With deadly intent

Judith had just taken off her heels. Sighing with the pleasure of being barefoot after a long night in heels, being at a big charity event. But it had been worth the pain in her feet. Being his date was worth a lot. And she thought it had gone well. He had said he would call her, so hopefully there would be a second date, soon if she was to decide.

The doorbell rang. She looked up, feeling confused. Who would be at her door this late ? She went to the hallway and looked through the little spy hole. She hadn't really expected to see HIM standing on her doorstep and opened the door. He was leaning on the doorframe, a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. He looked absolutely sexy. "Good evening again, Judith".

"Oh hi. I hadn't expected you. I mean here and now". She felt herself blushing slightly. It hadn't been long since they had said goodnight at the party.

"Can I come in ?" He asked, those intense eyes running over her. She nodded and stepped aside, closing the door after him.

He walked slowly into the living room and she followed. She was unsure why he was there. What he wanted from her. "Can I get you anything ? Tea, coffee, wine ?"

"What about you, Judith ? I much rather just have you". His voice sent small vibrations through her body, making her gasp slightly. So that was why he had come. Her feeling of something between them had been correct then.

He stepped closer and grabbed her chin rather harshly, pulling her to him. But she didn't resist him. It made his blood slowly boil. Such a whore, ready to sleep with him even though she hardly knew him, allowing him to act like he owned her. But she was in for a surprise, it wasn't going to be pleasurable at all, not for her anyway.

She moaned as he kissed her hard. Her hands grabbed hold of his jacket as he tore her dress off her, not caring that it was right for the trash now. She didn't seem to mind either. "Don't you look delicious Judith".

Her giggles made him want to cause her pain. "Get out of that underwear darling, if you want it to remain in one piece and get on the bed".

She scrambled to comply and he watched her, before he undressed too. So easy. So eager to serve herself up to his desires. He thought while picking up a piece of the torn dress, placing it on the bed.

As he crawled up on the bed, hovering over her naked body. He knew this would be the time he took it the whole way. The moment he finally got his darkest desires fulfilled and the thought made his erection throb almost painfully. He had longed for this as long as he could remember.

He started kissing down her neck, his hands on her body. He was being a bit rough but she was still moaning and enjoying it. But that wouldn't be long. Soon she would be screaming and fighting for her life. Just the way he liked it.

"Ouch. A little eager there". She gasped as he bit her neck a bit too hard. He just continued, his mouth finding her nipple sucking hard on it. Making her arch her back and moan his name.

But soon she whimpered and then she grabbed his hair, trying to pull his mouth away. "That hurts. Stop. Please stop". She started crying and struggling to get him off her, but he was too strong for her.

This was such a turn on for him. She was struggling, trying to fight him off. This wasn't by far his first rape. They had just never dared turning him in. Feeling guilty that they had all said yes at first. Not thinking anyone would believe them. After all, why would he need to rape anyone.

"I don't want to. Please stop. Please leave".

She tried but he chuckled humorlessly. "You don't really have a choice darling, but please do struggle, it only makes it more pleasurable for me".

Now she started fighting him for real and he grabbed the piece of her torn dress and bound her wrists together. He tied her to the headboard. "Oh and please scream too, my dearest. No one will hear you up here in the hills".

He put on a condom, before he grabbed her soft thighs and pulled them apart. She was crying and begging him not to do it, only turning him more on. Spurring on the devil living in his heart. "So baby are you going to be wet for me ?" He entered her without mercy, burrowing himself balls deep in her, making her scream out.

As he started fucking her roughly she was whimpering and pleading for him to stop. But of course he wasn't going to, he even held back to prolong his own pleasure. Telling her she was nothing but a cheap whore, deserving everything she got, after all, she had let him in with the intent of having sex with him.

"You know I am going to kill you right ?" He said almost softly, like he was declaring his love.

She was sobbing. "Please don't. I promise I won't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway".

