gesticulating madly, whipping himself into a frenzy. He stopped abruptly and plopped down next
to Alicia, startling her and causing her to shrink away.
He rubbed a hand lovingly over her
voluptuous ass as she quivered in fear
and began to sob.
"Talk to me. Tel me what to do," he said, staring deeply into her terrified eyes.
"Let me go. You should let me go right away before you do something you'l
regret."
"If I let you go I'l just find another woman."
"Then turn yourself in. They have people who can help you."
"Doctors? Psychiatrists? They'l just lock me up with this hunger stil gnawing at me each and every day. That would be
torture. No, I need to find a cure, another cure, a different cure."
"Joe. Listen to me. You have to let me go, Joe. You can't keep me here. They'l catch you."
"You're right. I can't keep you here forever. I'm going to have to go after him. But I'm taking you with me.
Alicia had no idea what the man was
talking about, but it didn't sound good.
"You have to go after who?"
"Damon Trent. He's the one who made me what I am. I have to find him. Destroy him. In order to destroy the curse." Joe sat down and told Alicia everything and she listened, not just in order to gain his confidence and trust, but because
she was legitimately curious. The story he was tel ing was unbelievable, but by the time he was done he almost had her
convinced.
"So you believe that this Damon Trent guy passed on some type of virus to you when he molested you and that's what's
causing you to change?"
"It's changing me into a kil er! And if I don't find him then you're going to wind up being my first victim."
As much as it chil ed the blood in Alicia's veins to hear that he was thinking about kil ing her, she was encouraged by the
fact that he hadn't murdered her yet and also by the fact that he didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt her. It was that virus inside him making him crazy. It sounded ridiculous when she repeated it to
herself now, but when he'd told her about the correlation he'd found between the
werewolf and vampire legends and the
evolution of the serial kil er it almost made sense to her. If he could just find and kil that fucker that infected him then he'd be cured and he'd let her go and
maybe they could even go out again
sometime once he was normal.
Alicia knew that she was being a fool.
Why would she want to go out with the
guy who chained her up and bit her
nipples off and was more than likely
going to murder her?
Because you're a sex-addict, her
subconscious answered back.
The likelihood of him curing himself by plunging a stake through the heart of a serial child murderer was so remote it
was crazy. Stil , it was the only thing she had to hang her hopes on.
"I'l help you."
"What?"
"I'l help you find him ... and kil him." Joe stared into Alicia's eyes for a long moment. He saw an honesty and a trust
there that was almost childlike. There
was loneliness there too, and a need-the need for love. He reached out and
stroked her long curly black hair and
leaned in to kiss her.
As Joe's lips touched hers Alicia
screamed at herself: Bite his lips off. Bite off his fucking tongue! Kil Him! Kil Him!!!
Instead, she returned his kiss. Their
tongues dueled and danced and Joe
lovingly caressed her beautiful body,
careful to avoid her savaged nipples,
which were stil raw and tender. He
kissed her throat and sucked the sweat
from the hol ows of her col arbones. He licked the salt of her tears from her
cheeks and brushed his lips against her eyelids. He sucked her bruised lips and kissed the tip of her chin. Then he laid her down and removed the leg spreader
from between her ankles, slipping off her restraints and kissing the chafed and
torn flesh beneath, shivering at the meaty metal ic taste of her blood.
Joe stroked her buttery caramel thighs
and Alicia moaned in appreciation. She
tried to tel herself to fight him, to kick him off and run for her life, but he was so big,
to Alicia, startling her and causing her to shrink away.
He rubbed a hand lovingly over her
voluptuous ass as she quivered in fear
and began to sob.
"Talk to me. Tel me what to do," he said, staring deeply into her terrified eyes.
"Let me go. You should let me go right away before you do something you'l
regret."
"If I let you go I'l just find another woman."
"Then turn yourself in. They have people who can help you."
"Doctors? Psychiatrists? They'l just lock me up with this hunger stil gnawing at me each and every day. That would be
torture. No, I need to find a cure, another cure, a different cure."
"Joe. Listen to me. You have to let me go, Joe. You can't keep me here. They'l catch you."
"You're right. I can't keep you here forever. I'm going to have to go after him. But I'm taking you with me.
Alicia had no idea what the man was
talking about, but it didn't sound good.
"You have to go after who?"
"Damon Trent. He's the one who made me what I am. I have to find him. Destroy him. In order to destroy the curse." Joe sat down and told Alicia everything and she listened, not just in order to gain his confidence and trust, but because
she was legitimately curious. The story he was tel ing was unbelievable, but by the time he was done he almost had her
convinced.
"So you believe that this Damon Trent guy passed on some type of virus to you when he molested you and that's what's
causing you to change?"
"It's changing me into a kil er! And if I don't find him then you're going to wind up being my first victim."
As much as it chil ed the blood in Alicia's veins to hear that he was thinking about kil ing her, she was encouraged by the
fact that he hadn't murdered her yet and also by the fact that he didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt her. It was that virus inside him making him crazy. It sounded ridiculous when she repeated it to
herself now, but when he'd told her about the correlation he'd found between the
werewolf and vampire legends and the
evolution of the serial kil er it almost made sense to her. If he could just find and kil that fucker that infected him then he'd be cured and he'd let her go and
maybe they could even go out again
sometime once he was normal.
Alicia knew that she was being a fool.
Why would she want to go out with the
guy who chained her up and bit her
nipples off and was more than likely
going to murder her?
Because you're a sex-addict, her
subconscious answered back.
The likelihood of him curing himself by plunging a stake through the heart of a serial child murderer was so remote it
was crazy. Stil , it was the only thing she had to hang her hopes on.
"I'l help you."
"What?"
"I'l help you find him ... and kil him." Joe stared into Alicia's eyes for a long moment. He saw an honesty and a trust
there that was almost childlike. There
was loneliness there too, and a need-the need for love. He reached out and
stroked her long curly black hair and
leaned in to kiss her.
As Joe's lips touched hers Alicia
screamed at herself: Bite his lips off. Bite off his fucking tongue! Kil Him! Kil Him!!!
Instead, she returned his kiss. Their
tongues dueled and danced and Joe
lovingly caressed her beautiful body,
careful to avoid her savaged nipples,
which were stil raw and tender. He
kissed her throat and sucked the sweat
from the hol ows of her col arbones. He licked the salt of her tears from her
cheeks and brushed his lips against her eyelids. He sucked her bruised lips and kissed the tip of her chin. Then he laid her down and removed the leg spreader
from between her ankles, slipping off her restraints and kissing the chafed and
torn flesh beneath, shivering at the meaty metal ic taste of her blood.
Joe stroked her buttery caramel thighs
and Alicia moaned in appreciation. She
tried to tel herself to fight him, to kick him off and run for her life, but he was so big,
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