What is the issue? Maria enquired with a strong Spanish accent. The stranger said, “Strip.” As though he were speaking to a slave.
Maria threw her long shirt on the bed after pulling it over her head. She was across the room, standing naked and tensely trying not to tremble.
Are you afraid of me? He demanded.
Indeed, you do make me anxious, Maria said. “Why?”
You’re speaking so quietly that I can’t understand you.
What’s there to understand when I payed to fuck you?
Most of the men that visit this place don’t view me the same way you do. They finish their work and go.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself and go as well. Just before I start, I want to look through what I’m paying for. It won’t take me more than an hour to complete what I came for.
“All right, you look, tell me when you want to start.”
Do the men you fuck generally engage in lengthy chats with you? Really, to most of them, you are simply a slab of meat. Really, do you think they want to speak with a filthy Mexican whore?
I only spoke with you. The others simply crawl on top of me and carry out their contractual obligations without ever speaking, Maria retorted.
The stranger kept calling her a “dirty Mexican whore,” as though he were attempting to make her feel uncomfortable. I do this for my family’s sake; I am not a whore, Maria retorted.
Can’t you find a job doing laundry? Maybe cooking? Why serve like a dog for any man willing to pay?
Finding job is difficult, especially paying work. I must assist in providing for my family. Are the other two females members of your family?
“Yeah, Anna is my cousin and Claudia is my sister.”
“Damn, I should have kept Claudia here if I had known that. I would adore seeing two sisters fight. Do you ever sex with your sister?
Could we please get on with this?
When the stranger’s sexual arousal increased, he made fun of Maria for having sex with her sister. He would never have intercourse with her, but teasing her was more fun for him. “What do you like best about your sister?”
What are you saying? Mary enquired.
I couldn’t get a good look at her; are her tits nice? I have no interest in women, not even my sister.
What do you think about me paying a little bit more to watch you two on the bed?
Maria answered, “I won’t do it.”
The stranger questioned, “No? He utilized this response, which he had anticipated, to further tease Maria. Would you be interested in watching me fuck your sister?
“No, to me this is a job. This is not enjoyable at all.
The man approached Maria and moved closer, almost touching her. He extended his filthy hand and touched her right breast with it. He circled her nipples before turning to look directly into her eyes. He questioned, “What do you do best?”
Maria answered, “I just lay on my back and let the man do what he wants, that’s all.
You don’t stink, dude? The stranger, who was still making fun of Maria, asked, “Or give hand jobs or anything.”
Maria made no comment.
“What? Did I irritate anyone? I suppose you do more than just take it while lying on your back. The stranger said, “I want something extra. Ever give it the behind?
Maria’s eyes were filled with terror as she regarded the stranger. She was aware that the madam would reprimand her or fire her if she didn’t comply with his demands. She had never taken him that way before, so the thought of doing so made her nervous. No, she said, “I haven’t.”
As he pulled Maria back into the bed, the stranger added, “Excellent, there’s a first time for everything.” He said, “Get on all fours.”
Mary took the position after climbing up onto the bed. She lowered her head and presented the stranger, who was now undressed, her ass. When she felt the man’s hand take her by her hips, she had her eyes closed and was waiting for him to enter. He could see him trying to enter her dry from his position behind her. The man blasted her for being a filthy Mexican whore who would allow him to take her this way for money with each thrust, and the pain was excruciating.
“Stop!” Maria sobbed. “It aches!”
To enter Maria from behind, the stranger persisted in pushing till he finally gave up and sat back on his heels. Maria was happy that the man had given up and had hoped that he would roll her over, fuck her, and move on like the previous men. Instead, she felt him lift her to her feet by grabbing her by the neck. He put his arm across her chest, sank his teeth into her neck, and put his other hand over her lips. Maria’s body drooped limply onto the bed for a few minutes as the stranger, a vampire, drank the blood from her neck.
Standing up, he adjusted his belt, pulled up his pants, and made other necessary adjustments. He wasn’t through with her yet; he went to get a knife from his jeans and approached Maria’s lifeless corpse. He turned her over onto her back and seated one leg on either side of her hips to mount her. He lowered his gaze to meet her blank expression and inserted the knife’s point just below her sternum. He quickly slid the knife into her stomach and slashed downward till he struck her pelvis bone.
He then reached into her abdomen with his left hand, removed her intestines, and placed them on the bed. He pushed them onto the floor after pushing them as far as they would go and cutting them free with the knife. Now that he had access to her ribs, he went back inside to look for her heart. Once he had the organ in his grasp, he used the other hand to bring in the knife and cut the blood vessels, allowing him to remove her heart and lay it on the bed next to the prostitute who had already died.
