An unusual pastime

On my next time out, I was getting settled into my new hobby. I wasn't as nervous and impatient anymore, and the first-hand knowledge of what damage I could do gave me the peace of mind and confidence to take my time.

I had resolved to be a bit more careful this time around, knowing that repeat criminals usually got caught when they got sloppy. I resolved to get smarter instead. For one, I decided I was not going to keep killing around my hometown. In fact, for this one and most of my subsequent kills, I traveled out of state. There would be different police departments involved, and they wouldn't know where to look even if they somehow connected my crimes, which I was hoping to avoid.

For this one, I had a work related reason to travel to a neighbor state for a few days a week. While there, I had some spare time, and decided to be on the lookout for a good opportunity. I drove through downtown as well as outlying neighborhoods. I could have snatched some girl off the street, perhaps some poor girl in a bad part of town, but I found that didn't really do it for me. What had attracted me to my second victim, I realized, was that I'd be able to rip her out of somewhere she felt safe and at ease. I suppose I was just into destroying beautiful things—Bethany had really imprinted that in me, I guessed.

So it was in a high class suburb where I finally found what I was looking for. I found a family living in a home with a large property around it, and no neighbors nearby. That meant no ear witnesses for me. From what I could tell, they had a daughter in her early twenties who was home from college for a week or so. She was a cute thing, brown haired, with a fit and athletic body, breasts that were on the bigger side, as opposed to Bethany's, and with nice and fine facial features that just seemed to invite me to try out how fragile they were. Over the next few days, I observed their comings and goings from a well-covered spot of forest near their house through a pair of expensive binoculars I'd treated myself to. It was coming in real handy.

I observed that the father usually left for work the whole day, while the mother did a few chores around the house in the morning, and then went shopping or left for an appointment or a pastime outside the house. The daughter stayed in, and I finally found out what she was doing through my binoculars. Most of the time, she studied for college. Must have big exams coming up after the vacation. She went out running early in the morning. I might hit her then, though I'd kind of been looking forward to breaking into the home. Around noon, she spent between a half an hour and a full hour on the phone with someone, I guessed her boyfriend. If I wanted to give myself the biggest possible time window, I'd have to wait until after someone was expecting a call from her. In the afternoon, she did some more workout, outside when the weather was good, went back to studying for an hour or two, and then spent the evening relaxing with her parents, watching a movie by herself, or going out with friends.

       

I decided the most opportune time to go in was after her daily workout, while she was taking a shower. She'd be powered out, the sound of my breaking in would be drowned out by the running water, and I had a chance to catch her still naked if I got lucky, too.

The next day, I slowly crawled across the low vegetation that surrounded the home until I was fairly close to it, with a view at the garden, and the back entrance of the house. I waited patiently for the cute brunette to come out, and she didn't disappoint. Facing away from the home and playing music on her earphone, she had no way of noticing me as I snuck behind her, to place a twig in the sliding door so it wouldn't close fully, thereby not setting off the alarm when I opened it up to go in after her.

When she'd completed her workout, she was covered in sweat (I found I quite liked the look), and as I'd correctly guessed, she had so exerted herself that she’d developed tunnel vision and never noticed that the sliding door didn't close all the way. I waited until I could see the bathroom lights go on, and then hear the sound of running water. Once I did, I slid the door back open, and was inside the home.

Taking care not to make a noticeable sound, I headed toward where I knew the bathroom was. On the way, I passed by her room, where it said in large letters on the door “Amy”. I couldn't resist to go in, if only to find out what she was studying. I had to laugh when I found an opened anatomy book on her desk. Another medicine student! On a bookshelf by her bed, I found several trophies. Apparently, Amy was a distance runner. I took the biggest and heaviest with me and continued on to the bathroom. Arriving, I listened at the door, and was satisfied to hear the shower running, and Amy singing carelessly. A smile came over my face.

