Posted by Dorian on February 09, 2000 at 05:36:50:
This is a chapter out of a story I have written. There are a few beautiful girls strangled to death and cannibalised. If people are interested in more, please E-mail me.
Killing Ruth
by Matthew Dixon
Matthew stood for a moment outside his new house in the rain and merely stared at the building which was to see the end of Ruth’s life. It was a modern single storey house in the middle of a new housing estate, its gardens freshly landscaped and its tiles glistening and new in the rain. The high wooden fences which surrounded the sides and back of the house ensured at least some privacy and there was only one window facing the street, dark and lifeless with its curtains closed to ensure privacy. The small brick letterbox with the shining silver number eight upon it seemed to stare at him as if accusing him of a sin he had not yet committed. The white garage door stood like a guardian protecting the car within, looking down at him as if condemning him for his grand plan. It seemed that the whole house was in some way frowning upon him and the illusion disturbed him. Attempting to ignore the strange illusion of life which had come to the house, he stood there for a few minutes in the light rain, his bag still in his hand, as in his mind he worked through the climax of the plan one last time.
It was the moment that he had wanted so much for so long. Now it was becoming a reality and that reality was far more satisfying than anything he had ever dreamed of. Not only was he to murder a friend and joyfully watch as her friends unsuspectingly ate her, but also he had experienced Ruth in a way he had never imagined would be possible. The unexpected bonuses seemed almost to be rewards for his actions and that thought made him smile.
He had left Ruth’s place only an hour earlier and caught a taxi home, still swimming in the beauty of the experience he had shared with her. The strange twists and turns of life were perplexing yet he found the rewards of his experiment quite satisfying. The entire night he had stayed up with Ruth, kissing and making love and talking and laughing. They had become closer than he had ever dreamed of being with her. Yet that made the experience all the more appetising as now he was not murdering merely a friend but a lover who naively trusted him with her life. The surprise she would experience at finding this new love murdering her would merely make the experience all the more enjoyable. They had kissed goodbye at the door as the taxi had arrived, nothing but a bed sheet wrapped around her slender figure, and she had promised she would be at his house that very morning to confront Andrew with the truth.
Now, as Matthew stood staring at the front of his new home, he wondered just how successful Fiona had been at completing her end of the grand scheme. There was a fear within him that perhaps Fiona had come onto Andrew too strong and he had been frightened off. If that were the case then there was a danger that he would go running back to Ruth for forgiveness. Such an action would prove disastrous. There was also the strong possibility that she had succeeded, being the delicious siren that she was, and now Andrew would be set in his determination to end his relationship with Ruth in just the way Matthew wanted. The moment of doubt and concern stayed with him as he stood there, almost as if it was the place upon which he stood that gave him the doubt. He knew that there was only one way to discover the truth. It was the most dangerous and unpredictable part of the plan, seeing as it was left in the hands of another, and he knew that the moment had to be faced when he would discover just how successful his plan had been. That time of revelation would come the moment he walked through the front door. His heart raced as the moment came.
Sighing deeply, Matthew walked up the path to the front door and unlocked it, entering to hear the calming music of Gershwin floating through the air from the stereo. In the air was the distinct perfume of Fiona. Matthew paused for a moment and looked outside to see no sign of Fiona’s station-wagon. Then, stepping into the foyer of the house, he closed the door and dropped his bag on the ground. Curiously the scent of Fiona was distinct in the air, a beautiful perfume which she always wore, yet he heard nothing of her voice. It pleased him to know that Fiona had been in the house, as it meant success, but he was also afraid that perhaps she was still there which would prove disastrous when Ruth arrived.
"Hello?" He called out as he walked through the formal carpeted family room and into the casual dining room. To his right was the new kitchen, divided from the casual dining room by a bench and nothing more, where two crystal wine glasses sat with only the last few drops of red wine still in them. There was no reply to his call. Nervous and unsure, he walked through the kitchen and into the formal dining room with its grand glass dining table and eight fine cane chairs, both of which his parents had generously given him as a twenty first gift. The table had been set for two and the candles still burned upon the candelabras, although they were little more now than stubs of their former selves. The plates and dirty silverware were still upon the table where Matthew assumed Fiona had dined with Andrew at some time during the night. Yet there was no sign of Andrew.
