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A Love That Kills

A Love That Kills

by jordy_15
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I see her in my dream.

She's walking along a street. Her skin is pale and her hair is fiery red. It's night and there's people everywhere, but she doesn't seem to care.

She turns into a back alley and arrives at a house. The atmosphere is quiet and serene, because it's far from the hustle of the city, no one even knows it exist.

Someone opens the door, it's a man I never met. He looks strangely familiar. They talk. They laugh. And then, she slowly takes off her coat. Her body is pure art, curves in all the right places and lines as smooth as silk.

He kisses her and takes her hand, leading her up the stairs. They enter his bedroom and I follow.

She is already naked, and so is he.

I see him touch her. I see him taste her. I see her give him her breasts, one after another, and watch as he hungers for her taste.

They fall down onto the bed, bodies pressed together, kissing, licking, teasing. Then, slowly, she slides him inside her, inch by delicious inch. I just stand there, like an uninvited guest.

Watching them make love. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, her lips so red, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes are closed, in pleasure or pain. I can't tell.

Then she opens her eyes and looks at me. She sees me.

Her eyes. They're cold, hard, and cruel.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" she asks, her voice cutting through the room.

"No," I say. "I was.."

"You were what? Watching me fuck him? Did you enjoy it? Does that get you off?"

"I... No. I didn't--"

She's laughing now, a wicked sound that chills me to the bone. "You know what? You're pathetic. Just pathetic. Look at you. You're nothing."

She's right. I am nothing.

She turns away from me. She's still riding the man, still moaning. "Please, please, don't stop. You feel so good."

I try to look away, but I can't. I want her to turn around and see me again. To know how much it hurts.

Before I could do anything, I hear a muffled voice around the room. The voice becomes much more clearer as they moan much more intense. Then it becomes something else--an irritating buzz that grates at my nerves. It becomes unbearable.

I reach into my pocket and find something sharp, though I don't know what it is.

Without thinking, I slash at them both.

Then I wake up.

I open my eyes, and find myself sitting in the back seat of a moving vehicle. The man driving glances at me in the rearview mirror.

"You awake?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm awake," I answer.

"You slept well. That was quite a nap."

"I guess."

He then drives me to the front of the office. I pay the fare and get out of the taxi. It was Monday morning and the heat is already killing me.

I walk into the elevator and went into thirty second floor, where I work. It's been five years at this e-commerce company, and the place feels more soul-sucking every day. The atmosphere is dull, lifeless. I stare at my monitor and sit in that same poorly designed chair that makes your back stiff for seven hours a day. If it weren't for Lisa, I don't think I could handle it.

Ah yes, I haven't seen Lisa today. There's something I need to ask her, something about these nightmares I've been having. I head over to her desk, but she's not there. Maybe she's at the canteen, where she usually hangs out. But no, she's not there either. Maybe she's late. I worry her boss will surely give her hell for it.

Lisa and I have been in relationship for over seven months. It all started on an ordinary day--she came into my office with a bunch of documents for me to sign. I remember thinking she was cute. She has a nice body, with a neatly tied red hair, and those sparkling blue eyes. I couldn't resist her.

It's not until the company's anniversary party that I began to talk more to her. That was the day things changed between us. At first, it was just physical, but as time went on, I realized I'd fallen in love with her. We support each other through this nightmarish work environment.

At times, when things got too stressful, we'd sneak off to the office bathroom for a quickie. It kept both of us sane. The risk of getting caught only added to the thrill. Lust is written in both of our faces. She made me feel good about myself, and we clung to that satisfaction to survive the grind.

Our relationship grew more serious, and I remember that one time I proposed to her. But something happened that day. I'll never forget the look on her face when I asked. She seemed shocked, almost scared. I couldn't believe it at first. There was a conflict in her eyes, like she was torn between two worlds.

I thought everything was going well between us. Was I moving too fast? Was she not ready?

Of course I already think about the future. How I can support the family. My position at the office was stable, and a promotion was in sight.