"Sorry love. I have to...Is the only way to silence them". His big hands slowly closed around her neck and he squeezed hard while still pounding into her furiously. She thrashed wildly under him and he liked that. Then her body started to go limp and soon after the light left her eyes forever. The feelings of power were so tantalising it made him cum harder than ever before. He made the instant decision that this wouldn't be his last kill.

He got up and admired his work as he pulled off the condom and tied it up, putting it in his pocket as he slowly dressed. It suddenly hit him that he should get a souvenir. He looked down over Judith's naked body. Hmm something easy to take with him and to keep.

The smile on his face would have scared most people. Then he walked over to the bed, bending over the dead woman and biting into her nipple. He only had to chew a little, he felt the still hot blood fill his mouth as he tore it from the breast. Next time he wanted to do it while the whore was alive he thought, as he put the small body part in his pocket.

Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of bleach, emptying it over the body, making sure no part was missed. And on the way out he used his sleeve to open and close the door not to leave prints.

He had done good, they would be proud.

(For those who skipped chapter 1, a woman was raped and murdered by someone she appered to know. Her nipple was removed and she was soaked in bleach)

*Kimberly*

I have just gotten out of the shower when my phone start buzzing. Fumbling to pick it up without dropping the towel, which is actually silly as I am alone I forget to see who it is. "Kimberly Clarke speaking".

"No need to be so formal".the voice on the other end says with a small laugh.

It is my partner from work, Chris. He is an FBI agent and I work as a forensic investigator and victim expert with the bureau. "Morning Chris. What's up ?"

"Morning Kim. Seems we got a murder up in the hills. A young woman, raped and killed. It is a very bad one, but beside for on the bed there is no sign of struggle". He says.

Knowing him, when he says it's bad, it is probably gruesome.

I start packing my stuff in a beat up messenger bag that I really should replace one of these days, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder. "I am on my way. Text me the address".

"Sure thing Kim. See you in a bit then. I try to keep the locals from messing things up too much". He says, before he ends the call.

I get the rest of my things together, feeling pretty sure that I haven't forgotten anything important and get into my car, which is even older than the bag.

On my way there I stop to get coffee for me and Chris. I grab a chocolate chip cookie too, that has to make up for my missing breakfast.

When I arrive at the address there are a lot of nosy neighbours standing around outside on the street. I get a hold of a couple of the local guys and tell them to start asking around to find out if anyone has seen or heard anything unusual last night or have any information about the victim that could be useful.

"So fill me in, what do we have here". I ask Chris as I hand him his coffee.

I am slowly sipping from my own cup as I take in the scene. The stylish bedroom looks like something out of a glossy magazine or one of those tv series where people in their early twenties live like millionaires. Except from the bed of course, as it has the body of a young woman on it.

She is naked, her hands tied to the headboard above her head and her eyes are staring emptily up into the ceiling.

Chris takes a long sip from his coffee. "Judith Hale, twenty-nine years old. She was an actress, some smaller movies, nothing big. She has been raped quite brutally and strangled. Her left nipple is missing, it seems to have been gnawed off".

I nod, feeling a slight taste of bile in my throat, but I still walk over to look closer and take in the details. "She had a hot date last night. Probably with someone new. I think we should see if we can find out who her date was and get him in for questioning. If nothing else he might have seen or heard something".

"Okay Sherlock, how do you know that ?" Chris looks at me.

I smile knowingly. "Easily. Look at the underwear thrown on the floor. It is brand new and very sexy. And every part of her is waxed and polished. She was expecting or hoping for something, hence the hot date. And I saw a bouquet of fresh flowers in the hallway. The kind of flowers men give on a first date".

"You are right as always. I call it in and get them to check for her date. She is famous enough that it should be easy to find out who". Chris says getting his phone out calling it into the office.

I continue looking through the scene. Keeping my focus on the details while taking pictures and collecting evidence until,I am sure I haven't missed anything that could be of significance to solving this.

When I am done I let the coroner bag her and take her to the morgue for further investigation and tests.

When Chris and I arrive at the office we find director Alyssa Johnson waiting for us. She is a stern middle aged no nonsense kind of woman and I love working for her.

"We got the date waiting in room 4. It turned out to be easy to find him. He is some Well known actor apparently and they went to a very public charity event, so lots of pictures".

"Super ! We'll go have a chat with him then. Who is he ?" I ask, wondering if it is someone I know.

The director leads the way. "Well I don't know him, but I guess that means very little, his name is Noah Davies".

"Say what ?" Chris turns to look at the director, like he is sure she is lying. "Our main suspect is Poseidon ?"

I can't help but giggle at the director's expression as she says. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Agent Hart...isn't Poseidon a Greek God ?I mean he is a good looking man but..".

"In a movie series boss". Chris says. "He played Poseidon, won a lot of Awards... it doesn't matter of course".

The director's expression is no doubt what stopped him.

I know who he is of course and even if I do not know much about him as a person, I have to admit that I have a very hard time i gaining that he is behind this murder. He just doesn't seem the type. But of course you never know. The worst psychos are often the ones you would never suspect. The ones where the neighbours go: 'He was such a nice guy'.

Me and Chris walk into the room. He is sitting at the table, leaned back, long legs stretched out in front of him. He looks like he has been pulled right out of bed. He is wearing jeans and a slightly rumbled short sleeved button up. The poor buttons of his shirt threaten to burst from the pressure of his chest. His hair most definitely hadn't been combed but is a fluff of messy bed head curls.

"Good day Mr. Davies. We are happy you were able to come in and have a talk with us. I am agent Hart and this is our forensic investigator Kimberly Clarke". Chris says, shaking Noah's hand.

I step up to shake his hand too. He has big hands and a very nice smile, I involuntarily notice. "No problem, only happy to help. And please call me Noah. I could understand it has something to do with Judith, is she okay ?"

"Let me just turn on the recorder". Chris says and pushes the button to the recorder. Stating that this is a questioning, the date and the people present.

We have both sat down on the opposite side of the table. "So Mr Davies... Noah, you had a date with Miss Hale last night and you went to a charity event ?"

"Yes, that is right". He answers. He looks very relaxed for someone getting questioned by an FBI agent. I could just be an act though.

Chris continues. "And after the party you went to her house. She wanted to get frisky. It got heated but for some reason she suddenly changed her mind and wanted you to leave. But she had started it and you wanted what she had promised, so you took it anyway and it got a bit out of hand. You probably just wanted her to stop screaming right ? But you choked her".

"Excuse me ? What ?" Noah leans forward in his chair, staring at the agent. "Are you telling me that Judith got raped and killed ? And you think I did it ?"

"Yeah actually I do". Chris says, looking for Noah's reaction. "With experience I have come to find out that the most obvious suspect is usually also the right one".

Noah shakes his head. "Am I under arrest here ? Should I be getting my lawyer ?" He looks from Chris to me. Folding his arms on his chest, making those buttons work extra hard.

"No. You are not under arrest. Agent Hart here is getting a bit ahead of himself. We just want to ask you some questions. Like when you last saw Miss Hale ?" I say, sending Chris a glare telling him to shut up before Noah understandably refuses to talk to us.

Noah breathes out. "I saw her for the last time at the party. She wanted to go home. I wanted to stay. I already knew that there wouldn't be a second date. We just didn't click. As far as I know she went home alone to go to bed".

"And she didn't talk to anyone else ? Or about meeting with anyone ?" I ask him, carefully watching any little movement and expression.

He shakes his head again. "Nope. I got the feeling she was a bit disappointed I wouldn't come with her".

I ask him a lot of questions about the night and he answers them all with alacrity and grace. He is the perfect picture of a charming gentleman the whole time.

There is a knock on the door and the director comes in. She whispers something in Chris's ear and then she leaves again. Chris stands up. "I just received some new info. Mr Davies you are ..".

*Kimberly*

"Mr Davies you are free to go for now. But we might need to talk to you again, so we would appreciate you staying in town, at least for a couple of days". Chris says, looking a bit annoyed.

Noah gets up. Shaking both our hands. "No problem. I am filming here for at least another 3 months. So no plans of leaving any time soon".

"Good. We'll call you if we have any more questions. And please call us if you remember anything however insignificant it seems". I tell him with a smile.

Chris adds. "And stay out of trouble".

We watch him walk out of the building, a distinguished confidence to his steps. I am not sure what to think. Normally I am very good at reading people. Noah seems very much like a perfect gentleman, but I have a feeling that there is more to him under the glossy facade. I just isn't sure what it is and if it is good or bad.

*Noah*

When I get outside I pull out my phone and call Lucas, asking if he can come pick me up. We are shooting a movie together. It is easiest and I might avoid some of the awkward questions it could cause if I take a cab.

It doesn't take long before Lucas pulls into the curve and I jump into the passenger seat. Lucas looks at me. "Not to be nosy. But what were you doing at the FBI office for violent crimes ?"

"Do you remember my date last night ? Judith. Apparently she went home to get raped and choked to death. They wanted to ask me some questions logically". I answer.

Lucas looks utterly shocked. "Shit ! How are you holding up ? That has to be scary to get pulled in and questioned like that. I'm sorry you had to go through that ".

"Thanks. But I am okay. I mean I feel terribly sorry for her and her family. But I had only just met her and well there was never going to be a second date. I almost feel bad for not feeling worse". I say, making a face trying to convey my feelings.

Lucas pulls out into traffic. "Well I kind of get you. Not to speak ill of the dead, but she was kind of annoying honestly".

"Lucas !" I look shocked, but then I sigh kind of in defeat and roll my eyes. "Yeah you are right, I actually don't know why I asked her out in the first place".

"Well she looked like an easy score". Lucas says chuckling, making me roll my eyes again. If it had been about that I could have easily fucked her, I have no doubt about that.

I actually didn't like having to lie in there, but I couldn't very well tell them where I had gone after the party and what I had been doing there.

"Thank you for picking me up, Lucas. I just hope this is over and done with". I say as we pull up in front of the house.

Lucas shrugs and smiles. "No problem Noah. You know I always got your back, of course I am there if you need me. I cross my fingers that this will be the last you hear of it".

*Kimberly*

I am down in the morgue helping their forensic pathologist Dr. Rusty Nails, who always introduces himself by assuring people that yes, it actually is his real name.

I have watched him go through all the procedures that is done when we have a murder victim on our hands. Helping him when needed. Hoping to find something that can help identify the killer.

There isn't much to work with regarding the body. The murder had drenched it in bleach making all foreign DNA unusable. I sigh, we are dealing with someone smart here.

The way it was done makes me fear that this won't be the last body. It doesn't really seem like a crime of passion, more like the work of a psycho serial killer. Especially the missing nipple, it seems like the killer either kept a souvenir or had himself a rather disgusting snack, the idea makes my stomach churn.

I walk back up to where Chris has been looking through all the interviews with the neighbours. I sit down with a sigh. "No DNA or prints, he really did a job on her with the bleach. Any luck with the neighbours ?"

"Nope, no one saw or heard a damn thing. My money is on Mr. Davies. She clearly let her killer in, there is no forced entry and no fighting. And he is the only suspect. Also I got a feeling he was hiding something". Chris says, leaning back in his chair, folding his large hands behind his head.

I nod. "He didn't seem the type, but well they hardly ever do. Unfortunately we have absolutely nothing to charge him with. If nothing else shows up we have no case. We need to talk to people at the party. See if anyone there saw anything".

"Yeah you're right. I got someone to get a list of who was there and to question everyone. If someone seems interesting we call them in for an interview". Chris says, grabbing his phone. We need to get a move on this case before the trails start going cold.