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  I took advantage of her docility and turned her around, but my member didn't' go into her ass this time, but her pussy, like a knife through butter, and she was so wet that if I had had skis on, I would have slid down on her like a mountain into hell.

  My claws took hold of her shoulders and I pulled her down, pushing in almost to the balls. Her pussy was amazing. I think I was drunk enough to be swallowed by it. She screamed as if she was possessed, arching back and up, trying to get more of me in, an impossible thing unless she wanted me to come out of her mouth.

  Then I tried something new... while she was trying for another orgasm I did the same, but since her eyes were closed from so much pleasure I went for the knife, grabbed it with my right hand, free from her shoulder. The chinese knife shone in my hand, an edge so fine it could cut through bone. She was moaning, coming again. I let her have it.

  A multicolored burst... her screams of pleasure and ecstasy mixed with the tremors of death. Her blood, hot and red, splashed over everything, and her last palpitations reached the orgasm when I slid the knife in her womb, the soft spot, and then, by strength, I forced the knife up with both hands, opening her up like a canal...

  I wanted to feel her vibrating body twitch. I wanted her pain to make me come.

  It was the best, wildest orgasm I have ever had. Pushing violently with my hands and holding her to my dick, I experienced the strongest orgasm in my fucking life. I didn't hear her first cry of shock and pain, I wasn't aware of it becoming a howling of fear and horror that went through walls. All I felt was pleasure, great pleasure, feeling her warm blood running down my hands. I kept pushing my cock in and out in a feast of blood and guts. I could see my face transfigured, teeth clenched in a demonic way, on the mirror by the bed. I didn't recognize myself. That couldn't be me.

  Carla kept screaming so once I was spent I pulled her red mane and... ended up with a wig? It was then she turned to me with an indefinable mix of pain and sadness in her eyes... And then I recognized her! How did I not recognized her before? It was her! Yes, I couldn't believe it and I felt shame for not seeing it. It was Rose! The damned woman had finally got her wish to die at my hands! In a reflex, not wanting her to suffer any more, I slit her throat.

  I had bought the ticket for prison. Mathias was never going to forgive me for this. As soon as he found out about her death he was going to find evidence under the rocks to take me in. That is, if he didn't kill me first. I didn't care about dying, it would be release just like it was for Rose.

  I did my best this time, like a good pro, and left nothing to chance. Any fingerprints on her body or her house was erased drastically and methodically. The knife and its siblings were to disappear later and far away from there, where no one could relate them to a crime. Too well did I know there was no culprit without a murder weapon. Before I left, I searched through the house and left a gift for good Mathias. He was going to love it. (Insert malevolent laugh here).

  Did I tell you what I did before leaving the pub? I sent a message to Bogdan from Carla's phone saying she was going home alone. I know he wasn't going to buy it, let alone Mathias, but that was it.

  Let them continue the search for the non-serial killer. I, for one, hadn't been able to kill a fucking homo.

  It's becoming harder to write. Sometimes I feel like this isn't me... it's all very strange, as if I was living in a movie where I'm not the only protagonist.

  Investigation by Lieutenant Mathias,

  (Cataluña's chief of police)

  On the case of the so called Non-Serial Killer, nickname given to it because of its unexpected and particular modus operandi, one murder different from the last, not one of them equal, no similar victims and no clues or hints left on the crime scenes:

  Dossier #1

  First known victim; Claudia Fernandez Sanchez. 53 years old. Bound from Salamanca. No close relatives known, no one claimed her body or came forth to identify it. Found dead after a week by a maid who cleaned her place once a week. Cause of death: Death by stabbing. Womb pierced with a long and fine blade. Probable murder weapon, a ham knife found clean in the house hold. Organs damaged: intestine and appendix. Bled to death. Approximate time of death: 23:45/13-12-10.

  Police investigation: Possible burglary, drawers and appliances scattered throughout the place, which introduces the possibility of attempted robbery. Unexplainable to find her naked and, according to autopsy, with signs of having had sexual intercourse prior to the act. Having found no signs of violence other than her death, case is closed until more reasonable clues are brought forth.

  In the same building, in the same time frame, a neighbor disappeared without a trace. No one seems to remember his name (he had been living in the building for about two months and wasn't very sociable, according to neighbors). Landlord assures us that the apartment wasn't leased and he had no knowledge of anyone occupying it.

  Therefore, after a fruitless search, he's listed as missing and, as a sole suspect, he's got a warrant for his arrest. No results as of yet. Superseded case.

  Dossier #2

  Second known victim; Mrs. Federica Palomares Soria, 79 year old widow, no known relatives, no body claimed. Found dead under Puente de la Concepcion, by Don Agustin Gonzales's park. Autopsy reveals she was apparently pushed by a strong person of approximately 180 cms, judged by the bruises on the woman's back. Probable cause of death; multiple lacerations by cranial trauma, skin lesions, burst vessels, fractures and exposed and internal wounds. Probable time of death: 16:30/16-03-11.

