The man sat in the chair as he watched the woman take her clothes off. Usually, he'd be the one to do that, cutting their clothes off with his hunting knife as his tied victim stared wide eyed and terrified. He watched her smile at him but didn't understand why he couldn't move his arms despite not being tied up. He looked down and noticed he had an erection too, not unusual when he brought a woman to the cabin. Once she was naked, she touched herself and stood closer to him.
"You've been a naughty boy, haven't you, Jerry?" she said to him.
"Wh... What have you done to me? I can't move," he replied.
"You're going to answer my questions," she said, staring into his eyes.
"Yes, I'll answer your questions."
"Where is your journal?"
"Third log down, the wall by the fire, press it just before the seam."
Cathy did so and found a leather-bound journal inside a plastic bag. She looked through and found what she needed.
"Did you kill that last girl you picked up? You usually kill them here but I spooked you didn't I?" she asked after putting the book aside.
"She's alive but when we're done here, I'm going to kill her. I drugged her and put her in my basement," he replied.
"The Police have been looking for you, haven't they? How have you managed to stay hidden for so long, Jerry?"
"I've been sleeping with one of the clerks. He tells me everything and I just change my patterns when they get close. Even he doesn't know. He thinks I love him."
"How many women have you killed, Jerry?"
"Fourteen, but by the end of today it will be 16," he said confidently.
"You can stop talking now," said Cathy, looking into his eyes again.
Cathy straddled Jerry on the chair and took his cock inside her, he gasped and began to groan as she thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. She tightened her grip and before too long he shuddered in pleasure, spraying his cum into Cathy. Before he was finished, she pulled his head back by his hair and bit into his neck, severing his artery and began to drink the blood that sprayed from him. When he was almost drained, his life fading before her, Cathy got off him and began to clean herself up.
"No, Jerry, it won't. For the 14 women you killed, you're going to be found partially eaten by a pack of very hungry wolves. I'll leave a trail so the Police find their way here, you were writing your journal so it will be where they can find it. The girl in your basement will be just fine, I'll see to that. Goodbye, monster," said Cathy as the man slumped forward, dead before his body thumped to the ground.
Cathy prepared the scene for the Police to find and left the body with the wolves. They watched her in fear then did what she wanted them to do and bit at the neck and arms, tearing at his clothes and flesh.
A few weeks later, Cathy sat in a diner near the edge of town. It was late and she was eating a slice of cherry pie while she waited for the Detective. She watched him as he approached, he was nervous but sat down in the booth with her and smiled.
"You must be Cathy?" he said to her.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for coming to see me," she replied.
"I spoke to your friend in New Orleans as you requested, Detective Webb. He spoke very highly of you. As did Father Green at St. Mary's. Why am I here?"
"A few pieces of the puzzle that I wanted to explain and why I couldn't just leave for your men to discover, Detective. If you send trackers about 3 miles northwest of this cabin, you'll find the remains of Jerry, your prime suspect in 14 murders. It was too much to have young Chloe rescued and lead to his cabin at the same time but you'll find all the evidence you need there. He went outside with a knife when hungry wolves were prowling and met a fitting end. He was being helped, not on purpose but he was sleeping with a man in your office, Steven Driscoll. He had no idea his pillow talk was helping him evade you."
"Steven is married, his wife teaches at my kids high school."
"That's not my concern."
"You said 14 murders, I only know of 8."
"Travellers, girls from out of town. He had a type."
"Tell me why it had to end this way, why couldn't I have brought him in to justice?"
"You and I both know there are monsters on this earth that don't deserve the justice they might receive if the trials go as planned. He was smart, Detective, some of them are and when I intervene, justice is served my way."
"This just seems like vigilante justice is all."
"I follow a very strict code, Detective. If I'm hunting them, they have already broken the laws of a decent society. They've raped and murdered and sitting in a cell is not justice, not for those monsters."
"I don't like this but my sister lost her best friend to this man. If you tell me there is no fraction of doubt that he was the killer, then I'll accept what you've done. How should I explain why I'm going to this cabin?"
"I could have a couple of hunters stumble upon the body if you like but you had a hunch and had your drone guy look. A picture in the house where you found Chloe."
"My dad used to take me hunting in those woods."
"Now we're getting it," said Cathy with a smile.
"Will I see you again?"
"I hope not, Detective. Your town is beautiful, lots of good people living good lives. Sure, there are some who like to drink and cause a tiny bit of trouble but not enough to bring my attention."
"Well, thank you. I know the people will be relieved, he cast a pretty dark shadow this past few years."
The Detective looked at the coordinates written on the piece of paper and when he looked up, Cathy was gone.
"What can I get you, Detective, is nice to see you again," said the waitress.
"I... I guess I'll have a slice of cherry pie, I've a feeling I'll be working a lot the next few days," he replied.
For the next few days, Cathy watched as the Detective followed her clues. The killers' journal kept a detailed account of what he did, where he buried the bodies and how he managed to evade capture. She thought of how she never liked wolves, they knew she was not human and their curiosity was usually dangerous but they helped her hide any trace of her this time.
"Time to go somewhere warm," she said to herself and set out on the road.
