The (Nec)Romancer Part 1
He liked this part of town. It was still, quiet, undisturbed. At night, however, this area played host to the depraved. That was why he was here. Depravity was all too common these days. He lamented over times past, simpler times. There was a time when he could ignore the promiscuity of the world. Now, things were different.
Things changed a year ago when he found the love of his life in the arms of another man. This, of course, was an understatement. She was riding him like a stallion. Enraged and humiliated, there was a fight that ended life as he knew it. Now, on his own in the world, he vowed to keep the mistakes of the past be repeated by others.
There was giggling from beyond his secluded place. Looking up he saw a young girl on a mobile phone. She was talking of obscene things. Presumably with a man. Arrangements were made for her to be with him within the hour. She hung up the phone and put it in her bag. Her dress was riding up a little, so it was pulled down. She stumbled. Why did they always insist on wearing high heels.
She was a little closer now. He could smell her. He let her pass and made his move.
He wrapped his hand over her nose and mouth, and his other arm around hers. She struggled and kicked out, but he was too strong. The struggle was one of the things he liked, he could feel his erection grow. He wrestled her to the ground and pulled out his weapon of choice.
The rope wrapped around her throat like a coiled constrictor. He felt the life drain from her and his arousal grew stronger. This was the part he hated, but he had a mans needs after all. He hitched her dress as she struggled, still holding her mouth and nose. With a few awkward shifts he entered her. He grew more aroused as she squirmed to get free. He noticed that she grew wetter with every thrust. The dirty bitch was enjoying it.
Her tears glazed his hand as he finished. There was a momentary lapse in his senses as he considered letting her run. He snapped back to reality suddenly. He couldn't let her go. He couldn't be sure she hadn't seen him. He tightened the rope even more and the struggle left her.
He was still inside her and felt himself becoming aroused again. He began to thrust. This was a first, but he seemed to like it. It took longer this time around, and that was for the better.
Gasping, he rolled off the girl. She was cold now. He had to move her.
He dragged the corpse to his car and loaded her into the boot. He climbed into the drivers seat, started the engine and drove away from the scene.
There was always a calm after the storm. For some reason it reminded him of garlic. There was the initial subtle taste, followed by several hours of burping up a stronger and stronger flavour. He could always smell and taste them, hours after his "discrepancies." This one would be harder to shift. Not just because her arousal clung to him like a baby to its mother, but he felt a certain closeness to this one. Maybe it was because she had an orgasm, both while alive and posthumously, or maybe it was because she was the first he had lay with post mortem.
He had been driving now for almost four hours, and was approaching his destination. He was wise enough to dispose of the bodies where no one would think of looking for them. Not just out of town, but in the middle of nowhere. Never in the same place. He alternated the direction of travel. This time he headed west.
Being fairly well off, one of his more legitimate hobbies was property. He had managed to build up quite a portfolio. He owned apartments in London, houses in Manchester, flats in Bristol and even a quaint little pub in the highlands if Scotland. Along with these there was a need now to own certain "safe houses." The west country safe house was just one of six scattered across the country. all were equipped with a change of clothes, a furnace, and enough cleaning supplies to obliterate any trace of the women he took there. Another hour's drive and he arrived. The house was quiet and no doubt, cold inside. It had been at least a month since his last visit here. No one would have noticed, the nearest neighbour was over five miles away.
He pulled onto his long driveway and drove to the front door. The sun was rising, and he was tired. Now was no time to sleep however, there was work to do.
There was an exterior stairway to the cellar. He pulled the body out of the boot and threw it down. He heard at least a leg break with the fall. The bone jutted out of the skin, leaving a pool of congealed blood on the step. This would need to be cleaned now as well. If only he wasn't so lazy, he could have carried her through the house. It was too late now for could haves and should haves. What was done was done. He walked to the front door, unlocked it and made his way inside.
It was cold. There was a mountain of junk mail that he had to force his way through. This, however could wait.
He made his way to the cellar. The furnace stood still and unused in the corner, and a bath tub sat near the door. A hose pipe hung from a tap on the wall. He opened the door and dragged the body inside. So as not to deposit more blood on the floor, he carefully lifted her into the bathtub.
As she lay in the tub, he noticed a strange beauty about her. The skin pallid, blue and cold. Her eyes open and lifeless, her shin bone jutting through the skin. Her dress had ridden up and he noticed a trickle of his seamen dripping out of her. This stirred something within him. He opened her legs for a better view. More and more aroused, he unzipped his trousers and started to touch himself.
He was lost in his own pleasure when she spoke.
"Why don't you take me again? You've already fucked me twice. You know I loved it." her hand drifted towards her nether region and she moaned as her finger entered herself.
This drove him wild as he lifted her out of the bath and lay her on the floor. She was begging for him as he entered her. Her enthusiasm spurred him on even more. As he thrust she started pulsating. Her moans became more animated, and he swore he felt her orgasm as he spent inside her. He withdrew and stood over her. She was still once more. He hauled her back into the bathtub and set to work.
Taking a saw from the wall, he started to remove the limbs. This took some time, and it was past midday when he had removed both arms and legs. The evisceration took less time, but the smell became almost unbearable. It was necessary, however, for the drainage of the bodily fluids. She no longer resembled a person now. More like the carcass of a pig hanging in a butchers shop. Once the organs were removed, he set about lighting the furnace. He used enough wood to keep it burning for at least twelve hours. He took off his clothes and shoes and placed them and the girls dress and shoes into the fire. He left the body in the bathtub to drain and made his way, naked, upstairs.
A few hours later he had showered, slept and eaten. By the time he got back to the cellar, the furnace was roaring. He rinsed off the gore from the dismembered limbs and torso, and placed them along with the organs into the fire. He paused before throwing on the reproductive organs and decided to keep them a little longer. He threw them back into the bathtub. He knew that it would start to smell in a few days and tried to think of a way to prevent rot setting in.