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.
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It had been a few years since the War in Europe had ended but it was like Brazil didn't even notice or care. They had their own fighting between the rebels and the Government and Victoria and Catherine stayed out of their way. They picked off a few bad men, ones who saw blood they shed as power and they knew they had to be dealt with.
"I don't understand why, Mistress. If I'm to feed on him, why give him the pleasure of my body first?" asked Catherine.
"Trust me my love. You've tasted his kind before, now wait until you try after he's climaxed. I'll get him ready for you," replied Victoria with a smile.
Catherine took off her shorts and touched herself until she was moist. She watched as Victoria woke the man then put him in a trance, told him to get hard and not say a word.
"Remember, only after he's climaxed," said Victoria.
Catherine straddled the man on the chair. They'd caught him killing then mutilating women in a village him and his men had terrorized. He was one of four they'd taken. She made herself tight so he wouldn't last, when he groaned and sprayed his seed into her, she pulled his head back by his dirty hair and sunk her teeth into his neck, drinking the blood that flowed from him. Her eyes widened and she drank her fill. When she let his lifeless body slump to the ground, she grinned at Victoria.
"I had no idea, it's almost like the first time after I became yours," she said.
"The endorphins from his climax make it so. I wouldn't give all my kills the same release, just those I needed information from or ones I felt needed to be told why they were going to die at my hand. I'm going to take their leader the same way, did you see what he did to that poor child?" replied Victoria.
"Yes, he was lucky it was during daylight or I would have killed him right then."
"Well, let's bring him in and show him his fate. Give me that one's head off then just throw his body in the corner."
Victoria took off her clothes then took the man's head into the room next door where they had the other 3 men from the gang. They'd watched all four kill innocents for no reason and she wanted them to pay. She took the head and threw it at the feet of the biggest of the men then picked him up by his neck. He was twice her size but he was nothing to her. He struggled until she ripped his heart from his chest then threw his body to the ground. The third man she just stood up and ripped his throat out with her hand, letting his blood spray on her body before grabbing their leader, a cruel and vicious man, to his feet. He was shaking in terror but she looked into his eyes and spoke to him in perfect Portuguese.
"That village, the men were simple farmers, working hard to feed their families. The women and children, all good people who had love for one another and you killed them all. Why, Miguel, why did you kill them?" Victoria said to him.
"They did not support our cause. They would not feed our men," he replied, his voice shaking.
"They were poor, they could barely feed themselves!"
"The soldiers of the revolution come before all."
"No, Miguel, you are no soldier. You are a monster with a gun."
Victoria led him to the next room with the chair and stripped him. She made him get hard then had him sit down. He looked at her body as she approached but she changed her mind and just bit into him, draining his blood as he sat in terror. She threw his lifeless body across the room when he was done then started to cry. Catherine quickly held her.
"I'm sorry, all I could see was that little girl's face as he stabbed her with his blade. He laughed. He had no remorse, they were nothing to him," said Victoria.
"He won't hurt anyone else, Mistress. It will be light soon, we should go," replied Catherine.
"Yes. Sorry, I let my anger surface with this one. Get the Sulphur, we'll make sure this fire burns hot and leaves no trace."
The women watched the cabin burn as they held each other, it would be seen as just another burning caused by either side and the men they took would not be missed by decent people.
