1 comments/ 11937 views/ 0 favorites KDTH FM Ch. 01 By: Dracona The small hotel room looked tired and lifeless to the woman sitting on the side of bed. Kerry sighed. She had very little memory of how she'd come to be here. She just knew that things had gone wrong back home. She'd lost her lousy job, lost her true love and at the same time lost the only family she had left. Her grey eyes threatened to well up with tears again when she thought of her sister, Megan. They had been more than sisters; they had been the best of friends. Megan was everything Kerry aspired to be. She was outgoing, she was beautiful, and she was popular all through high school and college. It hadn't mattered to Megan that Kerry was shy and self-conscious; she had taken Kerry with her to all the cool parties and the best social events. The only dates she had ever had were with friends of Megan's numerous boyfriends. Eventually though, Kerry thought that in the light of Megan's beauty she herself must have looked more attractive. That's when she met Rob. He barely gave Megan a second glance, all of his attention was for quiet, mousey Kerry. When he'd come to pick her up at their apartment Megan would be charming and flirty the way she was with all the boys, but Rob was merely polite. He only had eyes for Kerry. His love gave Kerry confidence she had never felt before. She stood a little taller, held her head up a little more, looked people in the eye when she spoke to them. She also began to stand up for herself at the crumby job she held down to pay the bills. She had the education for a much better position, but she'd somehow ended up working in a cramped little cubicle doing work that more often than not her supervisor took the credit for. The clock radio on the small nightstand gave a loud click as it turned itself on and began to play some slow, morbid sounding tune. Kerry jumped and reached over to shut it off, then changed her mind. The music suited her mood. Another deep sigh escaped her lips and she looked down at her hands. They were dirty. She'd never seen her hands so dirty before. She rubbed absently at the dried brownish stains on her skin and under her nails. What had she been doing to get so dirty? "You're listening to KDTH FM radio..." the music had stopped and a calm, deep voice had taken its place. "All death....all night long..." Kerry looked at the radio and shook her head. It must be set to some goth station or something, but it was alright. She liked the DJ's voice. He sounded like he was talking directly to her. "Tonight, dear listeners, I'd like to welcome Kerry to our show." The voice continued. "Say hello to our audience, Kerry...." Kerry blinked in confusion, staring at the old radio. She jumped again when the DJ spoke and really did seem to be talking to her. "Come on, Kerry, don't be shy....say hello." She thought she must be losing her mind. Feeling a bit silly, Kerry leaned toward the radio and barely whispered hello. "That's my girl!" the DJ said enthusiastically. "We're really lucky to have Kerry with us tonight, listeners. She comes to us with blood still on her hands!" "Wha-what??" Kerry jumped to her feet and stuck her hands in her coat pockets. "It's not blood. My...my hands are just dirty!" "Don't be modest, Kerry." The DJ cajoled. "You did a great job for a first timer. Stand up and take the credit due you for once. Isn't that what you hated about your job? And that worthless scumbag of a supervisor, always leering at you, always making it sound like all of your hard work was his. Let's listen in, my friends, and see just how Kerry saw to it that he got what was coming to him." There was a bit of static and then Kerry heard a voice she had heard at least five days a week for the past three years. Markus Post, head of acquisitions and her boss. That nasal voiced slimeball...he'd finally gone too far. She could see it all in her mind as she heard the conversation coming from the radio's speakers. "Kerry, do you have that report ready for me?" "Of course, Mr. Post." "Good girl," he said and sat on the edge of her desk so close that his knee bumped the side of her thigh. He had his hands in his pockets which pulled the material snugly across his groin and Kerry tried desperately not to look at the growing bulge she saw there. "I can always count on you can't I, Kerry?" "You know..." he said, and shifted his hands inside his pockets drawing Kerry's unwilling gaze back to his clearly defined erection. "You could go much farther here, Kerry. I think you have talents that we haven't even begun to tap into." Post took his hands from his pockets and reached out to grasp Kerry's wrist. Her knuckles had gone white from the force of her grip on the arm of her chair, but he