A man could be seen seated at a desk next to an office window with his back to the glass in the candlelight coming through the church windows. A woman’s dark form could be made out moving between the pews further into the building, but nothing else about her behavior could be made out. The pastor and his wife were working in the church cleaning and organizing the books in the late evening.The stranger discovered the fresh meat he was looking for, however he couldn’t tell from the outside if anyone else was inside. When he moved to the back of the church, he saw that the pastor’s wife had left the door ajar. He carefully opened it and slid inside while remaining as silent as he could. After entering the back store room, he made his way to the altar’s entrance and entered the dim area where the candlelight couldn’t illuminate him. He focused on her task as he observed the pastor’s wife sweeping the area between the pews.He needed to remain silent in order to prevent the pastor from go
The pastor’s wife’s funeral was held early in the day, leaving him alone to lead bible class in the evening, which he had scheduled at Bohdan’s request. Bohdan grieved that the pastor’s wife was slain without him feeding off of her, therefore he was now in need of fresh blood. At least once a week, he needed to eat, and today the pastor brought fresh meat to the table.As the class was being held in the back of the church for a small number of individuals, Bohdan concealed there. A group that the pastor believed the vampire would target well. The pastor, enraged over the killing of his wife, was forced to carry out the instructions of the vampire who had killed her and left her to hang in the public square.Bohdan heard the pastor say a closing prayer before the lesson ended, which was supposed to last for an hour. The pastor was supposed to leave one person behind so that Bohdan could kill the victim and consume their blood. Bohdan kept an eye on the doorway, waiting for the pastor t
The next day, a body hanging over a fence post at the edge of town was identified as Angela’s, who had been eviscerated. With scant information, sheriff Jim Greenwood suddenly had to deal with three killed and dismembered woman as well as an incensed and terrified population. The sheriff received word that the community had taken notice of the visitor and had expressed concern that he might be the person he should be keeping an eye out for. Other than the fact that the pastor’s wife and a parishioner were both churchgoers, the other ladies had no obvious link to one another. The prostitute was an isolated incident with no obvious relationship to the other women. Unless all three could be traced to the stranger.The pastor was working in The back feeding his animals when the sheriff arrived at the pastor’s house by motorcycle. He attracted the pastor’s notice, got off his horse, and walked over to the neighborhood minister of the gospel. The sheriff greeted the pastor by extending his
Bohdan returned to the saloon driving a horse pulled wagon. The wagon was empty except for a few sacks of grain covered by a blanket and some tools. He pulled the wagon behind the saloon and tied the horses up to a rail by the back door. The wagon set just under the second floor windows and was well hidden in the dark of the evening.When he knew the wagon was secure, Bohdan walked around the side of the building and entered trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Most of the patrons at the bar noticed the stranger right away and now knew a little of him from when he first arrived in town a few weeks ago. Bohdan looked around and watched the nude dancers grind on the willing men who were paying for lap dances. For a moment he took in the show, but he needed to get on with the business he came for. He turned and headed up the stairs by the front door to the apartment of the madam he had met once before.As he headed up the stairs, all eyes were upon him, and this was exactly what he
At the back door of the church, Bohdan dragged the dead woman from the wagon into the building and unraveled her from the blanket. He tossed the blanket aside, cleaned off the altar and lifted her dead body onto the clean area facing her towards the ceiling. Her head, arms and legs dangled off the sides. He walked back to the supply room and found some tools he had stored and waited for the pastor to show. He told the pastor he needed to meet with him at ten and it was important. He just didn’t know how important. The pastor argued and said they could talk at the house, but Bohdan insisted that they meet at the church.Before the pastor showed up, Bohdan had something he had to finish. He took the bag of tools and found a knife inside. He approached the altar and stood at the side where the madam’s head was hanging back with her long hair touching the floor. Straddling her head between his legs, Bohdan placed his knife at her lower abdomen and stabbed down hard until he cut through th
The sun burned hot in the sky when the sheriff and his deputies rode up to the pastor’s house looking for the stranger who lived there. There were no visible signs that anyone was there, but the sheriff had a hunch that he would find who he was looking for inside the house. He didn’t need a warrant, it was eighteen seventy five.The sheriff dismounted from his horse and led his three deputies to the front porch. He didn’t think knocking would be a good idea since he didn’t want the strangers trying to escape or shooting at them. He told one of the deputies to go to the back of the house and watch to make sure the stranger didn’t escape. Giving him ample time to get around to the rear, the sheriff opened the front door and led the remaining two deputies inside.What the found was a pine wood coffin setting on the floor in the main room with the lid on.“What the fuck?” Deputy Diller asked. “Why is there a pinewood box in the house?”“He’s a preacher, he does funerals, maybe it has some
Three weeks passed slow for Bohdan who was now a sickly version of what he had been. The constant sunlight flooding his cell and lack of blood left him weak and pale. He was transported to the courthouse covered with a blanket to keep him from burning from the sun and was set up at a table with his public defender attorney Jack Shultis. This was the first time he had contact with his attorney and he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell.Across the room sat the county attorney and prosecutor Ed McDaniel who had been working the area for years and knew the judge well. The room was filled with interested locals who came to see the show and what would happen to the person accused of serial murder in the town of Abilene Kansas.The bailiff looked at his watch and then announced the judge to the courtroom. “All stand for the honorable Judge Stevens,” the bailiff stated and the room rumbled with the sound of the gallery standing while the judge entered the room.“Be seated,” Judge Stevens sa
The local doctor examined Bohdan in his seat and came to the conclusion he was suffering from starvation and dehydration. Neither of which could be resolved without human blood and the doctor didn’t know. Nobody but Bohdan knew. And Bohdan was on the verge of unconsciousness when he reached out and grabbed the doctor by his arm and pulled him in close and sank his fangs into his neck puncturing his artery drinking as fast as he could.The gallery erupted seeing what Bohdan was doing but no one had the insight to stop him from killing the doctor. For a few seconds Bohdan drank from the doctor’s neck in full view of everyone in the courtroom until he dropped the doctor on the floor in a heap. Bohdan leaned back in his chair, blood draining from his mouth feeling the rush of nourishment fill his body. Then he felt a strike to the back of his head and fell face first onto the desk. The bailiff had finally come over to stop Bohdan and made sure he didn’t attack anyone else.Bohdan was drag