I didn't quite want to announce my presence just yet, so I opened the door very slowly and carefully. Amy had no idea I was there, as she was facing the wall under the shower. Extra careful not make a sound, and trying to stay low and crouched to minimize any shadow I might produce from the ceiling lamp, I approached the shower.

When I pulled the curtain, it was a complete surprise to Amy. As a matter of fact, she didn't even realize anything had happened the first second or so. This allowed me to slam my full weight into her shoulder, sending her crashing into the tile wall face-first. She tried to regain her balance, but there was no chance on the slippery floor and walls of the shower. As she was momentarily dazed, I turned off the water, not wanting to get wetter than I had to.

She was already bleeding profusely, so I assumed she'd broken her nose on the slam. I could see her tying to reorient herself, discovering me standing over her, mouth opening for a scream. I placed a punch square in her mouth, and another, and another, choking the scream right back. Instead, she was spitting out blood and fragmented teeth I'd broken loose.

Amy was paralyzed with shock at this point. I couldn't help but notice her firm, wet, big tits, so I coddled them now. Wanting to hurt her, I squeezed one really tight, and bit down on the other so hard, I broke the skin around her nipple. Another hand wandered down between her legs, a finger slipping right between her lips down there.

But I was getting sidetracked. I was here for the killing. The fondling had brought Amy back to life, it seemed, and she was stirring now. I took her head by the hair, rotated her onto her stomach, and slammed her face-first into the floor multiple times. By the second or third time, I could actually see teeth flying around. When I let go, she remained lying on the floor, whimpering in a miserably high pitch.

I lifted her head by the hair, which was getting sticky with blood now, to inspect the damage I'd caused. Her nose was now definitely busted beyond repair. Many teeth were missing, and both lips were split and bleeding. Her cheeks were scratched and bruised. There was a lot missing, in my opinion, though. I gouged one of her eyes, which turned out to be real squishy. Taking aim at her mouth again, I released two merciless punches that removed or loosened most of the teeth she still had remaining. I threw her over the side of the bath tub, so her head hung down the outside of it. Using her trophy, I started bludgeoning her in the back of the head. At the first strike, I broke skin, and blood was gushing from the cut the trophy had left. At the second strike, I felt myself hitting bare bone. At the third, I felt the hard wall of her skull give. I felt her head cave in, and my bludgeon moving through the broken bone into the soft tissue of her brain.

At this point, Amy went into a violent seizure. She actually managed to bite her tongue with the few teeth she still had. I decided to try and leave as shocking a scene as I could, and dragged the nearly unconscious Amy by the hands out of the bathroom and into her room, throwing her on top of her bed. I'd left a trail of blood on the way. I struck her a few more times in the face with the trophy bludgeon, leaving disfiguring dents in her facial features and opening deep cuts in her skin. By the time I was done, her face had turned into a bloody pulp. None of her features had survived. I placed a pillow off her own bed over her face, and kneeled on top of it. There was a bit of squirming underneath me, but after a minute or so, there was absolutely no movement anymore. When I checked, I found that her heart had stopped.

Before packing up, I positioned her as indecently as I could think of: with her legs spread wide apart, her hand in between, as if she'd been masturbating. Then I had another idea: in her anatomy textbook, I searched out the pages concerning heads and faces, ripped them out and spread them out on her bed. There was just one more thing I wanted to get: I went back to the bathroom, and sure enough, there were her sweaty sports bra and panties she'd gotten out of before taking a shower. I put them in a bag I'd prepared, along with the clothes I'd been wearing, got into something clean (not full of blood), and took off through the sliding back door, across their property and into my car.

I'd memorized what time the mother came home every day, so I made sure to pass in front of their house with my window rolled down when that happened. The blood curdling scream I got was more than satisfying as I drove happily home, the bag with my bloody clothes, and my souvenirs in my trunk: her sweaty, sweet smelling sports underwear, and the trophy with parts of her face and brains still sticking to it.