tugged her hand free and brought it up to his lap. He started to pat the back of her hand in a friendly manner, all the while pressing her curled fist against his hard cock beneath his trousers. "There are a few special projects that could use your personal attention." He said, and Kerry had finally raised her gaze to his. "I'm sure you understand what it would mean to your career. Don't you, Kerry?" Kerry felt her head nod on its own and a helpless sort of rage building inside her as Post smiled. He kept hold of her wrist with one hand and with the other began to unfasten his trousers. "I knew I could count on you, Kerry." Post fished inside his trousers and pulled out his cock. Kerry had blinked and then looked closer. It had seemed much larger before he'd taken it out. Oh, he had fairly average girth, it was just in length that he seemed to be lacking. Kerry leaned a little closer, curious, but Post reached up and laid his hand on the back of her head. "Eager aren't you. I knew you were just a slut under all those frumpy clothes." He curled his fingers painfully into her hair when she stiffened and started to pull back. "Oh no you don't, you're going to suck me like a good little slut....then we're going to discuss your new duties around here." Post pulled her head down against his groin and his cock pressed insistently against her lips. Kerry reached up and clawed at his forearm, but he held her head firmly. "You'd better open up Kerry," He said in his usual patronizing tone. "My cock is going in your mouth one way or another. Don't fight and you'll still have a job when I'm done, fight me and you'll be out on your bony keester. And it won't do any good to tell anyone, no one is going to believe you over me. So get sucking, bitch!" Kerry let her body go limp, her hands dropped away and her lips parted. Post laughed as he forced his cock between her lips and shoved her face down farther into his lap. He moaned as he brought his other hand up to the back of her head and began to use her hair to direct her movements. He was so engrossed in the warmth of her wet mouth he didn't notice Kerry feeling along the desktop, didn't see her fingers find and curl around the handle of the scissors she had been using earlier. In fact he barely registered the first blow until the scissor blades were embedded deeply into his back. His cock jerked and Kerry felt a gush of hot liquid fill her mouth as he actually came. Kerry choked and spluttered and pulled back leaving several strands of her hair in his fists. Post was staring at her in confusion and dawning fear. Kerry didn't give him a chance to yell for help, but then there was probably no one else around. He must have seen to that before making his move. She stood up and with a strangled cry of rage drew back her arm and slammed the scissors into his throat. Blood gushed over her hand and spurted across her desk. Post never made another sound. He clawed at the scissors but was already too weak to pull them free. He slipped to the floor at Kerry's feet and lay there twitching slightly as he died. Kerry leaned down and wiped most of the blood from her hands on Post's suit jacket. "Mr. Post." She said softly. "I quit." The sound of applause and cheering from the radio's speakers brought Kerry out of her reverie. She glanced around the room and then brought her hands out of her pockets to stare at them. So that was what dried blood looked like. "Kerry, sweetie, that was marvelous!" the DJ said brightly. "You sure showed him. We're going to have to take a short break, avid listeners, but we'll be right back with more from Kerry, tonight's KDTH special guest." KDTH FM Ch. 02 The same somber music floated from the radio speakers as earlier and Kerry stared for a moment. When nothing further happened she shrugged and walked into the small bathroom telling herself it had all been a trick of her mind. There was no DJ with a smooth voice hosting a radio talk show with her as the guest star. It had all been her imagination. The dried blood on her hands wasn't a figment of her imagination however. In the stark light of the bathroom the color was more reddish than before, but nearly black beneath her fingernails and in the creases of her nail beds. Kerry turned on the water and adjusted it until it was as hot as she could stand it. She felt slightly nauseous knowing that it was the blood of another human being on her hands. It didn't matter what kind of person Mr. Post had been, she scolded herself, she'd had no right to kill him. Of course she had, Kerry argued with herself as she began scrubbing the bloodstains from her hands. Post had just assumed she wouldn't mind, that she was just there to be used by him, that she was easily pushed around. Well, she'd