Best Served Cold

“Geez why isn’t she answering?” I mumble as the taxi turns into the street I live on

“Who are trying to ring?” asks the curious Taxi driver

I was about to tell him to mind his own business but I decided that telling him wouldn’t hurt

“My younger sister, she and I share an apartment, she always answers her phone even when she is busy” I tell him

“Here we are” He says pulling up to the sidewalk in front of my apartment

I walk upstairs and knock on the door, no answer

I then decide to knock a little louder, still no answer

I pull out my bag and pull out a spare key and unlock the door

As I walk in I slip onto floor into some slippery liquid

“What the fuck...” I mumble getting to my feet

I look around; it is all over the place an unmistakeable white liquid

“Holy shit, what have you been doing Brittany?!” I shout looking around at the cum on the TV screen on the floor and on the furniture

As I move closer to the TV I see my sister with a belly so stretched it looks like she is pregnant, which she isn’t since I saw her with a normal body not even 2 hours ago.

“Hey Brittany, wake up” I say leaning in giving her a shake

She didn’t respond

“Hey stop joking around, wake up” I say shaking her a little more

Yet again she didn’t respond

I place my ear against her chest and...

“No way... she was fine just an hour ago!” I shout scrambling for my phone dialling for an ambulance

Miranda’s Point of View – (1:17 AM, March 17, Stephanie’s Apartment)

“Detective coming through” I say flashing my badge as I enter the residence

I look around at a familiar scene

“His third victim... What’s her name?” I say looking at the dead girl on the floor

“Brittany Williams, her sister found her” says an officer inspecting the scene

“Where is her sister?” I ask whilst looking around the room

“In the next room, she is very distraught” He says

I walk in to the room and kneel in front of the victim’s sister

“I’m sorry for your loss; we are trying our hardest to find the man who did this” I say comforting her

“Thank you...” She sniffs

“I’m going to have to ask you some questions ok?” I say taking a seat next to her

The Killers Point of View (1:18 AM, March 17, Unknown Location)

“Mmmm that cum dump managed to take quite a lot before breaking” I say giving my cock a stroke as I lay back in my large Throne.

“Would you like some help with that” Say my Servant twins at the same time

“Yeah, make sure you mop up immediately after though” I say laying back in my chair and closing my eyes

About a Month Later

Miranda’s Point of View - (5:57 PM, April 19, Police Department)

“So we still haven’t got anything on the killer, no hair, no DNA traces, and no witnesses?” I say frustrated at how far we have gotten.

I lay the pictures taken at the scene of Brittany Williams’s death and autopsy.

Picture One, Two large red rubber balls are shoved into the victims mouth, the balls are always red at every scene.

Picture Two, Phone that the victim’s sister had been trying to contact, found an inch away from the suspect’s hand, possible struggle getting to phone

Picture Three, several ruptured organs due to the pressure of the semen, semen was unable to overflow due to the penis blocking the vagina like a plug.

“God, what kind of man could even cum that much and have enough energy to flee” I say feeling a little sick

“Would you like to find out?” says a voice from behind me

I turn around lightning fast and give a short sigh

“God damn it Chief, don’t do that!” I shout

“The rest of us are about to head to the bar, Too much work is unhealthy you know” He says

“Yeah, I guess I could take a little break” I say standing up and slipping on a jacket and start walking out of my office

“Where did Hayley go?” I ask as I see her empty desk

“She sai

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