We were both silent for a while. I looked at her. Her eyes were looking downward. She looked upset. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind. I wanted to comfort her, to reassure her, but I didn't know how. I tell her that I want this relationship to last forever. I tell her every little detail about my plans with her for the future. But after I laid out all of my plans, she cried. she becomes frustrated and quickly left. I didn't understand. I chased her, desperate to know what went wrong. That's when she turned and said the words that shook me to my core.

"Don't talk to me again" she said this with a cold stare. Then she was gone.

I stood there, speechless. What had I done wrong? I didn't understand. This was the first time our relationship became a disaster. The next few days, we avoid each other. I couldn't face her, and she couldn't face me either. I'm afraid our relationship is at stake. I need her, and she needs me.

It's almost afternoon and she still hasn't shown up at the office. I'm finishing my shift, and the worry is gnawing at me. I asked around about her wherebouts. The first person I asked was Larry, the only friend I could ever talk to. He's also the one I confided in when I first tried to approach Lisa.

"She's probably still upset about the rumor," Larry says.

"What rumor?"

"Come on, man, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."

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What he's talking about?. I genuinely don't know.

"Care to remind me?" I ask, my confusion is real.

He take a deep sigh, as if he's already frustrated telling the same story for the hundredth time.

"The rumor about her and her boss. Don't you remember? You're her boyfriend. You should know."

Suddenly, it hits me--there was a rumor, one about Lisa having an affair with her boss.

"Look, I get it, you don't want to think about it. Especially after that moment. Good thing that morning we found you on that bar. Although you're already fucked up"

"That morning?, what happened?. Please Larry, I don't remember anything"

"Of course you don't, cause you already wasted and naked by the time we found you."

"Naked?. Really?, how did you find me?"

"The bartender called me. Don't know how he got my number. You must've given it to him at some point, considering how often you go there."

I try to piece together the memory, but it's hazy. Maybe I was too drunk to recall anything.

"Look, man, we need to talk. Come see me after work. I just can't keep this up any longer" Larry said that to me in a worried manner.

Larry knows something. As he said the latter with an anguish look. It's clear there's something weighing on him.

Before I can respond, a commotion stirs in the office.

The next few hours is the most anguish I ever felt as a group of policeman stormed into the office. Confusion and panic gripped the whole workplace. One of the officers, clearly the lead investigator, steps forward and speaks with a commanding tone.

"Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please. I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Kolzak has been murdered. We're conducting an investigation and will need to speak with several of you. Please cooperate and remain calm."

Mr. Kolzak..., the name sounds familiar. Does he work on this floor? If so, my fear for Lisa grows deeper. I try calling her again and again, but there's no answer.

Where could she be?

***

Lately I've been worried about my co-worker, Elliot. Ever since his girlfriend, Lisa, rejected him, he hasn't been the same. He's been drinking more often, spiraling down into something I barely recognize. I'm not saying I'm no alcoholic either, but someone need to remind him before it's too late.

Of course, Elliot doesn't understand why Lisa acted the way she did. But with the rumors circulating, I've starting to grasp the full picture. I've been struggling to figure out the right time to talk to him about it. But after the police announced Mr. Kolzak's death, I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

I was prioritized for questioning, along with Elliot. It made sense. I was nervous at first--who wouldn't be?--but I knew this was coming.

They set up a small room near the boss's office as a makeshift interrogation room. The head investigator questioned me. Oddly enough, he had this calming presence, almost friendly. When he asked me to tell him everything I knew, his voice was so reassuring that I felt there was nothing to fear. So, I told him everything.

It all started about two weeks ago. Lisa showed up at my apartment late at night, totally unexpected. She knows I have my boundaries, and I would never betray a co-worker like that. But she wasn't there for anything like that; it was something else entirely.

The first thing she said was, "I don't know what to do." She was clearly upset.

I asked "What happened?." But then she started to broke into tears.

I didn't really have a choice but to let her in. She sat down on the sofa near the door, and I pulled up my work chair beside her. We sat in silence for a minute before she finally spoke.

"What should I do, Larry?" she asked, her voice shaking. I told her to, "Start by telling me what's going on."