"Andrew?" He called out to find no reply. He walked over to the stereo in the formal lounge room and turned off the compact disc player so that all that could be heard was the gentle dance of rain upon the roof.
Walking through the formal dining room he came back into the foyer and picked up his bag, taking it to his room. It was as he dropped his bag upon his bed that he noticed the door to Andrew’s room down the hall slightly ajar and in a moment of panic he wondered whether Fiona was still there with him. Closing his bedroom door, he slowly walked down the hallway to Andrew’s room and knocked on the door.
"Andrew? It’s Matthew. Are you there?" The door slowly swung open as he knocked to reveal Andrew’s bed in complete disarray. In the midst of the sheets were Fiona’s soaked jeans, tee shirt and g sting strewn amongst the mess with Andrew’s wet clothes. Yet there was no sign of either of them. A smile crept across his face as he saw clearly the evidence that Fiona had succeeded in her goal but still there was a concern within him. Andrew was absent and if he did not arrive home soon then he would find himself alone with Ruth. To murder Ruth alone took away some of the thrill as there would be nobody to join in his excitement. Half of the fun in murdering her was having Andrew watch on, he had to admit to himself.
It was the slamming of the door from the garage that made him relax.
"Andrew? Is that you?" He called out as he closed Andrew’s door and walked down the corridor to the living room. Andrew stood there dressed in clean clothes with a confused look upon his face.
"Where were you all night?" He asked.
"I was with Ruth." Matthew replied casually. "I had to make sure that she wanted to come today."
"Is she coming?" Andrew asked as he realised just how close the strange plan was to becoming a reality and his heart skipped a beat.
"She’ll be here. Mind you, after you ran off with Fiona she was pretty angry." Matthew admitted. "She wanted to talk to you about her relationship with Michael." He lied.
"It’s serious?" Andrew asked, almost eager for a positive reply.
"Definitely." Matthew answered, smiling within. "What happened here last night?" He asked as he gestured to the formal dining room table.
"Oh." Andrew smiled. "Fiona. We caught a taxi here from her place last night after we enjoyed a few too many drinks and I just dropped her home. She borrowed my clothes. Hers are still on my bed from when we…" Andrew paused and then laughed to himself. "I can’t believe this…I guess it’s time to follow through with our plan. When does she arrive?"
"Very soon." Matthew paused. "You won’t back down on me at the last minute, will you?"
"Absolutely not." Andrew said with a strangely alien and happy confidence which was out of character for the usually eccentric but shy man. "Not now. I’m beginning to like the whole twisted thing."
Matthew paused for a moment, noting Andrew’s confidence and wondered whether he was still slightly drunk. He decided to leave the issue alone.
"I have everything ready, including the instruments for butchering her." Matthew said bluntly as he gestured for Andrew to follow him, turned and walked through to his room where he opened his cupboard to pull out a large leather case. "I stole them from my uncle. He’s a butcher and he’s got all kinds of fancy tools"
"Butcher her?" Andrew asked hesitantly as he followed Matthew into his room and saw the case. "What do you mean? I thought you were going to strangle her."
"After she’s dead, Andrew. We have to cut her up and prepare her body for dinner tonight."
"Will there be time?" Andrew looked to his watch with a frown.
"Plenty. Don’t panic. I have the whole thing timed perfectly. All you have to do is help me and then clean up after me." Matthew pulled out the sharp blades and other instruments from the bag and checked them, laying them on the carpeted floor of his room so that all of them could be seen. Once he had checked them all, he placed them back into the bag and carried them out into the bathroom, absently brushing past Andrew who watched on curiously. Just as he had hoped when the plan had begun, Matthew noted that the bath was the perfect size and was apparently easy to clean, according to the real estate agent who had shown them the house. With a little work there would be no evidence left, even if the Police searched the entire place inch by inch.
"How are you going to do it?" Andrew asked curiously but calmly as he leaned against the doorway to the bathroom and watched Matthew work.
"The easiest and least messy way possible." Matthew replied casually as he placed the bag next to the bath and then turned to Andrew with an excited expression upon his handsome face. "Just as I said, I strangle her to death. No screams, no blood, just a simple and easy death that is trouble free." He then stopped and frowned curiously at Andrew. "Why? Do you have any other suggestions?"
"No." Andrew replied quickly. "Just curious. Will you do it straight away or wait for her to get comfortable?" The question was still being asked when Matthew laughed.