finally proved him wrong. She glanced up into the mirror and stared into her own eyes. They were wide and grey and completely emotionless. The word shock floated through her mind. She suddenly felt an overwhelming need to see Rob. He would know what to do, he would make everything alright. There was just something....something she needed to remember. The stinging in her hands caused her to look down and she saw how red and raw her skin was. She turned off the water and took a coarse towel off the rack to dry them. The music drifting in from the other room hadn't changed and she was drawn back toward the bed. She was tired, but she knew she couldn't sleep. There were too many questions. Like what she was doing there in that cheap looking hotel room instead of at home with her boyfriend Rob and her sister Megan. Rob and Megan.....the two people she loved most in the world. Kerry sat slowly down on the bed and stared at the old clock radio, almost as if waiting for something to happen. There was a click and the hiss of static and the music faded away. "You're listening to KDTH FM radio....all death....all night long...." The DJ's voice said in those same smooth, deep tones. Kerry smiled, his voice was so soothing. "We're back with Kerry who just this evening killed her scum bag of a boss. With a pair of desk scissors no less! Bravo, Kerry!" There was a burst of applause as if from a live audience and Kerry smiled to think that there were others out there who had heard what had happened and weren't judging her. They were on her side. "Thank you." She said softly. "Oh no, thank you Kerry." The DJ said cheerfully, "I'm sure I can speak for all of my listeners when I say it was a privilege to hear how you handled things. But the fun didn't end there did it, Kerry? What about it, audience, do you want to hear what happened next in Kerry's eventful evening?" There was more cheering and Kerry felt a second of panic. There wasn't anything else to tell. Was there? Kerry shifted nervously as her mind began to show her another image. The creaky stairs that led to the apartment she shared with her sister Megan. She could hear how the fifteenth stair groaned in protest the way it always did as her slight weight pressed down on it. "Why don't you take off your coat, Kerry?" The DJ suggested. "Make yourself more comfortable while we listen to the rest of the story." Kerry reached automatically for the belt of her overcoat and loosened it without thinking. She shrugged the garment off and let it fall to the bed, lost in the scene unfolding in her head. She was ascending the dim stairway to the third floor. It wasn't the best of neighborhoods, but it was all they could afford. Megan always talked about the day they would move to a nicer part of town. Maybe get a place in one of the ritzy high rises in a newer part of the city. Megan always talked about how one of these days her face was going to be on billboards nationwide and she would be rolling in money and then she would be out of there. Of course Kerry always told herself Megan meant they would be out of there, together. She and Kerry had always been together, they depended on each other. Kerry's job paid most of the bills right then because it was hard to break into the modeling world. Megan picked up catalog work from time to time, and lately she'd been going for a lot of interviews that must have led to some kind of work because she had bought herself a whole new wardrobe. She'd told Kerry it was an investment in her new career. She had to look good at all times. Kerry didn't mind. Her wages paid the bills and when Megan made it big Kerry would be able to take time to find a better job. Rob didn't think it was fair that Kerry paid for everything while Megan spent whatever money she earned on clothes and jewelry and nights on the town. Kerry had tried to explain to him about networking and how Megan needed to keep up a good image, but Rob had remained skeptical. As all of these things ran through her mind Kerry reached the door of the apartment and fished in her bag for her keys. She needed to get inside and call Rob and tell him what had happened with Mr. Post. Kerry could still taste him in her mouth and she sobbed quietly as she opened the door. Rob would know what they needed to do next. Rob was so smart and he stayed so calm all the time. Rob was....there. At least his briefcase was on the hall table. He wasn't waiting in the living room though, or in the kitchen either. For some reason Kerry didn't call out. She heard soft strains of music coming from one of the other rooms. Megan's room it sounded like and Kerry stole quietly down the hall. Following the sound of the music and murmuring voices. "See what you've been missing