  Police report: For lack of witnesses and inability to match the bruises on her back to any known suspects, the case is closed. We await more information to reopen and proceed.

  Relation to previous case: Living in the same neighborhood.

  Dossier #3

  Victim: Woman, 33 years old, found in the toilets in a pub in the San Gregorio neighborhood. Autopsy reveals consensual intercourse and death by violent bone fracture of the cervical line. Instant death by lack of oxygen to the brain. Approximate time of death: 3:56/17-04-11.

  Police report: A witness states he saw a couple go into the stalls. The girl was a regular pub attendant, although the witness seems to remember only that she was called blonde Monica by the patrons. They had never crossed more than a few words and certainly nothing worth mentioning. Of the man, the witness didn't seem to find anything remarkable, he doesn't even remember how he got home that night.

  Seeing as we have no way of getting any meaningful information, the case is archived while new data becomes available.

  ­- Shit! - Mathias slammed the report and rubbed his eyes, then pulled his curly hair.- What am I missing, what?- He shouted taking a look at the reports on his desk. "Too many unresolved cases and that damned killer is still at large, killing at will". Mathias didn't remember anything remotely like that case in his long career, and it made him sleepless.

  - Boss! Boss!- Called Anton Cubero, his right hand, coming in.

  - Can't you see I'm busy?!- Barked Mathias.

  - Sir... I'm sorry, I... I don't know how to tell you this...

  - Speak Cubero! What has she done? Another crazy stunt I'm sure!- Mathias could see himself apologizing on her behalf, telling them about her disease and how she was going to die. rose was not fine lately and he didn't know how to help her. He sighed, focusing his attention back on agent Anton, who seemed to be having a hard time making up his mind about whatever news he brought. It couldn't be that important.

  - Boss... Rose... is dead.- He said the last part fast, like being afraid he wouldn't finish it. He shouted the rest in a single breath.- She was murdered, chief! She's been killed!.- His voice wavered.

  - NO! It can't be! Rose?... Dead?... - Mathia's eyes filled with tears, not wanting to believe his right hand.- NO!- He shouted punching the desk, which didn't splinter only because it was made of oak. Mathias did not stop there, he buffed like a horse after a race (the one that comes in last) and kicked and punched everything in the room, shouting al
l the while.

  -I'm going to kill that motherfucker! I'm going to cut his balls and shove them up his fucking ass!- Mathias suddenly stopped and looked at his agent, who was staring at him from a corner. Cubero was looking at him with true terror, hunched down in fear of receiving one of those mighty punches on his ugly face.

  - Come on!- Mathias said, throwing Anton his jacket.- We have a lot to do.

  Chapter 11

  ─ "I cannot allow this, he will never kill again if I can help it." These were the thoughts of good lieutenant Matthias. The anger he felt from the knowledge of Rose's death did not let him rest. His brain was a chaos of anger and helplessness. While traveling in the patrol car to the small apartment of his good friend and companion Rose, his anger would not let him think otherwise. "Gabriel, had to die."

  He had not solved it, "and this had been going for almost a year" since he took over the case and, it had been all shadows and false leads, no one seemed to have seen or heard anything, this was amazing, but he knew that it could be none other than him, Gabriel. Ever since he met him (and for years afterwards) he found him a strange person, not prone to have friends, very lonely. He always found him alone, when he met him, and his smell ... And not because he was a coroner, no. But he smelled ... like death. "Mathias could not be fooled. Before coming to the police department, Matthias was stationed in Basque country, in a secret brigade that called themselves "The crap cleaners". Of course that's what they called themselves, no one would have dared say that to their faces.

  His brigade was responsible for former terrorists, they were responsible for "giving away passports '; it was a way like any other to get rid of "shit" and no one complained. Of course, Matthias, never had any remorse, those criminals were able to kill hundreds of innocent people with their car bombs or state buildings or even commercial businesses, regardless of civilian deaths; they deserved no mercy. Many of those who made these outrageous crimes lie today in unthinkable places, forgotten graves without any inscription or under buildings, parks or even in places that would ever occur to a normal mind. The cemetery. Off course under false names.

  Too bad everything is over now. Damn corrupt politicians!

  - Lieutenant! We have arrived - agent Cubero interrupted his thoughts.

  Matthias said nothing, he was too excited to be in front of her friend's apartment to say anything.

  The scientific police had already done their work and gone. The report would be left on his desk the next day. What Mathias wanted to find out was different. Upon entering he went directly to a cabinet that was in the entrance to open it, he pulled out a handful of bath towels and a small little door appeared behind them. From his left pocket, he pulled out a tiny key and opened the little door. His eyes shone with great intensity

  - I got you motherfucker! - Shouted, clenching his teeth with rage.

  Agent Cubero, who was right behind him, scared by that hoarse desperate cry, jumped back nearly covering the doorway that had not yet closed. He looked at his boss surprised, as he triumphantly raised in his hands, something like a hard drive, and kept shouting ─¡I got you bastard! I got you now! You son of a bitch!

  Chapter 12

  Damned Rose!

  I don’t feel like going out, I didn’t like at all to kill that poor girl. Last night I called the department and told them I would not go today, I asked to take leave for while. My eternal headache is gone. Since my last murder I do not feel any pain. No, do not ask why. I do not know.

  I just know that it feels as if a great stone, weighing tons, was crushing me and not letting me breathe. Regrets? Remorse?

  No! Hang over! Upon arrival, I drank at least a case of beer by myself, and was one of twenty-four cans! So that's how I got up today, unable to bear my soul. I want to ask for voluntary withdrawal in a while because I know that good Matthias will be on me like a dog and for sure he will hit me in the face, and break all my teeth; he will leave me with none. He'll piss on me and enjoy it.

  Son of a bitch! How could he deceive me so? How did she get me to kill her, fooling me with that cheap whore disguise...? And now, because of her I have to vanish. I broke my own rule "no killing cops" and now I have to hide for a while. "I may have to sell my mother’s stamp collection. I never cared for savings, I always lived the day without worries. Until I accepted my mother at home. Damn! I could break my head against the wall for it! I divorced my wife to be alone ... And I let myself be convinced by my brother to bring my mother home...? "She was the one who made me as I am now. All the yelling, crying, and ... asking? Why did I accept the first time? If I had ignored him.... "

  How did it all start...? Certainly yes, I remember it well. It was the first day I left her alone with a girl who I had hired for a couple of hours. She was a whore that occasionally satisfied my needs as a man and I don’t know why, from one day to another she said she would never prostitute again. That she wanted to leave prostitution and would return to the village with her parents. I did not dislike the girl so I suggested that if she wanted to earn some "Euros" she could take care of my mother for a few hours in which I, because of my work, could not. And she was delighted. She told me I could rely on her because being an ex prostitute was not easy. She needed to save some money to go back to the village with something, and she wanted to start a bakery, she said that she was good at pastry and bread making. As she explained: she really was very excited about her "project".

  It was a pity, because she was very good in bed and now I had to find me another girl to satisfy my lust.

  Poor girl, one day, the first ... I got home, I was surprised not to see her in the living room watching TV, my mother used to be quiet and calm after dinner and gave her no trouble, so I thought the girl had left before I arrived.

  As I was going to see my mother to see if she was okay and say goodnight, I saw her ... and I understood their silence! My mother was having dinner ... The guts of the girl!

  I had forgotten to tell her not to undo her bindings! From the third time she bit me, I kept her sedated and tied to her bed. But I never thought she would do what she did.

  I guess the girl felt sorry to see her tied on the bed and rather than call me and ask me, she decided to release her, and ... whatever else happened there, I can just imagine.

  My mother had another fit of madness and ... Hunger...! And she pounced on the poor girl who expected no such action, it was easy prey for Mom. And she would bite directly into the jugular with those teeth that God had given her and I don’t know how she still had them all. I could not stop looking at the scene ... the girl had her chest open, completely torn, I supposed she had done it with her nails since there was no weapon or a tool. And her hands were dripping with blood and guts that she occasionally took to her mouth and drank or bit.

  Hearing the door and my scream of surprise, (Yes, I screamed in horror). My mother looked at me with those blue eyes, and did not know why, but I was shaking.

  She smiled at me, with those teeth full of blood and her mouth drooling, then said;

  - Do not worry about me, son, I had my dinner ... -.And she took another bite to her mouth.

  I could not help it, I ran to the bathroom and there I started throwing up almost everything and her breast milk. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, how can a murderer feel nauseous for something he usually does...? But if you've read from the beginning you would know that I was not like that. A bit of a ladies' man and careless, yes, but a murderer? No! . It took me a while to decide whether to call the police or not, it was my mother, how would I let her be locked up at her age? Finally I decided to clean it up, get the girl, (what was left) in a sack and, taking advantage of the night, I went to bury her about thirty miles away, in the woods, beside a stream where I once went to fish. No one would miss her for a while, as she herself told me on one occasion, not even her parents knew where she lived or how. So, no one would miss her. If anyone asked me, I would say she left to her parent's and what the hell!

  At that moment, the so
und of the doorbell, got me out of my thoughts.

  - Damn it! Who dares to come bother me now, ringing the bell so insistently?

  I looked through the peephole before opening ...

  - Shit! Mathias! - It was the first thing that I thought of screaming. Come on, I didn't run because I had no choice ...

  I'm not a coward, I've never been but Mathias is a beast when he’s angry and this time he had to be very, very, very angry, I would say, furious and I'm not kidding. I breathed in deeply and ... opened.

  The great "Cantinflas"

  That bastard Mathias ...

  He gave me no time to open the door, I turned the knob, he pushed it so hard he almost made me eat it. Yes, he slammed me against the cabinet by the entrance, a small shoe closet with its mirror and everything. Very nice. The blow might cost me a rib but I did not have time to go through them one by one; the next blow, and this was a well directed one, was aimed to my teeth, luckily I had fantastic reflexes and dodged it with a twist of the waist and turning my face a few fractions of a second before slamming his fist into the mirror, shattering it.