Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila watched the time, and her stomach twisted into further knots as the minute hand rounded the clock face. Tom would be home soon, and as much as she wanted, no needed Toms presence to give her some sense of safety, she dreaded it. She dreaded the idea of fucking her husband for another mans benefit, taking the most intimate act between them, and playing it out before a deranged audience. It felt so dirty. Would this forever taint their sex life? Would she ever felt at ease and confident sexually around Tom, after this night? Would she even live long enough for any of that to matter? The last thought threaten to bring up the bile in her stomach. Jesus, this man had a mind to kill her, just like the others, and here she was playing his game. They had excuses for playing along with him, none of them knew what he intended to do to them. None of them had seen the beaten and strangled bodies of three women who resembled them. She was crazy! What were leaked nudes when the alternative and being raped and murdered? She took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of her situation. The killer played with his victims for months before escalating. Men like him were creatures of habit, rarely diverting from the ritual. Surely her and Tom could find him in that time? Tom was an amazing detective, and she was an expert in her field. This man was certainly underestimating them, wasnt he? She thought back to the text message he had sent her. Is he intelligent enough to capture me before we reach-end game or do you lack faith in the man you married, and you're prepared to jeopardise his entire career and happiness because you don't trust his capabilities? If the latter is the case, then maybe me bringing that to light is a favour to you both. Tom could find this man. He just had to. And the more he tried to toy with Lila, the more he would reveal about himself. She just had to play along, a little longer. Get him to do something stupid, and then he could be caught. She could imagine now, the stupid look on his face he realizes he was brought down by his own hubris. A woman he would have victimized would be the one to bring him in. She tried to convince herself, as the grandfather clock chimed six. Would Tom come home on time tonight? It was just as likely he would stay late again, working on this case, trying to save her life. Not that he knows it. Would the stalker hold it against her, if Tom stayed late at work again? How long would he give her? Should he text him, find out if he is planning on coming home on time? She looked down at her phone, but the only thing she saw was the last text from the unsub. Oh, and Lila? Enjoy the surprise Tom has in store for you. I know I'll enjoy watching. She had no idea what kind of surprise to anticipate, so it only made the apprehension worse. Tom wasnt one for surprised, not usually, but with the stalker involved, there was no telling what might be instore for her. She paced over by the window, making sure the blind were completely, open, as instructed, peering nervously into the evening darkness. She saw the flash of headlights, pulling into the driveway, and for a moment she feared it was the killer. He had grown bored of waiting, bored of the game, and he would enact his plan now. She stood frozen in fear as the lights turned off the car, and a man exited. But it was Tom, not some psycho angling to hurt her. Not this time, anyways. She sunk into the loveseat, plotting her next move. What if Tom was still mad from last night? What if he didnt want to have sex? She was a nervous wreck, and certainly not in the mood to try and seduce him. And if she tried, she might break down, and reveal everything to Tom, which would trigger the unsubs threat, releasing her nudes and squealing about Tom. This would never work, but maybe that was for the best. If she let him release the nudes, he would lose his hold of her. She just hoped Tom would understand Tom came through the door, and the look on his eye told her she wasnt going to need to try and seduce him. The hunger in his eyes was not look of love and desire she was used to seeing on him, though. It was pitiless lust, a dark predatory gaze that threatened to consume her entire being. The tone of his voice added to the voracious mood being set, and Lila could feel the fear building in her stomach. Well, well, what do we have here? Tom? she whimpered, standing now, and backing away from him. He shook his head as his smile revealed his canines, and his dark intentions. Not your husband, Dr. Ross. Just your run of the mill rapist. You know, the kind of men you love to study? Dont you want a chance to study my methods up close? Tom bore upon her now, his strong hand gripping her wrists as she processed his words. She remembered a conversation, from a few weeks back. Talking about fantasies, and her own admission to wanting to, just once, play out a rape fantasy. He suggested role playing one of her subjects, teasing her about having more than a passing interest in the fantasy, given her chosen field of study. For whatever reason whatever the reason, she was sure wasnt a coincidence- he was choosing to role play this fantasy with her now, as a man who expressed desire to rape her watched on. Well, she was certainly terrified enough.