Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content She noticed there were two messages from that same guy. She looked at the time stamps to see that one was sent about an hour after the other. He waited up, How chivalrous, she thought with a small smirk playing across her lips. Eager to see what he could have possibly replied with, she opened the message that was sent first. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head when she read the first question as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. Every time she questioned someone authenticity, they would hit her with that question. If he really didn't care, why was he still responding? It was almost enough to make her delete the message and just move on with her life, but out of curiosity, she read on. She scoffed when he claimed that he was a perfectly well adjusted adult. A good sign that someone is crazy is that they don't believe they are. And if this guy was truly capable of the things he claimed he was, he was sick. The thing was, she'd had a pretty good childhood too. Her father died before she was born and her mother committed suicide when she was just a few weeks old, but her aunt and uncle raised her just fine. She didn't even know her parents so she never had a reason to be sad about it. She was well-adjusted with a really sick fetish, she decided. But, do you really? Yes. Are you strong enough? Yes. Just thinking about being beside the man that could laugh in the face of a dying woman made her pulse race. She revered that man. She would worship that man. Her eyes refocused on his message and she nearly pouted as she thought, But this isn't that man. She rested her cheek in the palm of her hand as she scrolled down to see links that was supposedly his work. She read through each one, she'd heard about these cases before, tried to find better images of them. Bullshit, she said aloud with a knowing smile on her face. She closed the message to go back to her inbox so she could see the final message where he threw a tantrum about her not replying. What she read, however, was completely unexpected. Her lips parted as the talking on the television seemed to fade away until she felt like she was in a sound proof box. Her eyes were stuck on her name. Her name. He knew her name. She didn't even blink as her breaths came through short and fast. Suddenly, the high pitched scream of her tea kettle pulled her out of her stupor causing her to nearly jump out of her own skin. She placed a hand on her chest to feel her heart thumping hard against her chest as she stood from her chair. Almost in a daze, she walked into the kitchen, checking her front door on the way to be sure it was locked. She asked herself what she should do as she pulled out a coffee mug and set it down on the counter. She thought about calling the police, but how would she explain her presence on the website? She placed a chamomile tea bag in the cup before pouring the boiling hot water over it. She held the string from the bag and bobbed it in the water as it steeped until she suddenly became angry. She shouted as she picked up the too hot mug and hurled it into her cabinets, the ceramic exploding into pieces. He was toying with her. He was playing a game and she was losing just by being so concerned for her safety that she would think to call the police on him. She had said she wanted to know what it was like and if she backed down now that just made him right. No, that wasn't the point. It wasn't about being right, it was about taking advantage of an opportunity. If he was the real deal, she should want to meet him, right? She walked back into her living room with purpose and sat down in front of her computer to immediately press 'Reply.' She stared at the screen a moment as she told herself to be calm. What were the chances that whoever this was lived in her town? She remembered the articles he linked, they were incidents that happened in the surrounding area. Still, could he really know where she lived? She told herself the only reason she was responding was because there was no way he'd actually show up at her door. Because a sane person wouldn't invite a killer to their front door, and she was sane. But she was actually feeling hopeful, hopeful that he would come. Subject Pig Squeals Message So, you figured out my name? Cute trick. You're really taking it a step further than all of the other losers on this forum. I must applaud your effort, but I'm not afraid. Sure. Let's meet, but you'll have to find me. I'm a bit of a homebody so it shouldn't be too difficult, right? She pressed 'Send' and slowly she breathed in, then out before leaning back in her chair. Now that the fear and anger had subsided, there was only excitement as she pressed her knees together to feel a squish between her legs. She clicked until a favorite video of hers popped up on the screen before she clicked the full screen icon and sat back. A woman's face, swollen and bruised was almost completely red. Her eyes trailed down to the large hand of a man that was wrapped firmly around her neck as he grunted with each thrust of his pelvis. The woman clawed desperately at his wrist and arm until her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, but just before that there was a light in her eyes. The sudden realization that it was all over as her pitiful life rushed past her eyes, her hands falling limp as her tongue stuck out of her mouth. Analise exhaled as her entire body seemed to relax and she was sitting low in her chair, legs spread as a familiar warmth took over her body. She reached down with her hand, her fingers snaking under her panties as she started to play with herself. It wasn't long before the woman in the video was lying completely still save for the thrusting of the man, her tongue hanging unnaturally far from her mouth, her face now pale blue. It wasn't long before a shiver ran through her body as she inhaled sharply through her nose and let her head rest on the back of her chair. She stared up at her ceiling a moment before she closed the video that had already ended. She turned off only her monitor and crossed to the kitchen to clean up the mess of shattered coffee mug and tea. Her hands shaking as she worked, as she wondered when he would show. If ever.