"Are you getting nervous?" Matthew asked with a proud smile.
"I’m just being cautious, that’s all." Andrew replied defensively to see the disappointment upon Matthew’s face. The time was coming close and Andrew admitted to himself that he was becoming nervous but the thought that their entire strange plan was insane never crossed his mind. His curiosity was far too powerful to turn back now. He was committed and determined to make sure that it worked without any mistakes. Matthew’s idea was gradually becoming Andrew’s project.
"Cautious?" Matthew looked at his friend as if he were mad. "I’m excited." He said as he felt his own heart racing. The woman he had made love to so perfectly the night before was now to be his next meal and he was to be the one to deliver her into the next life. Like a dark cloud, the knowledge of her impending death surrounded them and yet that dark cloud was somehow intoxicating and seductive.
"Are you sure you can follow through with this?" Andrew asked curiously. "I mean, this isn’t just another one of your ideas that will fall through at the last minute, is it?"
"What?" Matthew asked with a frown. "What do you mean?"
"You’ve never killed before and neither have I. In fact, this whole idea is very strange. I’m willing to go through with it, I’m letting you know that now. If you back down, I’ll do it myself and then you’ll have to help me. So, if you’re going to back out of your own crazy plan, do it now and we’ll forget you ever said anything. Are you really going to do this?"
"Of course I’ll bloody well do it!" Matthew laughed. "So many questions, Andrew. Just relax and enjoy the experience." Matthew smiled eagerly. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To watch the love of your life murdered by your closest friend to be devoured by all of her unsuspecting friends."
"I’m just being careful." Andrew shrugged and then frowned as a thought occurred to him. Ruth was a fighter and he knew that she would not simply die without a fight, no matter how big the surprise might be for her. "What if you can’t strangle her? What if she fights back?"
"Then I break her neck. It’s that simple." Matthew laughed again. "Stop worrying and get on with relaxing. This is the moment that we’ve been waiting for." Looking at his watch, he sighed. "She’ll be here as soon as she’s showered and changed so that will be fairly soon."
"How is she getting here?" Andrew asked.
"She’s taking a bus that stops a few blocks away and then walking. That way we have no car to contend with. Just Ruth’s body to murder and prepare for dinner tonight."
"Do you really know what you’re doing?" Andrew asked with a frown. "I’m not going to have to bury her because you can’t stand the thought of cutting her up or anything like that, am I?"
"Andrew, I worked for a butcher during school holidays for three whole years and I grew up with an uncle who was a butcher. I’ve also been studying books on the female anatomy very closely to see just what I can do with which bits. Relax, I know what to do." Matthew smiled as he grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and stared into his dark eyes and handsome face. "Relax and enjoy the moment."
"You’re about to murder my girlfriend." Andrew said bluntly. "I have a right to be curious."
"True." Matthew admitted.
"It seems to me that you’re the nervous one." Andrew smiled to see Matthew’s eyes light up in disbelief as he let go of Andrew’s shoulders.
"What?"
"You’re the one acting nervous. I’m just being cautious."
"So am I." Matthew said defensively.
There was a long and awkward pause as they both looked at one another without a word being spoken before Andrew finally broke the silence.
"You realise that Michael will ask after her?"
"Let me take care of that." Matthew replied in a dismissive manner to see Andrew give him an angry look of reproach. He was a little taken aback by the sudden change in Andrew’s attitude and was unsure exactly how to take it. Ever since their friendship had begun, Matthew had been the dominant one and Andrew the quiet one. Now the tide was turning and it made him nervous.
"If I’m going to be a part of this whole plan, I need to know that all of our bases are covered." Andrew explained, rather agitated.
"Fine." Matthew sighed. "I’ll simply tell him that Ruth needs some time away and not even we know where she has gone. If he’s smart he’ll move on and find another girl."
"And if he isn’t smart?"
"Then we leave him to look for her. There’ll be nothing left by the time he starts looking."
"The acid works well?"
"It’s the best we can get and it’s fast. There’ll be nothing left by the end of the week guaranteed and probably very little by the end of the day." Matthew said rather sulkily, angry that he was losing control of the scenario very quickly.
"Good." Andrew paused, thinking every possible danger through before continuing. "What if people notice the taste of her meat?"
