Finding My Sister's Killer Part One: My Sister's Death

“Let me tell you the story of my death. It started when I met a stranger at a bar...”

“I had it all. A house, a marriage, two kids, the hottest housewife blog around, a grandkid along the way. I had it all. Then, I lost it all.”

I took a drink from the glass of whisky I’ve been nursing for the last half-hour. This bar is empty besides the bartender, myself, and the stranger sitting next to me.

“When I first learned of my pregnancy, both my boyfriend and I were scared shitless. He was on a sports scholarship at the local community college, I was in my high school sophomore year and making a splash as head cheerleader. We met at a college party I snuck into with my older sister.”

I took another drink, my glass was empty so I ordered another.

“Nine-months later, we made it work. I gotta hand it to the man, back then he was so wrapped around my finger, so in love, and so responsible. We both worked our asses off, and when I graduated high school, I was soon pregnant again with our second.”

With my glass filled I took another drink. It’s not as weak as earlier when the ice had melted.

“Fast-forward to now. Both sons are on their own, moderately successful. Hubby found himself a new bitch. Yes bitch! That asshole knocked up his barely legal secretary! I get kicked out of the house, this disaster makes me look awful, he turned our sons against me! I lost the majority of my followers and now I’m back in my parents basement.”

I stared into the glass before I continued.

“Fuck my life! I’m so done at this point, it’s not worth it. So what’s the fix? Splish-splash toaster bath! Oh wait, that didn’t work, the power went out.”

The man next to me jumped slightly at my sudden outburst.

“Okay, okay, fine, I know a dry creek under a tall bridge. It’s a lovely sunny day. Perfect for a good-bye! I leap. I land in a fucking flash-flood. Where the hell did this come from?!”

He seems to be more engaged in my ramblings as I lament.

“Third time is the charm right? This nylon rope supports up to three hundred pounds. I just bought it and went to a rather solid oak tree with thick branches. Everything is set up, I got the noose around my neck, I measured correctly, I slip off from my position on the branch. Snap! Not only did the rope fail, but the whole damn tree decided to fall over.”

I slammed back the full contents of my glass. Bottoms up!

“What the hell? What the actual hell? Why am I not allowed to die?! I have no fucking purpose! No reason to live! Just let me die!”

The man next to me at the bar just stares at me, slowly sipping his fifth Pabst.

I tiled my head back, long blond hair in a mess, tumbled over my back and shoulders. I turned my neck to get a better look at the man. He’s not that remarkable. Looks like he just got off work at a greasy garage. His eyes are dark, his hair as much a mess as mine though significantly shorter and darker with some salt and peppered grays.

A grin slowly curls his lips. I know this type of grin, he’s undressing me with his eyes. Of course he is. I’ve been told I’m a rather attractive woman, for someone nearing her fifties anyway.

I should be attractive, I spent a shit-ton of money keeping myself looking camera ready. Breast augmentation, Botox, spa retreats, yoga retreats, I went all out.

His eyes trace my legs, slowly making their way back up to meet my eyes. His grin never leaves.

I noticed his face was flush, he’s drunk or he’s really buzzed.

“I can give you a purpose.” He says in a slow southern draw.

I blinked slowly, thinking my face had defaulted to my usual RBF look.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m yours to do as you please.” I said as I looked at my empty glass, slightly lamenting the lack of alcohol in it.

The man stood slowly, knees cracking in protest, he’s tall. He’s a good foot taller than I am, maybe more. Pretty well built now that I had a better look at him.

He set a fifty on the counter, “Covers yours too. Let’s go.” He says.

I stood and followed behind him, we left the bar and got into his rig. It’s a large white pick-up. Of course it’s a damn pick-up. This is a hick town of sorts and there’s only two types of vehicles here. Pick-ups and mini-vans.

Whatever. I didn’t give a shit anymore.

The ride was a silent one. He looked pretty determined, eyes focused on the road, gripping the driver’s wheel tightly.

We ended up somewhere out in the backwoods. Nothing around besides an older looking trailer. ‘This must be where he lives, or where he kills his victims. Ha! I could be so lucky!’ I thought as he parked his rig.

I didn’t notice the somewhat dilapidated barn behind the trailer until we got out.

We entered the trailer. I was impressed, it was so clean. From the outside I had expected it to be dingy and gross in that way older trailers are. This was actually well maintained.

I looked at the man, “So, bedroom?” I asked him.

He locked the door and looked back at me with that grin from earlier. “No, I think here in the main room would be best.” As he spoke he rummaged in a drawer in the small kitchenette.

“You want me to get undressed or...?” I had never done anything like this. Well, Okay I had fucked my now ex-husband within five minuets of meeting him, but I’ve never been with any other man, hell, I’ve never been alone at a bar!

