CHAPTER 1 (Roses are Red, Dead is dead)
Breno dried his face on the towel that hung around his neck. “Tourist, not a local, hmm. Too pale to be a local.” She looked up as he approached. Beautiful girl, long brown hair, and hazel eyes, young, I estimate twenty-two.
“bom Dia signora” She smiled. “Quite the song you are listening to.” He smiled back.
Her accent confirmed that she was a tourist. “The classics never die, do they?”
He shook his head. “No, they get to live on forever, that’s a fact.” Throb-throb, I wish she would switch the music off, it’s driving me insane. Throb-throb. “Listen to your pulse.”
“You are Brazilian? Your accent is alluring.” Breno liked that, skip the fore play, he really liked this girl. Your loss Ian, and my gain, schmuck.
“Half on my Father’s side, and the other half, well if my progenitor were alive, I guess they could tell you. I am Breno. Forgive my manners, you caught me off guard.”
“No apologies needed, Senhor. Liz Campbell, delighted to make your acquaintance.”
IAN: “Stop, please, stop.”
BRENO: “No, I can’t and I won’t.”
IAN: “Please, Breno. She is only a girl.”
BRENO: “Don’t need to tell me, sleepy nice Ian.”
“As I was saying, I am the local Uber driver, if you want a tour, I am at your service, signora. That river runs into the Rio da Prata, the most beautiful place in Bonito.”
“You do sound like a tour guide, well don’t rip me off, I am a mere student, and show me the sights Senhor Breno.”
“It will be my pleasure, right after I have a shower, give me one hour, and I will show you a part of paradise.” I had not been prepared for this encounter this morning, and here I am, back in the driver’s seat, and Ian, well he is safely tucked away. She is stunning, I wonder where should I take her. I look presentable in my suit, I always wear a suit, even when I Lecture, which is less and less now. I have found, the human mind, trivial, but the anatomy, well. That is my canvas. I was shocked she waited for me. Liz, climbed in the backseat, and I showed her the town. I have lived here all my life, graduated in Brasilia, with a Master’s degree in psychology (M.S) I got bored, I get bored easily. So for now, I drive, and Ian runs, he can’t see that we have a perfect partnership. Throb-throb. “Get out of my house, bastard, go.”
I look in the rear view mirror, she is looking at my driver’s licence, they all do that. So I waited.
“I thought you said your name is Breno? There it says, Danilo Ian Alvesio?”
“My beloved Mama called me Breno, it was her Papa’s name.” I bless myself, just for effect. She sits appalled in the back of the car. I have to lighten the mood. I played some CD’s, and showed her the town. “Liz, I am parched, may I get you a cold drink, a soda, or a water?”
“Water please.” I had what I needed in my coat pocket. It was hot, and getting hotter, so I removed my jacket, it’s a long drive to the boathouse. She was thirsty, and finished the bottle. It took effect. “Come sit in the front with me.” Her breasts brushed against my arm, she was very drugged, and very happy by now. “Show me your, breasts. I promise I won’t touch.” She lifted up her shirt, and I pulled her bra off. Her breasts were lily white, and the peaks a soft pink. “You are beautiful Liz, perfection.” She drank the beer I gave her, she was completely under my control. Her breasts bounced freely, over the sand road that led to the boathouse, I drove slowly, so I could watcher her, and the road. “Liz, take off your panties.” She did, I moved her, so her back was against the door, and I spread her legs, she was wet. “Do you want me to fuck you, Liz?”
“Yes.” She took my hand and placed it over her breast, I squeezed her nipple, she squealed with delight. Then she placed my finger inside her, and she rocked, she was getting wetter. I don’t want a mark on my seat, so I ripped her shirt off and placed it under her. She rocked, and played with her nipples, just before she would climax, I pulled my finger out. “No.” she slurred. “Oh lovely girl, I will have you, all of you, just wait.” We reached the boathouse. No one knows that it is here, or that I own the land, not even my wife. So this is where I conduct my business, in peace. I picked her up, slung her over my shoulder, and slapped her naked rear, it was firm, I slid my finger into her, and opened the door with the other hand. Here she could mess, the car was off limits. “Take it all off, sit on the couch. I will pour us a cognac. I want to see, all of you. So spread those legs.” I pinched her nipples. She was perspiring. I squeezed, and she purred. I pinched, and she arched her back.
When I returned with the drinks she was playing with her clit, I watched, I like to watch. I will stop her before she reaches her climax. I sat next to her. I rubbed her nipples. Then I bit them one by one. She was close, very close. I rubbed her clit. She was so wet, and shivering. Just as she was about to climax. I took out the chloroform. She had her fun, now I can have mine.
I look her to the basement. She could scream for days, and no one would hear her.
Most of the drugs, had worn off, when she woke up. Now it’s my fun time, when fear and reality, smacks her in the head, I had tied her up, standing. I want to look at her, so young, and so perfect. I rubbed my hand over her flat abdomen, she recoiled. “Too late, lovely Liz, now I want to play. No shouting, that makes me angry. Just enjoy, you did a few minutes ago.” The fear in her eyes. Hmm. It always gets me hard. But she is not here for sex, no, I have a wife, she does all the sexing. She is here for a greater purpose.
I taped her mouth closed. She will scream, they all do and that annoys me, I don’t want to be annoyed. I touched her neck, she had to cry. “No, you will not cry.” I injected her, and she became putty in my hands again. “Much better.” I inserted a dildo, and she rocked. Then I pulled it out. I licked and suckled her stunning rose peaks, and inserted my fingers, she was close to climaxing. No. I don’t allow that. She is here for my pleasure.
I fetched, my toys. In between the drugs, realization flickered in her eyes. She shook her head from side to side. Her breasts bounced, with the force. I held her still. Fondled her, and took out the scalpel. I injected her again, I don’t want her to feel pain. I just want her to die.
They all die, they all play those songs, I didn’t ask them to play those songs, and then it pulls me in. and they like what I do to them, so greedy, they want and they want. Well I want to see her dead. She played the song, she has to die. I took a few pictures of her body, never the faces. I love to look.
“You fucking little pervert, and your cock is out.” Slap! Throb-throb. “Listen to your pulse, Breno.”
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