"Andrew." Matthew snapped, becoming annoyed by Andrew’s new dominance and caution. It seemed almost as if it was his plan rather than Matthew’s and Matthew did not like the idea. "Who’s going to believe that we killed and cannibalised Ruth? Seriously, who on earth would even suspect us of such a dark crime?" He yelled with an irritated tone to see Andrew’s face fill with shock at his sudden rage. Then, realising that he was acting strangely, Matthew sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself down. "Besides," He continued as calmly as he could. "we can say that it’s a delicacy like Kangaroo meat or something."
"So we have all of our bases covered, then. Everything is set and there won’t be any problems."
"As long as we stay calm and collected before, during and after the whole thing, we’ll have no problems whatsoever."
"You’d better work on that calm part." Andrew said with a sly smile to see Matthew smile back.
"You’re right. I’m sorry. Do you have the key to the deadlocks?" Andrew produced the key from his pocket and held it up to Matthew. "Good. She has no escape. Now, let’s close the curtains and make sure that nobody can see in at all."
For the next few minutes they both wandered through the house, closing all of the curtains and ensuring that every door other than the front door was securely locked from the inside with a deadlock. Then Matthew checked the bathroom one last time to make sure that the drains were not blocked and that the instruments were ready. After a few minutes everything was checked and ready and Matthew and Andrew found themselves sitting on the lounge chairs in the casual living room, silent and staring at the bookshelf across the room as their hearts raced in their chests.
In these last few moments both of them felt some doubts and fears rise up but dared not mention them. Matthew knew that murder was now the only option, even though he had never killed before. If either of the lovers talked to the other about their cheating then the truth would come out and he would be the victim. There was no turning back.
For Andrew there was no turning back either. Soon Ruth would discover the truth about Fiona’s seduction and with that truth would come a vicious confrontation. He could no longer claim innocence while condemning her for her infidelity. Killing Ruth was the only real option. As strange as the whole idea was, something within Andrew was seduced by its darker side and he found himself excited by the idea of watching Ruth die. It disturbed him and yet seduced him at the same moment. Then, as they both sat there, a knock came to the front door and both men sprang to their feet. Matthew’s hands were shaking as he looked to Andrew and then they both slowly walked to the foyer.
"There’s no turning back now." Matthew whispered to see Andrew nod in agreement.
Andrew held the key tight in his right hand as he stood behind Matthew and walked slowly towards the door. They acted almost as if Death Itself was behind the door and neither was willing to be bold enough to open the door straight away. There was another knock before Matthew finally reacted, his hands shaking uncontrollably. It was a delicate moment. He needed to make a move before she even hinted at the fact that they were now a couple. If she even went to kiss him or perhaps smiled in the wrong way to him then the whole game would be over and Andrew would see that there was something else to the entire relationship amongst them. To be thorough and perfect, Matthew had to move quickly and it was this moment which defined just how successful he was. Once that door was opened there would be no turning back and Matthew knew it. It was up to him now and the life of the woman on the other side of the door was in his hands. He thought for a moment about ignoring the knocks until she left but that was out of the question. Finally he reached his hand out and clasped the doorknob.
The door opened to reveal the luscious beauty of Ruth’s slender figure in all of its radiance. Her lush dark hair was flowing down around her shoulders, wet from the rain, and her beautiful green eyes penetrated his with a melting look of seduction. She was dressed in a chambray shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and its front tied up at her ribs to reveal her smooth skinned flat stomach in all of its perfection. Her jeans were low on her perfect hips revealing her smooth groin and her g string as always. Her blue canvas sneakers were new and the white of their soles was perfect. She smiled at Matthew with a knowing expression of lust as he sucked in all of her beauty, her smooth skin, her navel, her ribs, her breasts just visible beneath her shirt, her long neck, her hair and her smile. Then he stepped aside to let her in.
"I was beginning to wonder whether anybody was home." She said as she walked into the foyer and looked around the new house.
"Hello Ruth." Matthew said as his heart nearly exploded from nerves. "Welcome to our humble abode."
"Thank you." Ruth turned back to Matthew and smiled with a seductive expression that spoke more than any words of her desires. Then she walked out into the formal living room and looked about curiously, ignoring Andrew deliberately. "It’s a bit dark in here. Why don’t you open the curtains?" She suggested casually, now confident more than nervous after the passionate encounter the night before with Matthew.
