happening, not about losing mother. Edith was crying and trying to keep my attention. An image jumped across my mind of my mother smiling and dancing when I was young, but only for a split second. I was locking all of that away, I could feel those memories slipping from the front of my mind. Behind them came explicit images of Sarah, and memories of how mother’s skin felt when I ran my hand up her thigh. I felt myself start to smirk and caught it. The last thing I needed was for Edith to think I was crazy, she hadn’t served her purpose yet. Soon though, I just have to be patient.
I watched as they escorted mother’s body out through the living room in a black plastic body bag. One of the officers had pulled aside Edith and was talking with her about the order of events. I stared intently at the bag as it passed. I wanted so badly to keep her. To get to play with her. I felt goose bumps raise from my flesh, and thought that the haze should be coming over my vision at any moment. A voice came from inside of my head, only this time it was my own. “You won’t see that haze anymore, you are going to be completely clear minded from this day forward. You’re going to live in a beautiful new world, that you will help make better.”
I took one last look at the bag as it went out through the front doors, that’s it mother is gone. I looked up at Edith and the officer, he was writing down everything she said. I imagined what she was saying, “Well, she had been depressed for as long as I have been here and her son over there says she almost never came out of her room. Im really not surprised at all. I feel terrible for the boy though, he just lost his father less than a year ago.” The officer just shook his head and reached out to touch her arm. Edith smiled at him and then turned to walk over towards me. She said “Michael, why don’t you go up to your room and try to get some rest. It’s been a long night and I bet the police will be here for a little longer. Are you ok to be alone?” I gave her the saddest face I could muster up and said “I’m ok Edith, I’ll probably be up for a while but I think I will go to my room.” I got up and gave her a big hug. She squeezed me back just as hard and I walked away to head upstairs, fumbling with the note in my pocket.
Not at all sure what was going to happen moving forward, I was a little nervous that they would ship me off to live with some distant relative that I hardly knew. God if they sent me to live with that drunk, Uncle William, I would slaughter the entire family. As I thought that to myself I smiled a little seeing a image of William screaming as I dug my fingers into his eyes. I sat down in front of my TV thinking about playing some games. I kept feeling like I should go and talk to Sarah about what had happened, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about it. The last think I wanted was sympathy. What I really wanted was to play with mother’s body. Not sexually, I wanted to peel that skin off and finally get to see what’s underneath. When I ran my fingers up her thigh the feeling of her skin was amazing, it was so soft and white. I closed my eyes and dreamt of biting her flesh, of feeling that soft skin between my teeth. The thought shot a shiver down my spine and I felt more relaxed than I had all day.
By this time it was well past midnight. I usually met Sarah in private chat about two in the morning. So she should be logging on any minute. I didn’t want to tell her about mother, but I wanted to talk to her regardless. I went to the computer and logged on to the site. She wasn’t on yet so I thought I would spend a little time just wondering around and watching other people’s conversations. Sometimes it was nice to just see what other people had running through their minds.
I started reading a conversation about some pretty crazy fetishes. I couldn’t get into a lot of them, the page was a no holds barred, anything goes type of place and people took advantage of that. There where people talking about sexual acts with animals, and going to the bathroom on each other. I wasn’t into any of that stuff. I liked the blood, and the gore. I really liked conversation that bridged the gap between murder and sex. That’s why Sarah was perfect. She seemed to really get off on the idea of dying in the throes of ecstasy. I wanted to be the one to give that to her. She didn’t know it yet, but I was convinced I was going to be the one that gave her that ultimate pleasure. I wanted to watch her cum and watch the life melt out of her at the same time.
As I was thinking this a private message popped up in the corner of the screen, it was Sarah, I hadn’t even noticed she logged on. It read simply “At your service Master.” I felt my smile stretch ear to ear. I typed back “We will get to that, right now I want to ask you some questions about you.” She replied “Anything” She was all mine, I love this. “Have you talked to your boyfriend about your fantasies?” I typed. She answered “No Master, he wouldn’t understand. He is such a vanilla kind of guy.” I said “Do you think he loves you?” She said “Yes.” That’s perfect. My plan may take a little while to come to fruition but if they stay together it will work. I don’t want to overwhelm her right now though. And I can tell she wants to play. Plus I want to see her bleed. I said “That’s all for now, were is my video feed?” Within seconds a small window opened in the corner of my screen with Sarah’s face in it. Another message came across “Why can’t I see you.” I frowned and scolded her “You will see me when I damn well feel like showing myself! Awful ballsy tonight aren’t we? And where is my sound?” I watched as she read my response and saw the look of hurt come over her face. She replied in voice “I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to question you.” She needed to be punished and I knew the best way. I sent her “Good night.” She read it and immediately started to beg for me to stay, that she needed me. I clicked the log off button and closed the window. She would be a mess tomorrow, and play time will be that much more fun.
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