There I was, standing in a stranger’s trailer willing to let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

“I’ve never had a willing buffet before.” He said as he pulled a carving knife from a drawer.

I was getting excited when I saw the distinctive shine from the blade. Would he actually accomplish that which I failed to do?

He stepped closer to me, knife pointed at my breasts, “Just how far are you willing to let me go before I have to force from you what I want?”

I realised, that it never had been a grin of undressing me out of clothing, he was undressing me out of my skin.

“Oh, oh honey, please...” I stepped closer, feeling the knife point pressing through my blouse. I wrapped a hand gently around his that held the handle of the blade, “Please take your time, make it hurt,” I moved close enough to whisper in his ear, “Make me scream.”

I wanted to feel every excruciating slice, I wanted him to do things to me only a butcher would dare do to cattle. I fucking wanted to die!

I could feel and hear his deep chuckle. He slid the knife up to my neck and wrapped his other arm around my hips, pulling me closer.

“I hope you taste as good as you smell. How much of you is natural?”

I had to giggle at that, “There’s some Botox in my face, and the breast augmentation is fat from my thighs. Nothing unnatural beyond that.”*

He liked that answer.

“Do you like classic music? Like, big band?” He asked, moving apart enough to look into my eyes again.

I thought about it. It had been years since I’d listened to big band, or swing, or anything older than Justin Bieber. Yeah, I know, pretty pathetic.

“Yeah, I could do with some tunes.” I was surprised by this man again. He produced a record player and put on Frank Sinatra. Here I thought everyone in this town would be a disciple of Billy Ray or some country crap like that.

Not this guy. Pretty classy actually.

He placed a hand behind my head, gripping my hair tightly and slowly pulling back to better expose my neck. He then pressed the blade against the tip of my chin, pressing until the skin broke. It stung, I liked it. Slowly he pulled the blade down to my chest, I felt warm blood begin to flow onto my skin, staining the top of my blouse.

“Oh yes ... Please...” I heard my voice before I realised I was saying anything.

I think he liked that too. The sound of a quiet moan escaped his lips, and he removed the blade. I felt his warm tongue along my neck where he just had the blade.

I could hear his delight at lapping the blood off my neck. It was intoxicating. I was causing this stranger such delight from my blood alone. I couldn’t wait for him to finish me off.

“It’s superficial.” He said; that southern draw of his had taken on a lustful edge. “I’ve never had a chance to really take my time and enjoy someone fresh and warm.”

“Take all the time in the world, as long as I’m dead by the end.”

“I’m going to enjoy carving you up. We’ll start with your hands.” As he said this he took hold of my right hand, placing his thumb between my middle and third digit, “Removing the last two fingers first, they have a nice crunch to them...”

“Yes...”

“Next, I’ll remove skin from your forearm.”

His hands began to trace up my arm, his fingertips lightly touching my skin. He then gripped my shoulder, slipping under the tank-sleeve.

“Let’s remove this first.”

I didn’t want to lose the feel of his embrace, but the shirt had to go. I took a step back and removed my blouse, and my bra. “Should I remove the rest?” I asked as he drank in my semi-nude form.

“Yeah, you might as well. How do you feel?”

“Honestly, it’s the first time any man other than my ex-husband has looked at me. I guess it’s a bit embarrassing.”

He laughed at that. I guess it was pretty absurd to feel that way, this man had only moments ago told me how he was going to cut me up and crunch up my fingers.

“Get those clothes off darling, My knife needs more to slice.”

I was somewhat hesitant. On one hand, yes, I wanted to die. I hate what’s happened to my life, and I didn’t see anything good coming my way as I got older. On the other hand, I’d never been in a situation like this. I guess it was catching up to me. I was nude, in front of a stranger whose name I still didn’t know, ready to give my life, my flesh, my everything with the promise he was going to end that life.

“Good girl. Now come here.”

I walked back up to him. He gripped my left hand again and set it down on a small end table, the one he had the record player on. He separated my first three fingers away from the last two, then raised the knife.

It happened so quickly, as if he really had done this many times yet. Before I realised it he had removed the last two fingers from my left hand. I didn’t feel anything until I held my hand up and looked at the blood flowing down my palm and dripping off my elbow.

It sounded like he was eating carrots. I looked at him past my bloody hand and watched him as he thoroughly enjoyed chewing up my fingers.

I don’t think I had ever seen such a look of pleasure on anyone before. My chest was heating up, a trembling between my legs. He was eating me, and I felt such ecstasy. My knees were going weak. I had to brace myself against the small table.

“You’re not going down on me yet.” It was more of a command than a question.

I shook my head, “N-no, I just...” I trailed off some, head swimming in a rapture I had never known before, “ ... I-I’ve never ... N-never felt such...”

He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to face his intense, dark, gaze.

“S-such ... elation...” I was finally able to squeal.