all this time?" Megan asked in her soft, sultry voice. A man moaned in pleasure. Kerry pressed her ear to the door and it swung open slightly. She felt a moment of guilt that she might be invading Megan's privacy but she couldn't stop herself. Megan had a large full length mirror in her room and from where Kerry stood she could see the bed reflected completely. Megan was there, radiantly beautiful in her nakedness, every movement a picture of sensual grace. She was leaning over a man, her hands flat on his chest as her hips made slow circular motions. Kerry couldn't help watching. She'd always felt so inadequate when it came to sex. She had made Rob turn off all the lights the few times she had allowed him to make love to her and would only do the act face to face with him on top. He had tried to bring her out of her shell, encouraged her to try new positions, explore with him, but she just couldn't do it. "Oh God you feel so good inside me." Megan moaned as her hips began to move faster. "I knew the minute I saw you that you should be mine, not hers. She doesn't deserve you." Megan's long blonde hair fell in waves around the face of her lover, but Kerry could hear his breath coming faster. Oddly she felt a strange stirring between her thighs, a flooding warmth she'd never felt before. "Tell me you want me more than her." Megan gasped, and the muscles of her thighs flexed as she began to raise herself up from her lover and ride back down firmly. "Tell me you love fucking me more than her." There was a growl and a flurry of motion as the man beneath her grabbed Megan and forced her off of his body and turned her around. Kerry blinked at the sight of Megan on her hands and knees, the man rising up behind her grabbing her by her beautiful hair and tugging her head back. "I love, Kerry." Rob said between clenched teeth as he sank his cock into Kerry's sister. "But you're a damn good fuck, bitch." The sound of Rob's thighs slapping against Megan's ass filled the room as he pounded into her. She began to moan out louder and louder, her eyes clenched tight in an expression of both pleasure and pain. "Oh yeah, that's it...." Rob said harshly, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic but more frantic. "Tighten that pussy on my cock...." Kerry watched numbly as the man she loved more than anything in the world groaned loudly and filled her sister with his cum. Megan thrust back harder against him and screamed hoarsely as she too reached her climax. They stayed frozen in that position for a moment before they sank down onto the bed together struggling to catch their breath. "Kerry can't find out about this." Rob said. From the hall Kerry missed the guilt in his voice. "As long as you keep fucking me like that she never has to know." Megan purred and turned to snuggle against his chest. It wasn't long before the two of them had drifted off to sleep. Kerry backed away from the door, her eyes staring blindly at nothing. It was more than her mind could comprehend. Rob and Megan together, the things Megan had said. Had she always planned to take Rob from Kerry? Megan had so many men vying for her attention, why did she have to go after the one man who had ever paid her plain sister any attention? But then, Rob must not really care that much for Kerry if he was so eager to be with Megan no matter how beautiful and sexy Megan was. Kerry walked back into the living room and automatically removed her coat. She laid it over the back of the sofa and wandered aimlessly into the kitchen. It really wasn't fair, she thought to herself. Megan had everything; she had all the looks, all the talent, all the friends. She was everything Kerry would never be and still she took the one good thing in Kerry's life. Kerry's eyes rested on the large set of cooking knives that sat in the old fashioned wooden block that had once belonged to their mother. Megan said it was hers, even if she never did a bit of cooking. Kerry took one of the knives out and looked at the long shiny blade. She guessed that Megan just had to have everything. At a soft gasp Kerry looked over her shoulder. Megan stood there in the kitchen wearing only Rob's shirt. She pulled the open front together over her naked body and glanced nervously back toward the bedroom. "You're home early." Megan said in a hushed tone. "I thought you were working late, I didn't expect you." "No...I guess you didn't." Kerry's voice sounded flat and alien even to her own ears. She kept her back to Megan, her gaze going back to the shiny metal blade in her hand. "Is Rob still sleeping?" "I...I thought I'd get us something cold to drink." Megan kept glancing at Kerry as she went to the refrigerator and took out a cold beer. "Kerry..." "You don't have to