She took a deep breath. Then slowly, she started talking.

She'd been at the bar drinking alone, which is strange for Lisa. She's not that type of person. So I asked her why she was drinking. She told me she's been having these nightmares about a murder. Not just any murder either--gruesome, bloody, something horrific. And she couldn't stop thinking about it.

I asked if she'd talked to anyone else, maybe suggested a therapy, but she didn't seem too sure about it. Then things got weirder. She asked me how long I knew about her and Elliot--like, how long they'd been together. I told her a couple of months, maybe? But it was like she wasn't even listening. I knew there was something more going on, something she wasn't telling me. And then, out of the blue, she asked me for a favor.

"Because you're the only one close to Elliot, I need you to assure him it's not what it looks like." I remembered her anxious face as she said this.

I didn't get what she was talking about, but I could tell from her tone it was serious. Before I could even ask her to explain, she just got up, thanked me, and left. It was strange, to say the least. She wasn't herself, and the fact that she's intoxicated only made things more confusing.

I had no idea why she thought I was close with Elliot. I mean, I respect him as a co-worker, sure, but we're not exactly friends. He's the quiet type, hard to get to know. But I'm not the kind of person who likes to get involved in other people's personal lives, so I never asked too many questions. I figured that's why she trusted me--to stay out of things.

And indeed, it wasn't until the next day I started to understand what she meant. There were rumors going around the office--rumors about Lisa and her boss. I still don't know who started it, It's just something that came out of thin air, but they spread fast like a plague.

I tried to talk to Elliot about it, you know, in a friendly way. We had a couple of beers, and I told him what I'd heard. He just brushed it off, said it wasn't true and that the boss had it out for him. He thought the boss was testing him, seeing how far he could push him with low pay and tough conditions. I wanted to believe him, but I still warned him, just in case.

Elliot's assumption turned out to be completely wrong. Things got worse after Lisa rejected him. They barely talked anymore, and Elliot just looked... defeated. Depressed.

One Sunday, I had to come into the office for some extra work. I figured Elliot would be at his apartment since he didn't have much going on these days. The office was empty--it was, after all, Sunday.

Around five in the afternoon, I went to the canteen to grab a soda. On my way, I passed by the boss's office, and that's when I heard it.

I heard a man moaning--low, like someone was trying to keep quiet. My curiosity got the better of me, so I crept closer.

The door was locked, but the noises were clear. A low moan, followed by a distinct slurping sound. I recognized the man voice, it was the boss. I thought he'd left already.

I pressed my ear to the door. Yes, it was definitely him--but there was another voice. A woman's voice. And it was... familiar.

His moaning grew louder, like he was struggling "Fuck, I can't hold it," and the woman, she told him, "Do it."

There my heart raced. I have my assumptions, but that voice... it just sounded too familiar.

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"No, it couldn't be... could it?," I thought at that time.

The slurping quickened, and then came a muffled scream. His scream is like a burst of pleasure, a scream full of ecstasy, a sound of raw satisfaction.

I heard the boss breathing heavily, then the woman muttered, "Did you like it?" with her soft voice.

They giggled, and I heard him say, "Let me clean up and we'll go. We can do more at home."

And that's when I bolted. Took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator so they wouldn't see me.

If I could trade a part of my body to erase the memory of having heard that, I would gladly do it. I knew exactly who the woman was. Thank God I'd heard it and not Elliot. If he found out, it'd push him over the edge. For the first time in my life, I genuinely feared for someone's safety.

I had to find him. So, I went to the bar he usually hangs out at, but he wasn't there. The bartender said he hadn't seen him all day, but told me Elliot had bought a bunch of gin and tequila the day before. The bartender seemed worried about him too. I gave him my number and asked him to call me if Elliot showed up.

I tried calling him, went to his apartment, but there was no sign of him. I couldn't do anything but wait.

Then, the next day, the bartender called. Elliot had shown up at the bar, drunk and naked. I had to call some people from the office to help me get him home. It took four of us to carry him up to his apartment. He passed out the second we got him into the bed.

