More Psycho Than Them

Irena

I woke up to a message from Anwar. It read that there was a couple like two towns away who are suspects of abduction, sexual abuse and human abuse. Neighbors reported to have heard unsettling sounds and gunshots a few times, but after a search by the police, the whole thing was quieted down because there were no evidences to support their claims. Attached to the message was a video of the said couples assault three girls who were naked with scars and several cuts on their bodies, they also looked starved. The man wearing a leather too and pants was forcing one of the girls to fit his penis in her mouth, while his wife was flogging the other girl with whips and masturbating at the same time. Anwar reported that the video was uploaded on the dark web three days ago, and he also sent links to other videos the couple seem to have made with different girls in see of them. I’m guessing there were new faces because the former girls the abducted end up dead. It was sick and I was utterly disgusted.

Nice timing Anwar.

I guess I already have my first action of the day set up for me.

I had breakfast and while dressing up, I called Lesley.

“Good morning madam” she greeted as soon as she answered the call. She sounded out of breath, probably been fucking.

I smirked at the fact that I had such information in my head. But I quickly dismissed them when my thoughts began lead me to that of a certain human that I don’t want to think of.

“Have you don’t what I asked concerning the research for potential tech companies we would work with concerning the change of the club’s security system?” I asked. Damn, that felt like a very long question.

I heard the ruffling of sheets and chuckled as I put the call on speaker and placed it on my bed.

“Y-yes” she replied stuttering “ I found a tech company that’s perfect for the job”

“Good” having applied essential oils on my skin, I proceeded to wear my underwear. “Have you scheduled a meeting with them?” I questioned.

I specifically picked one of my favorite underwear for the occasion, the type I like to wear when dealing with black hearted fucks. A color to match how they are inside, a black lacy underwear. I pray something happens that’ll expose what I wore inside, so they could maybe appreciate how sexy I look killing their ugly ass. I chuckled at my own humor, I amuse myself.

“Urm, madam? Are you still here?” Leslie inquired, worriedly.

She must be thinking that I’ve become mad, hearing me chuckle for no apparent reason.

“Oh I'm sorry darling, what did you say?” I asked, blinking rapidly.

“You asked if I scheduled a meeting with the tech firm I’ve picked and I said yes.” She replied giggling.

I smiled and put on my black lacy bra “alright, you’ll be representing me at the meeting because I have things to deal with and I don’t know how long it’ll take”

“Alright,”

“Good, call me later and tell me how it goes,” I said and hung up.

I picked out a loose black and grey plaid skirt and a black leather crop top with a pair of knee high fish net socks. Packing my red hair in a double pony tail, I applied make-up, wore a pair of black combat boots, took my bat and I was ready to go. Checking myself one last time, I laughed, impressed by what I saw and pecking my chef goodbye, I got into my limo and drove off, while doin' time by Lana Del Rey blasted off my radio.

I was so excited, today’s was going to be a fun day, I finally get some action.

I drove for five hours and finally got to the town. I checked the address Anwar sent and found the location within ten minutes; Little Lane street. It was the last house on the street and it looked very homely and welcoming, such a trap. I wonder if any of the girls were fooled by this apparent aura the building gave off.

I parked my convertible some safe distance away from the house and proceeded to go in through the front door.

I knocked and a lady asked about my identity as she opened the door.

“Yes how can I help you?” she asked calmly.

She looked like she was in her thirties with her brunette hair packed in a loose bun. I had to admit she was an attractive woman, would make the blood bath all the more fun.

I smiled “hello, good afternoon” I greeted holding my bat behind my back.

I felt her eyes take in my appearance and the thought that ran through her head was how I looked more attractive than the rest of the annoying and ungrateful girls, but then she thought about me seeming dangerous and that they would have to exercise caution.

I read more of her thoughts: why do you-

“-why do you have a bat behind you?” she questioned suspiciously.

“Oh this?” I asked bringing out the bat. “I and some friends were supposed to pay base ball today, but my car just broke down and I couldn't find any where to stay and wait for a mechanic, and I couldn't wait in or by my car because my car got spoilt in an area that stinks like there's a dead body there or something” I said staring at her accusingly but innocently.

She looked like she didn’t believe my story, but she couldn’t deny the fact that there was an offensive smell a few distance away where there is a body they had buried three weeks ago but it shouldn't be an issue because they buried the bodt ten feets deep, and buried a stray dog they killed six feet before the girls body, in order to avoid being caught or tracked by the police canine unit.

Fuck, reading her mind was honestly disgusting.

“So what do you want?” she demanded.

“Your home looked inviting, so I wonder if you’ll let me wait here until my mechanic arrives” I stated smiling.

She wanted to refuse, so I compelled her to let me in and she opened the door for me to come in with an expression that shows that she didn't understand what just happened.

“Thank you,” I appreciated sweetly.

I walked in swinging my bat and looking around the living room, one wouldn't be able to tell that sick things occur in this place.

I sat on a sofa while she sat opposite me watching me warily.

“Do you live alone?” I asked maintaining my obviously deceptive innocence. She could tell that there was more to me than I was giving off. ‘what does she want?’ I heard her ask herself.

“I don’t.” was her reply

“Oh, do you have a husband or children or so?” I squinted my eyes looking around. There was no picture of them on the wall.

“I have a husband, he will be here anytime soon, do make yourself comfortable” she replied again standing up. I noticed that her eyes darted towards the direction of their passage way “would you like some tea or coffee?” she inquired.

“That’s so kind of you ma’am, I’ll take coffee” I answered cheerfully.

“You can call me Lois, ma’am makes me feel older than my age” she told me smiling.

“Alright Lois,” I laughed.

“I’ll be going to the kitchen to make you some coffee, do make yourself comfortable” she said before leaving me alone.

If anything was going on here, it was probably happening in the basement and I'm not hearing shit even with my heightened hearing because they probably sound proofed wherever they are doing their shit. That is a typical habit of these psychopaths.

I listened to her thoughts and I could hear her wondering where she had kept the emergency sedative.

She was going to drug me, that was so cute.

Seems like she found it already “how do you like your coffee?” she asked out.

“I’ll take it black, thank you” I replied back.

Five minutes later, Lois walked back in with a tray of coffee, she made coffee for herself too. She offered me a mug

“Thank you Lois” I took the mug and I could smell the sedative from the steaming coffee

She sat across me and took a sip of coffee from her mug while smiling and staring at me.

I smiled back and took a big gulp of coffee. I noticed that her eyes sparked a little. Damn this woman definitely enjoys what she does.

“So what is your name?” Lois asked.

“I'm Irena,” I replied, drinking more coffee.

“Where are you from Irena? You’re an attractive young girl” she said, her eyes darted towards the passageway again.

“I am from Carolina” I lied.

“Oh that's nice, I and my husband are from Mississippi,” she said.

I smiled and nodded “Mississippi, that's nice. The coffee is great by the way, can I have more?”

“I'll go get you some more” Lois said standing up again.

“I’m sorry if it's of any inconvenience” I apologized giving her my empty cup.

“No, no, no the pleasure is all mine” she smiled and took the mug from me.

It literally really is all hers.

She left for the kitchen and came back two minutes later with more coffee that obviously has more sedative

I took the mug from her “Thank you” I took another sip, ensuring to maintain eye contact. Her eyes soon darted to the same page again and I smirked

Where is her husband?

Is that really a question I should be asking myself?

There was a loud thud somewhere in the house.