say anything, Megs." Kerry said in a flat voice. "I understand." "You do?" Megan sat the bottle of beer on the small dinette table and stepped closer to Kerry. "Sure," Kerry looked up and stared at their reflection in the small wavy glass of the window over the kitchen sink. "You're so beautiful and so much more exciting than I am. I can't really blame Rob for wanting you." "I just...." "Couldn't help yourself, I know." Kerry's voice never wavered, her gaze stayed locked on the reflection of her sister's beautiful face. "Rob's a fantastic guy. Much better than the scum you're used to fucking." "Hey!" "A girl's got to make a living after all." "Kerry, what's wrong with you?!" Megan said in a hurt voice. She stepped up to Kerry and laid her hand on her sister's shoulder tugging to turn her around. As Kerry turned she lowered the hand holding the knife and in one swift motion brought it back up. The shiny blade slipped past the open front of Rob's shirt and sank into Megan's soft belly. Her eyes bulged with shock as Kerry jerked her hand quickly upward managing to pierce a lung. She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a gush of bright red blood that splattered the front of Kerry's blouse. "Nothing's wrong that I can't deal with sister dear." Kerry said and wrapped her arms around Megan as the latter began to cough and choke on her own blood. They slid to the floor together and Kerry held Megan until she lost consciousness, placing a soft kiss on her sister's forehead. The scene in Kerry's head faded out to the sound of energetic applause and cheers. She reached up to brush tears from her pale cheeks. "Kerry, darling, you were amazing!" The DJ said appreciatively. "You stayed so calm and cool. Most women would have burst into the bedroom on the pair of them and played the betrayed lover. There would have been tears and accusations and drama....but not with you. Oh no, you were a master of control." "It isn't..." Kerry stopped herself, she knew she had killed her boss, why would she think that this was untrue as well. She gulped back a sob. "But she was my sister." "And she was taking advantage of you in every way she could think of. Letting you pay all the bills while she went out and partied and had a good time. Not to mention she was screwing your boyfriend. She deserved what she got, isn't that right audience." There was a surge of voices agreeing with the DJ's voice. Kerry hung her head for a moment in thought. That's when she noticed the blood covering her clothing. Her blouse was dried to her skin on places but still wet in others, her skirt was dark but it felt tacky when she brushed her fingertips over the material. A strangled sound of disgust vibrated in Kerry's throat and she began to jerk the clothing off of her body. A button pinged across the room as she tore open her blouse in her hurry. "That's alright Kerry," The DJ said, "Go ahead and take a few moments to get more comfortable. Those bloody clothes must be feeling a bit stiff by now." To her dismay Kerry found that even her bra and panties were soaked in blood and there were smears of it on her skin. She stripped completely out of her clothes and stepped quickly back into the bathroom. Not even bothering to adjust the water temperature first she stepped into the shower stall and turned both knobs on full. She scrubbed herself with the coarse washcloth then washed her hair with shampoo from the tiny courtesy bottle. When she was done she smelled like cheap motel soap but she still felt slightly unclean. It took her a while to dry off because she was inspecting herself for any blood stains she may have missed. She wrapped the towel around her body and walked slowly back into the bedroom. "Feeling better, my dear?" The DJ asked. The concern in his voice was a balm to Kerry's frayed nerves. "Yes, thank you." She said softly and sat back down on the bed. "Are you ready to continue?" "There's....there's more?" Kerry didn't know if she could take more. "Just a little bit, sweetheart." The DJ's voice was a soft caress of sound. "You don't want to disappoint your fans now do you?" "Of course not." Kerry said vacantly. "That's my girl." The DJ said and there was a burst of applause that brought a faint smile to Kerry's lips. KDTH FM Ch. 03 "Are you ready to continue, Kerry, my sweet?" The DJs voice was almost hypnotic and Kerry found herself relaxing as she sat on the edge of the bed wrapped only in a rough bath towel. "I....guess so." Kerry said. She felt the now familiar pull as her mind picked up the playback of the night's events. She saw herself stand and back away from her sister's body, leaving her there on the kitchen floor. Blood made bright streaks as she wiped her hands absently on her