Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

It seemed as if no one knew what exactly struck the world. The news spoke of pandemic and gave advise on how to stay healthy. Most talked about diet and exercise. And how a fit body was less apt to become sick. But it was too late for those preventative measures. Politicians called for changes to health regulations. But none of it mattered. People still died more got sick. And at the rate it was spreading it wouldn't take long before the entirety of the world population was infected. Early on James decided that it was time to make himself scarce. He had already been hunting when the sickness began to spread. So once he had his prey he took her to the small cabin that he selected for this particular encounter. An encounter he knew she would not survive. The late thirties man had been hunting, as he called it, for his entire adult life. Though unlike the other greats, he had no patern, kept no schedule, and had no specific type or so it seemed. He met only the bare minimum of the typical traits of a serial killer. Though those same traits matched roughly half the male population in his age group. Independently wealthy his freedom of movement gave him reason to travel at will. Allowed the tall, well built man to be where he needed to be, to change his hunting grounds and stay one step ahead of those that would stop him. The law didn't even know he existed. None of the various agencies and departments saw any pattern to claim that any of the women James had taken were taken by the same man. Each and every one appeared so entirely different that they all looked like random dissaperances. One was black married and professional. Another had been Asian petite but middle aged and divorced. Some were young. A few had even been elderly. The only connecting factor had been that all of his women were women. The twenty two year old woman who lay bound in the trunk of his car however was exactly his type. And yes he did have a type. Though he went through great pains to hide that fact. She, much like him was athletic and educated. Though unlike him, who was well over six feet tall, was rather short. She, unlike his muscular form was rather thin. Yet like him she was defined. Though this woman had long red hair as opposed to his blonde medium length hair. After a long drive spent listening to the news reports on the radio he finally turned onto the gravel road that lead to the small cabin in the mountains of West Virginia and after a short quarter mile he brought the car to a stop. Heavy booted feet crunched the gravel rocks while he rounded back to the truck and opened it. He then then lifted the attractive young woman's unconscious from where he last put her and carried her inside. He spent weeks preparing this spot for his visit. Though he wondered to himself if his preparations would last. He only planned on keeping her for a few weeks. Just long enough to satisfy his craving. To fulfil his desires. And then dispose of her. But now he needed to prolong her life because of the state of the world. For all he knew she could be his last. He could have already been infected. So could she have been. Either way He could very well die before finishing with her. Though he did not believe that was the case. He had spent a great deal of time with people that ended up passing and he did watch her very closely while he was hunting, stalking her. Once inside he cut the tape that bound her wrists and ankles. Then shackled her wrists to the chain that hung from the celing and stripped her nude. As he looked over her athletic body he grinned. He waited several years before taking his type again and was now happy that his time with her was going to be prolonged. After waking her with the smelling salts he immediately pricked one of her nipples with the tip of his pocket knife. He hadn't cut her deeply but the sharp blade split the little nub and caused her to scream a shrill scream. The sound excited him and caused his slack manhood to stiffen under his pants. What he really wanted took longer to seep into he alabaster flesh than the pain registering in her groggy mind. A half secnd or so after he cut her He finally saw what he really needed. That deep crimson liquid. It slowly oozed from the fresh cut down over her pert breast. Then while she began to babble almost incoherently he leaned in and ran his tongue over the red liquid. The radio told him that everyone. Infected or not should go to their nearest pharmacy. Apparently one of the pharmaceutical companies had a vacine. But despite the news James decided instead to satisfy his desire. At least for now. He told himself that he would not go back to town unless he started to feel sick. If he hadn't been infected yet. There was no reason to go back and run the risk of someone finding her while he was gone. So he stayed to play with his new girl. Day after day he toyed with her. Some days he beat her with crops and whips. Others he simply nicked her skin with one knife or another. And despite his need for release. He waited. He left her where he first put her. Hanging from the rafters. Her toes barely touching the ground. He enjoyed the release. He longed to feel the tightness. But he wanted to savor the build up. He needed to see just how long He could wait before he defiled her. Filled her every hole and more. So he waited, played with her and listened to the news.