"We like our privacy." Matthew said as he glared at Andrew, gesturing quietly for him to lock the door. He did so immediately, locking it as Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. Already her fate was sealed with the turning of the key for she now had no escape. Quietly Andrew slipped the key back into his pocket as they gave each other a knowing look.
"Very nice." Ruth commented, still observing the formal living room. "I like it."
"Hello Ruth." Andrew finally spoke up as Ruth turned back to see him standing in the foyer. Her face dropped a little as her heart jumped with nerves. She hated confrontations, especially with a man who had hurt her so much with his infidelities.
"Hello." She replied rather dryly. "How are you?"
"Fantastic." Andrew smiled an uncharacteristically diabolical smile which made Ruth frown.
Just as he had planned, Matthew walked over to her as she talked to Andrew.
"You look a little tense." He said with a seductive smile, his nerves not showing through his calm exterior as he stared at her beauty, admiring her in her last few minutes of life. "Stand still. Let me loosen you up a little" Walking around behind her so that they both faced Andrew, Matthew placed his hands gently upon her shoulders and began to caress the back of her neck. In that moment Andrew was forgotten and she smiled as she felt the beautiful rush of pleasure from Matthew’s massage. Like a drug spreading throughout her body she felt a calming tingle as he caressed the back of her neck. Then, very slowly, he moved his hands around to caress her long, smooth neck. Matthew smiled at Andrew from behind Ruth as he caressed her and surprisingly he saw Andrew smile back. He had expected him to be in some kind of wild panic by now and yet his behaviour was the complete opposite. Ruth closed her eyes and smiled, tilting back her head to reveal more of her perfect, smooth skinned neck as Matthew clasped his hands around it, still massaging her.
Then Ruth opened her eyes. Still smiling, she reached up to caress Matthew’s hands with her delicate fingers as she stared across at Andrew to see him smiling a dark and sinister smile. It frightened her but Matthew’s gentle touch soothed her fears instantaneously.
"That feels good." She moaned, too calmed by Matthew’s touch to even think about how unusual the entire scenario was.
It was immediately after these words came from her beautiful mouth that Matthew began to squeeze his strong fingers around her smooth, long neck. Gradually Ruth came to realise that Matthew’s caress was no longer a caress but rather a tight grip around her long neck, slowly becoming tighter. At first she frowned, feeling her airways being squeezed and then completely blocked off by his tight grip. Her mind did not at first comprehend but then, as she found his grip far too strong to merely be a mistake, the danger became far too clear to be ignored. Her eyes widened in shock as her hands stopped caressing Matthew’s and began to clasp them in a desperate attempt to free herself. Confusion filled her beautiful face as her mouth opened wide, unable to suck any air into her lungs. Matthew squeezed her smooth skinned neck so tight that he felt the bones of her neck against his fingers as she let out a gargle, her wide eyes staring right at Andrew who merely watched her luscious figure begin to squirm like a belly dancer before him.
"Stop." She gargled out as her face began to turn red. "You’re strangling me." She arched her back as her nails dug deep into Matthew’s hands. Andrew watched her flat stomach suck in flatter as she struggled to catch a breath, a dark smile upon his face. "I can’t breathe." She gargled while twisting her luscious figure around, her back arching so much that her smooth skin stretched tight against her ribs. "Please." She begged, not understanding what was happening in her wild panic. Her beautiful face began to turn a dark red as she desperately tried to rip Matthew’s hands away from her neck. "I can’t breathe. You’re…killing me." He felt her smooth skin oozing between his fingers as he squeezed as tight as he could, feeling the vibrations of her gargling as well as hearing it. Andrew simply watched on excitedly as her gorgeous green eyes widened but kept their panic stricken stare upon him. Squirming and slithering her luscious figure around, Ruth’s jeans slowly slid down her slender waist to reveal more of her purple lace g string and naked flesh. It was an erotic dance which Andrew was mesmerised by.
Matthew finally felt a bone in her neck crack under the pressure as he squashed her neck in his hands while Andrew did nothing but watch the last moments of his girlfriend’s life pass by at the hands of his closest friend. There was something hypnotic about it which he liked just as much as his twisted friend. Ruth’s desperate gargling echoed in his ears and her terror stricken eyes stared right into his with wide disbelief as he stared right back with a smile.
Ruth squirmed and writhed about for what seemed like forever until slowly her long legs began to give way and she sank down as if melting into the ground. She still struggled and her gargling became even more desperate as her lungs screamed out for air. Then her hands began to slowly become weaker in their grip upon Matthew’s. The gargling became slower until finally there was one last long gurgle and then silence. Her body still arched back, she slowly fell to her knees and her hands slipped away from his. Her face glazed over with an expression of horror and Matthew slowly let her smooth neck slip from his hands to let her luscious body fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Matthew wiped his hands upon his shirt to rid himself of her sweat as he looked to Andrew and smiled.
"How was that?" He asked proudly. Andrew looked down at her luscious figure in disbelief.
"She’s dead?" He asked with a frown. "She’s really dead?"
"As dead as dead can be." Matthew replied casually. "That was rather fun, really."
"I know." Andrew said as he stepped closer and looked down at her body lying there. Then a smile crept upon his face. "Natural selection." He said as he looked across at Matthew. "I need a good, stiff drink."
"Fuck the drink." Matthew said as adrenaline rushed through his body. "I need a cigarette."
They both laughed as Andrew walked out into the casual living room to grab the bottle of rum and two crystal glasses from the drinks cabinet. The gargling pleas of Ruth still echoed around in his head as the vision of her horrified face staring at him filled his mind. She had died at the hands of his best friend in the most cruel and diabolical way possible and yet her erotic dance of death had been something he was rather aroused by. A smile crept across his face while deep within, darkness overwhelmed his soul as he took the bottle of rum and noticed that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Matthew merely stood above Ruth’s body and looked down at her beautiful figure lying on the floor as his heart raced and his hands shook from the thrill of the murder. He had taken a life and to him it was the most delicious experience he had ever felt in his entire life. Looking at his shaking hands, he realised that he possessed the power to take a human life and that power was overwhelmingly seductive. Then, slowly, he crouched down beside her body, looked into her horror stricken green eyes and smiled. The woman who had given herself entirely to him the night before was now dead at his very hands. Looking at her perfectly flat stomach, he admired her smooth pale skin.
It was at that moment that he frowned and realised to his horror that something was not right. Her stomach had sucked in as if she were breathing. Looking back to her face, he saw to his horror that her seductive green eyes were staring directly into his and his heart jumped with fright. Before he could even react, Ruth had brought her fist around as hard as she could and smacked him right in the jaw, sending him falling backwards as he lost his balance. Unable to stop his fall, Matthew smashed straight through the glass coffee table behind him with a crash as it collapsed under him.
"Matthew?" Andrew called out as he placed down the rum bottle and began walking back into the formal living room. "Are you all right?" His eyes immediately fell upon Matthew’s body sprawled out over the remains of the coffee table and his heart skipped a beat. There was no blood but there was also no movement from his friend as he laid there. "Matt?" He asked, a little unsure as to just what had happened. Then his eyes widened in horror as he saw Ruth climbing to her feet.
Although she had been terrified, Ruth had not been foolish. In the last moments of being strangled she had realised that struggling was futile. Then, in the midst of wild panic, somehow a rational thought had occurred to her and she had faked death. It had been difficult and almost impossible, for she was close to death as it was, but somehow she had succeeded in falling limp without passing out. Foolishly Matthew had taken the bait and let her go. Those few moments afterwards had been horrible. She had nearly passed out but had managed to suck in a breath without either of her friends noticing. Now Andrew was standing close by and Matthew was lying amidst broken glass unconscious.
Gathering her thoughts, Ruth climbed to her feet, clutching her sore neck. It hurt badly and she was sure that a bone had been broken or at least fractured somewhere inside as she had both felt it and heard it crack. She could still breath properly, despite the pain but her mind was filled with confusion as she desperately tried to figure out what had just occurred. Even though she was in the house of her closest friends, she realised that her life was in serious danger. As impossible as it seemed, they had just tried to murder her.
Across the room Andrew was staring at her not with his usual loving naïve smile but with a dark expression of rage that terrified her. It struck her heart with fear as her eyes fixed upon his and saw the evil within. Desperate to escape, she turned away from Andrew, ran through the formal dining room and into the kitchen. Like a well trained predator, Andrew reacted immediately by running the opposite way through the informal dinning room to cut her off at the other end of the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks as she found herself trapped by him. Again they stared into each other’s eyes for a long while, not saying a word until Ruth moved again, turning back to run the other way.