blouse. Quietly, Kerry slipped back down the hall toward Megan's bedroom and peeked in the door. Rob was sleeping soundly, one arm thrown above his head. She watched him breathing for a moment, his bare chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. The image of him and Megan played through her mind and she again felt that strange stirring of excitement. She'd let Rob into her bed a few times in their relationship, but only because she knew it was something he wanted. It was expected in a relationship. She'd never enjoyed it though, never felt the way she felt now. There were scarves hanging from the corner of Megan's bed. Kerry had never really noticed them before. It wouldn't have occurred to her that they might serve a different function than simple decoration. Now she saw new possibilities in them. Moving very quietly she approached the head of the bed and reached for one of the scarves. Rob barely stirred as she tied the scarf firmly around his wrist and moved quickly around to the other side. It was a bit trickier to gently pull his wrist over to where it could be securely bound without waking him, but she managed. His feet were easier to bind because his legs had splayed wide in his sleep. There would be some freedom of movement, but that didn't matter. He wouldn't have time to escape. Kerry climbed up onto the bed and stood straddling Rob's chest looking down at him as he slept. It almost made her sad to have to wake him...almost. She let her knees buckle and dropped her slight weight onto his chest, gravity doing its job and making her feel much heavier than she really was. All the air went out of Rob's lungs with a whooshing sound and his body jerked as he woke. "What the..." he rasped trying to suck air back into his lungs. Kerry squeezed her thighs against his rib cage to restrict their expansion. Rob blinked several times to clear his sleep blurred vision then focused on Kerry's face in alarm. "Ker...wha...what's going on?" He could barely speak and for a moment Kerry almost relented and allowed him a lungful of air. Then her heart hardened as she thought to herself that Rob hadn't taken pity on her when he decided to screw her sister. She watched him with an almost clinical detachment as he drew in a few shallow breaths and then realized that he was also bound to the corners of the bed. "Surprised to see me, darling?" Kerry murmured softly. She bounced her ass on his chest robbing him of his hard won oxygen. His face began to turn bright red. "Megan wasn't expecting me home so early either...or maybe she was. Who knows, maybe she wanted me to catch the two of you." Rob gasped desperately a few times then focused on her blood stained blouse. His eyes widened with the first hint of fear. "Kerry..." he wheezed. "Where's...Megan..." "She's in the kitchen." Kerry answered watching his face. "She's a little indisposed right now, but I wouldn't worry about her if I were you." Kerry knew she wasn't heavy enough to really do rob any damage by sitting on his chest. It was just the occasional bounce that forced the air from his lungs that kept him making those interesting sounds. He had begun to twist his arms testing the tightness of the knots holding him and Kerry was pleased to see that they were holding nicely. "Kerry, I know you must be really angry right now." Rob rasped. "I never meant for this to happen, it didn't mean anything. You're the one I love." Kerry tilted her head to the side a little and thought about what he'd said. Somehow it made it worse. She bounced especially hard on his chest drawing a loud grunt of pain from him. "You love me, but you can have meaningless sex with my sister?" She bounced again. "I think I would have preferred you to say that you didn't love me anymore, you loved Megan. But no, you say you love me, but you fucked my sister." "Kerry...please...just untie me and we can talk about this. All three of us." "No, that's just not going to be possible." At Kerry's soft words Rob's eyes flicked to the blood stains on her clothing again. "God, Kerry....what did you do?" He was really becoming afraid now. "It was self defense..." Kerry leaned down and whispered near his ear. "She stabbed me in the back...and you...you cut out my heart." The replay in Kerry's mind faded as she caught a glint of metal and heard Rob's voice rise in an almost girlish scream. Kerry's body jerked and she fell to her knees beside the bed. The sounds from the radio were so loud that she was sure anyone in the next room would soon be pounding on the adjoining wall. "I couldn't....I didn't..." Kerry felt sick to her stomach and the room swam before her eyes. "Kerry, my love, you could and you did." The DJ said merrily, "You've even got a lovely little souvenir in