"So, you didn't know what happened to him the night before, when you were searching for him?" the head investigator asked, pulling me back to the present.

"No, sir. I had no idea."

The investigator studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he was sizing me up. Then, after a pause, he seemed to make up his mind.

"Alright, that's all we need to know. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Larry," he said in a calm but satisfied tone.

We shook hands, and I left the room.

Elliot is questioned next. But something weird happened as he already went back out five minutes later. It took me almost half an hour in there!.

I had planned to speak with him today. But after some consideration, I chose not to. I realized something was happening with him--something that could pull me into a dangerous situation.

And in hindsight, it was the wisest decision I ever made.

***

After the questioning by the police, I tried to get back to work as usual, though everything felt off. By the time I got home, I was so exhausted. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I immediately sank onto the sofa. It was a strange, exhausting day.

The police seemed so interested in all the trivial information. They kept asking about my whereabouts the night before my co-worker found me drunk and naked at the bar. At first, they didn't mention why it mattered, but eventually, they revealed that night was the time Mr. Kolzak was murdered.

I tried to think back, to remember clearly. I was stumbling along the river that night, hammered, lost in my thoughts--wondering what I had done to deserve such a fate. After everything that happened, my mind was a mess.

I was so exhausted that I went fast asleep. The same dream showed up again. A woman standing in front of a quiet house, knocking on the door over and over. But I feel the knocking was not only coming from my dream.

I opened my eyes, the knocking sound was real.

I slowly got up and opened the door. Standing there were the head investigator and another officer.

"Good evening, Mr. Elliot," the investigator said, polite as ever. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but we need to ask a few more questions. It won't take long, I promise."

I could feel my nerves kicking in, but I didn't have much choice. I stepped aside and let them in. They entered with this casual, almost friendly air, like they were just dropping by for a chat. But I could feel the tension creeping in. I'm sure they noticed how shaky my hands were.

The investigator must've picked up on it, because he gestured to the couch.

"Please, relax. It's your place, after all," he said with a reassuring smile.

I nodded and sat down, but it didn't help. My mind was racing. The investigator took a seat next to me, still calm and friendly.

"How have you been sir?" he asked worryingly

"I... I am fine."

He took a quick glance at me. I can see discomfort in his expression.

"Are you sure?" He asked with a bit of understanding.

I just nodded again. What else could I say? Meanwhile, the other officer was wandering around the apartment, checking things out. The investigator put his hand on my shoulder, and then he smiled.

"I just need to confirm one thing, are you certain you were drunk by the river at the night of the murder?. I'm sorry if I am keep asking this, but I must be sure because we investigators must stick to the fact" He said in a calm but serious manner.

I know where this is headed. This is the end of the line for me. All I could do was nod again, like a fool.

The other officer stopped what he was doing and nodded to the investigator, like they'd just confirmed something.

The investigator stood up. The other officer also come to my position. Both of them now stand in front of me like a two towering giant.

I took a quick glance at the investigator. I can see an expression of sadness, as if he wanted to say "I'm sorry this has happened to you". I hoped he says that. But the only thing he says is this:

"All right, we understand. Mr. Elliot Sanderson, you're under arrest for the murder of your boss, Mr. Kolzak KolasiΕ„ski, and for the suspected murder of his fiancΓ©e, Mrs. Lisa Brennan."

Everything after that became a blur. I remember the handcuffs. I remember not resisting, just going along with it, like I'd already given up.

But I like you to pay a particular attention to the word 'suspected'. They think I killed both of them. And I get it. I know how it looks. But investigators stick to the facts, right? And the facts say otherwise when they realize there's another fingerprint on the murder weapon.

***

I remember vividly the day when the news about Elliot broke out. The office felt like it was falling apart. No one wanted to come to work. Everyone was too afraid. I couldn't blame them. Somehow, rumors started spreading around about me too.

People started avoiding me, acting like I was guilty by association. I was completely ostracized. It was just bad luck I happened to be involved with both of them lately.

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