Andrew turned back to try and catch her in the formal living room only to discover that she had doubled back and run through the kitchen as he did so. Seeing that she had not run through the formal dinning room, he turned back to catch her running down the hallway towards his bedroom. Enraged, he ran after her, following her into his bedroom to find her at the sliding glass door in his room which led out to the backyard. Desperately she had pulled back the curtains and was trying to open the door as he came in. Hearing him enter, she spun around to face him, pressing herself up against the door.
"It’s no use trying to run." Andrew said with a smile. "All of the doors are locked. There’s no way out."
As he moved to try and grab her, she lunged forwards and knocked him aside. Taken by surprise, he fell back against his own bed as she ran past him and back down the hallway, passing the door to Matthew’s room to enter the casual dining room. Looking around desperately she saw the telephone upon the wall of the kitchen and decided that it was her only chance. Her only hope now was the Police.
"Where are you going?" Andrew yelled with a laugh as he climbed to his feet in his bedroom. "There’s nowhere to hide." He walked casually down the hallway and entered the casual dining room to see Ruth already holding the telephone receiver in her hands, her gorgeous green eyes wild with fear. A sly smile across his handsome face, he slowly entered the kitchen. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you." He warned.
Looking around desperately for some form of weapon, Ruth saw the knife rack, dropped the telephone receiver and grabbed the largest and sharpest of the knives, holding it tight in her hands.
"Stay back!" She warned with a weak voice as Andrew closed in on her. Her throat hurt badly but she was glad to know that she could still speak. Seeing the knife, he stopped in his tracks a short distance from her, knowing that she was in a hysterical state and might do serious damage to him if he came any closer.
"Ruth." Andrew smiled, wondering how he was going to kill her without making a mess. "There’s no escape from here. All of the doors are deadlocked from the inside and only I have the key."
"Why are you doing this?" She asked as her heart raced in her chest. "I thought you loved me."
"Just hand over the knife before this gets bloody."
"Why?" Ruth yelled as her hands shook from terror.
"If you don’t give me the knife, Ruth, I will gut you alive. Don’t doubt me on that." Andrew warned. "I’d rather that this weren’t an unpleasant parting."
"Unpleasant?" Ruth asked in disbelief. "Unpleasant?" She glanced across at the receiver as she held out the knife, warning Andrew to stay clear. "I’m going to pick up the phone and call the Police. So just stay away or I’ll stab you."
"Ruth, I’d rather you didn’t make it any harder than it’s already become." Andrew said as he edged slowly towards her, seeing the tears in her eyes.
"What the hell is going on here?" She yelled weakly as tears flowed down her beautiful face. "Why do you want to kill me? What have I done?"
"Done?" Andrew laughed. "I’m not killing you because of something you’ve done. That motive died yesterday. Now I just want to kill you for my own selfish pleasure." He smiled a dark smile. "And so I can eat you."
"Eat me?" Ruth asked, her hands shaking from fear.
"What the hell did you think all that talk about cannibalism was for yesterday?"
"What’s happened to you?" She interrupted, her voice shaky and weak. "Have you gone mad?"
"Just drop the knife, Ruth."
"Why?" Ruth snapped. "So you can get off on my death. My life for your orgasm? No thank you."
"You have no say in this." Andrew replied. "You’re trapped."
"Andrew." Ruth pleaded amidst her tears. "I love you. How can you do this to me?" Her heart was racing in her chest as she looked to him.
"Because." Andrew replied calmly. "I’m curious to know what you taste like."
"Are you insane?" She yelled. "I’m your girlfriend."
"Correction." Andrew said, keeping his dark smile. "You were my girlfriend."
"I’m not letting you so this to me."
Holding the knife in her left hand, Ruth reached for the receiver with her right as she kept her eyes upon Andrew. After feeling around for a short time, she found and picked up the receiver, hearing the calming noise of the dial tone.
"Please don’t do that." Andrew warned.
"I’m calling the Police." She said as she reached across to dial the emergency services number with the hand which clasped the receiver. "So just stay back."
"Ruth, please don’t make me hurt you any more than I have to." Andrew warned.