your handbag. Go ahead...take a look..." Kerry glanced fearfully at the table where her bag lay, its sides bulged suspiciously. Her stomach clenched and she crawled back to the bathroom retching into the toilet bowl over and over until there was nothing left. She could hear the audience laughing. They didn't sound so supportive and friendly now. "Come back Kerry, you don't have to look if you're not strong enough." The DJ called to her, and she hated the tone of disappointment in his voice. She staggered back to the bed but couldn't bring herself to even look in the direction of her bag. The DJ's voice softened and the cheers of the radio audience drifted away. It was just the two of them now. "Listen to me, sweetheart. You don't have much time. They're looking for you now and it won't be long before they find you." Kerry knew he meant the police and she began to cry quietly. "People won't understand, Kerry. They won't care how much you were hurting, how unfair those three had been to you. They're going to want to punish you." The DJ's voice was all around her now, a physical presence. She could feel him caressing her cheek, brushing back her damp hair. "I understand you though, and I can help you...I can take all the pain and fear away. Just give yourself to me and I'll make it all better." Kerry felt herself falling slowly back onto the bed. The caress of his voice brushed down her neck and across her bare shoulders. She felt the towel loosen and fall away from her body and for once she didn't feel ashamed of her nakedness. The soft light of the bedside lamp created shadows on the curves of her body and the DJ's voice traced each one. "You've always belonged to me, Kerry." He said in a low murmur. "I've waited so long for you to come to me." Kerry felt the coolness of his voice thrum over each nipple and they stood up hard and aching. Her skin was so warm, but wherever his voice roamed she cooled. He circled her wrists, pinning her arms at her sides, but she was beyond struggle. She welcomed the gentle vibrations of his voice touching her, bringing her a pleasure she had never known before. "Mine..." He said in a soft growl and his voice pressed her thighs apart. "So beautiful..." Kerry gasped weakly as she felt him enter her, the chill of his voice thrusting deep into her heated core. Her cunt spasmed drawing him deeper and deeper until he filled her completely. Her back arched up from the bed and a long moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she finally realized what all the fuss had been about. Her body settled back onto the bed there was silence in the room. There was no sound from the clock radio on the bedside table. The red digital numbers flickered and changed....12:00....1:00....2:00.... ***** "You got a time of death?" A man with a badge said as he watched the black bag being zipped shut. The coroner pulled the latex gloves from his hands with a snap and tossed them away. "Approximately midnight, give or take." He shrugged and closed his bag. "It looks like a pretty straight forward case. Empty bottles of pills, looks like anti-depressants and sleeping pills, and a half empty bottle of vodka.....my first guess is suicide. But we'll know for sure once we do an autopsy. What do we know about her?" "Victim is Kerry Sumner, 28 years old." The Detective consulted a notepad in his hand. "She lives with her sister, a Megan Sumner, over on Third Street. There's also a boyfriend, Robert Mason. The sister called in yesterday evening after the victim arrived home from work very upset and started talking about how she'd killed her supervisor. We called and the man is very much alive, but I don't think he's telling us everything. The sister says Miss Sumner has been under a psychiatrist's care since they were kids. She suffered from paranoid delusions occasionally, but had been doing really well over the last year or so." The detective watched for a moment as an officer bagged up the woman's clothes that had been folded neatly on a nearby chair. "Unfortunately, whatever had upset her at work was compounded by finding her sister and boyfriend all cozy in bed together. Imagine that upsetting her. I spoke to the sister and the boyfriend. They were both really concerned for the victim's safety." The detective made a disgusted sound and consulted the little notepad in his hand. "We were able to trace her through her credit card when she rented the room. We just weren't fast enough." The two men watched as the black body bag was loaded on a gurney and wheeled out of the room. "There was one thing that struck me kind of odd." The coroner said thoughtfully. The detective turned to him curiously. "Her facial expression." "What about it?" "She just looked so...satisfied."