My blood ran in rivulets from the corners of his reddened lips. The look, his eyes, my blood making its way down the stubble of his chin. I needed this. Why now at the end did I realise how much I needed this?

He brought my hand to those beautiful lips, licking and suckling at the stubs where my fingers had been. The way his tongue moved over the severed flesh sent a ripple through my being.

He moved his grip from my wrist to my elbow, smearing the blood on my arm. He was careful with this cut. Just enough to skin me without causing a fatal blood loss.

As the skin was slowly pulled off my arm I felt such a pain, such a pleasure! I let out a yowl, it was almost like my arm was on fire. What a sight it was! Bloody, but I could see muscle and sinew that skin had once covered.

I was shaking as I gazed at my skinned forearm in awe.

“I’m going to save this for tomorrow. Skin makes a good salty snack.” He left me standing in the main room and stored the skin with great care.

It felt amazing to know he would enjoy me even after I was gone.

He took up one of my breasts in his hand, fondling it but in a way as if he were contemplating something.

“I’m going to cut these off, you said they were augmented with your excess fat? They should freeze well.” He proceeded to cut off each breast, I couldn’t help but scream at the simultaneous agony and ecstasy.

The mutilation was nowhere near complete.

I stood there, blood covering my front, shivering in pain, pleasure, a slight chill, and begging for more.

“You’re really into this huh?” He carefully packed the breasts into plastic bowls. He took his time, I could tell he was enjoying this by the growing bulge in his pants. I wondered if it was constricted by his jeans.

He didn’t seem to worry too much about it though, instead his full attention was on me, on my being processed into meals for him.

I followed as his eyes moved down from my bloodied, breastless chest, down to my legs. He made a motion with his finger for me to turn. I did so, giving him a full view of my naked backside.

I felt both his hands rub my butt-cheeks, assessing them as a farmer assesses their stock. He squeezed and poked at me. I finally heard what sounded like a ‘Mmhmm’ as if he had something in his mouth. I supposed he bit the knife to free the cutting hand long enough to make sure my butt was good enough.

I felt the knife slice into my flesh, just like with the arm, just like with my breasts, it felt amazing. Like for a moment my entire body was lit on fire. I couldn’t help but shudder. My painful yowling turned into moans of pleasure.

Once again he took his time and packed the butt-cheeks away, everything went into a fridge that was practically empty earlier but for a single carton of milk.

I turned to watch him, oh god I was beginning to fall in love with the way he looked at me, the way he moved, the way he held the knife and sliced me up.

Those dark eyes penetrated me into the marrow in my bones; marrow he would later suck from my bones in glee.

I was going to be a part of him forever after he devoured my meat. I would be immortalized within him, until his dying breath.

The thought was filling my mind, a mind that could feel the life leaving my mutilated body.

He took me up in his arms and set me onto a plastic covered couch. Now I see why everything was so clean. This place was his killing grounds. Anything covered in cloth was also covered in a plastic wrap.

“I need you to be sitting for this next part. Hope the lack of an ass doesn’t cause you any undo distress.”

I giggled at this. He was worried I’d be uncomfortable sitting, after cutting off my butt. I didn’t care about that, everything he was doing to me was amazing!

He slid a hand upward, from my ankle with an old half-moon scar, up to in between my thighs. I didn’t realise I had gotten so wet until he pulled his hand away to reveal it was slick with my pussy fluids. This caused a heat to rise within me. I knew I must have been a deep shade of red from the embarrassment.

He laughed at me, “Don’t worry. I like it. Never thought I’d get the chance to have someone as willing, and as lovely, as you.”

He tried to reassure me, but I was mortified.

“Well, I suppose I’ll just have to take your mind off that.” As he spoke he ran the knife along the same path his free hand had taken, superficial cutting but it did cause me to bleed. He then cut out my inner thighs.

“This is some of the most tender cuts of meat on a human.” He licked the fresh cuts and slowly stood, leaving me there on the couch while he once more took his time securing the new cuts.

I relished the pain. The cool air caused the open wounds to sting, I knew I would soon be dead, blood pooled around me. My vision was beginning to darken and my breathing was getting slower. I didn’t want it to end yet!

The man made his way back to me, he had removed all clothing but his boxers at some point between packing my thighs and returning to my fading body.

Those dark eyes gazed deeply into mine. “You’re starting to slip. You’ll be dead soon, do you have any last request?”

How sweet, I was going to die, leaving him alone, and he was kind enough to offer me a last request. I smiled weakly at him, reaching up with a shaking arm, the one with all its fingers and skin, and rested it on his cheek.

“I want you to eat me like an animal eating its prey. I want to die feeling your teeth tearing what’s left of me.”

The last thing I saw was that grin he looked at me with in the bar, the grin he had when he looked over my naked body, the grin that would stay with me at my dying moment. I felt his teeth tear into my shoulder.