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They Call Me
Gaylon Barrow
其他書名
Cotton
出版CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2008-09-25
主題Fiction / Mystery & Detective / GeneralFiction / Mystery & Detective / Hard-Boiled
ISBN14404033769781440403378
URLhttp://books.google.com.hk/books?id=X1m0QQAACAAJ&hl=&source=gbs_api
註釋Two men entered the garage. On the inside one of the men walked to the back of the garage. A four-way tire iron hung by two nails on the garage wall. The man reached up to get the tire iron. Jackson, without an expression on his face shot the man in the back of the head. He turned and ran for the house arriving at the door at the same time a young, very attractive woman appeared at the door. "Myles?" She cried out. "What was that noise?" Then she saw Jackson. She tried to latch the door, but Jackson crashed into it knocking the door and the woman backward into the wall. Stunned the woman could not move. Jackson got hold of her by her long black hair. He then dragged the woman toward the bedroom. While he was dragging the woman Jackson was taking in the rest of the house. It did not appear to be anyone else in the house. It was perfect being isolated like it was. Not wanting to take any chances he slammed his fist on the side of the woman's head knocking her unconscious. He quickly went through the house looking for anybody else. He found no one. He went to the front of the house and looked out the door. Once more he saw no one. He did the same at the back door with the same result. He returned to the bedroom. The woman was beginning to come around. She had managed to sit up. But, he could tell she did not have all her faculties about her. Jackson couldn't believe his good luck. This woman was young and she was beautiful. He looked to her full firm breast, her small waist, and her curvaceous hips, with long perfect legs. The woman was beginning to regain conscience. She realized her dress was pulled up to her hips with this stranger staring passionately at her. She tried to stand. Jackson was on her before she got to her knees. He jerked her up and ripped her dress away from her body. He stopped for a moment to take a long look at her. This only increased his desire. He picked the naked woman up and threw her on the bed. With her torn dress he ripped it in pieces and tied her arms to the bed post. Then he quickly got undressed and fell on top of her. He took her then disregarding her screams and struggles. Jackson, stayed with the woman throughout the day taking his eight years of frustration and passion out on her. Finally about mid-afternoon when he could take her no more, he got up from the bed. The woman who was humiliated, in shock, lay hopelessly defeated with her eyes shut. Jackson took one long final look at her beautiful body. He was interested in stealing now. His sexual desire satisfied the woman was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. He was interested in the woman's valuables. With gloved hands Jackson immediately made his way around the bedroom looking through drawers, careful not to make a sound. He quickly scanned the rest of the house. Nothing? There was not one thing of value for him here. He became enraged at the beautiful woman lying on the bed and decided to take his anger out on her. He quietly removed his hunting knife from its sheath making his way toward her bed. He stood over her momentarily and contemplated his next move. Killing was nothing new to him, but he did not want to make any mistakes. He held the knife up high then brought it down slightly stabbing her. The pain immediately caused her eyes to fly open. She began screaming for her life, but Jackson ignoring her cries continued to jab her again and again. After he tired of torturing her, he placed his hand over her mouth and with one quick flick of the knife slit her throat. The woman surprised, tried to scream, but only blood gushed out of her mouth. Jackson waited and watched the short two minutes for the woman to die. He wiped his prints off everything he figured he'd touched. Even in death the woman was so stimulating and beautiful he stood over her panting. The act had excited him beyond his expectations and the thrill of the kill had aroused him sexually. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor.