Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

From the closet in the office, a set of sharp eyes witnessed everything Abigail did. They watched as Geno led her in, the way she coyly let him lead her around. They observed her reaction when he started showing off his gun, an obvious compensation for what he was lacking elsewhere. They followed every move through the cracked door when she started taking charge, straddling his lap and getting him going, and they damn sure witnessed her stabbing his neck with a syringe and pumping him full of something. He was still breathing, so it was likely just a narcotic of some sort to knock him out. She was trying to bait him. She was the copycat! This beautiful woman was the one he had been trying to draw out! As the realization sunk in, Caleb couldn't help but smirk to himself. He should have guessed it to be a woman. Few men could pull off some of those killings with the kind of finessed he was capable of, but a woman, somehow it made sense. She wasn't just a woman, though. She was gorgeous, with silky blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a body with curves that would make a porn star jealous! She was also obviously quite dangerous, and no doubt highly trained, he reminded himself, and therefore was not to be taken lightly. Her allure only made her even more of a threat, because it could be...distracting. It looked as if this might be even more fun than he had anticipated. It was too bad she'd put Geno out. Now he had to wait for the asshole to wake up before he killed him. He had to see it coming, otherwise the death was pointless. It was a good thing he packed tranqs himself, and the smelling salts to counteract them, just for those occasions where it was advantageous to knock someone out for relocation before finishing them off. Narrowing his eyes, he realized there was no need for the mask, since his girl was right there and he wanted her to see his face, the face of a real killer. Pulling the mask off, he stuffed it back into its pouch and slowly opened the closet door, now that her back was to him, slipping out as silently as the death he brought with him. In one nearly impossibly swift motion, there was a hand in Abigail's hair, jerking her head back as a leg tangled between hers, a hip placed against her back to arch her body so it would be hard for her to react to anything, and the cold steel of a knife at her throat. In her ear there was a voice, calm, and in a way quite alluring, the kind of voice a woman would want to hear speaking to her while she was getting the best fucking of her life. You know, you should really learn to make sure your location is secure before you go patting yourself on the back, the voice said, almost seductive in its tone, and one could only imagine what the man it belonged to looked like. She would see soon enough, though. He didn't want to kill her like this. He wanted her looking into his eyes when it happened, though a part of him felt it was a bit of a shame to take the life of such a lovely, and talented creature. Perhaps that part is what caused his hesitation. Don't let this flatter you too much, he purred in her ear as he lowered the knife, turning the tip toward her sliding it beneath the hem of her shirt before he pulled it up and out to split the front of the shirt open, exposing her body to him. I just need to see what else you might be carrying on you that you can try to kill me with. He then began to trail the knife over her skin, slowly, using the blade to keep her at bay for the moment and to feel for anything she might have had strapped to her under the loose fitting shirt, though he seemed to intentionally tease her a bit as well, drawing the cold steel over her breasts even, letting her nipples feel the flat side pressed against them briefly. He was toying with her, it seemed, perhaps a bit overconfident, or perhaps simply testing her to see if she was good enough to get out of her predicament and make it a more even fight.