"You’re mad!" Ruth snapped bluntly.
"Please." Andrew pleaded. "Just put the phone down and we’ll talk about this."
"Talk?" Ruth screamed in her weak voice. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" Her eyes were wild with fear as she yelled. "I feel like I’m with two complete strangers. Where are my two best friends? What have you done with them?"
"Just stay calm, Ruth." Andrew said as he kept his eye on the knife. "Let’s not hurt anyone."
"Hurt?" She was becoming hysterical. "You two try to murder me and you’re worried about being hurt? I’m calling the Police."
"You can’t do that." Andrew warned.
"You can’t stop me." Ruth replied confidently as she pressed the first zero to dial the emergency services.
Suddenly Andrew lunged forwards as in a panic, Ruth desperately tried to stab him with the sharp knife. His swiftness had taken her by surprise and before she could even attempt to stab properly he had knocked her hand aside. Terrified, she screamed out in fright as, in one swift move, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back until she dropped the knife, kicked the knife across the room and then slammed her up against the wall, causing her to drop the receiver from her other hand. He then let her go and stood back. Quickly turning to face Andrew, she found herself trapped in the corner between the wall and the bench by his body.
"Come on, Andrew." She teased him angrily as tears tolled down her beautiful face. "Kill me. You don’t have the guts."
Andrew merely smiled as he reached up and placed his hands gently upon her smooth skinned long neck. Pinned up against the wall, she merely looked fearfully down at his hands as he admired the cute second shin of puppy fat which appeared as she did so.
"You’re so beautiful." He whispered as he stared into her gorgeous green eyes. "I can’t wait to eat you."
With that, he slowly tightened his grip around her neck until her smooth skin oozed between his fingers. Ruth’s eyes widened in terror again as Andrew squeezed her neck far tighter than Matthew had. Her mouth opened wide as she struggled to suck in a breath but only let out a weak gargle. Desperately she clasped at his hands, trying to pry herself free with her delicate fingers as she squirmed her body about. Staring into the dark eyes of her lover, she panicked as she came to realise that all of her life had led to this moment and no amount of squirming was going to save her from the jaws of death. Everything she had worked for was reaching a climax at this moment and all of her dreams and hopes were dying away at the hands of a man who seemed so naïve and innocent. It all seemed so surreal as her lungs screamed out in pain for oxygen. She was dying so that she might be eaten by her lover and nothing was going to save her perfect figure from this diabolical fate no matter how much she pleaded.
As she gargled and desperately gasped for breath, she moved her hands up to his face, hoping that she might have more success in hurting him. Andrew merely squeezed harder as she grabbed his chin and tried to push him away. Then her hands reached up to try and grab at his eyes unsuccessfully. In a mad panic, she waved her arms about, trying to hit him as hard as she could before returning her hands instinctively to his hands about her neck. Then the horror and the panic truly set in as the true realisation came to her that she was dying and that soon her life would be at an end for eternity.
The bone cracked in her neck once more, this time being crushed completely as slowly her face turned red. Gradually, as her slender body squirmed about desperately, her luscious long legs began to give way again and she began to sink down, her face becoming purple and her seductive green eyes nearly popping from their sockets as she stared up into the darkness of Andrew’s face. Desperately she clawed at Andrew’s hands as she continued to gargle and squirm about. Her gargling echoed around the dark room while fear overwhelmed her like a dark cloud slowly transforming into death itself.
Andrew stared into her wide eyes to see the horror within her looking back up at him. Slowly she began to lose consciousness, her lungs screaming for breath. Pure horror filled her while adrenaline flowed through her body as a defence mechanism that was too weak against the enemy. It seemed as though all of the faces from her life flashed before her eyes as her luscious body began to die, the life strangled out of it. Her beautiful eyes widened further, terror overwhelming her in a wild panic. In one final desperate moment, she squirmed about using the last of her strength to try and rip herself free. Then, very slowly, her hands became weak and her face gradually lost its life. After a long struggle, she finally sank down against Andrew’s body. In that final moment, as death overwhelmed her, she recognised the true horror of death delivered by one she trusted. Then her body fell limp and her soul slipped away.
Andrew continued to squeeze long after she had gone limp, making completely sure that Ruth was dead before slowly letting his hands slip away from her smooth skinned neck to let her body fall limp upon the floor of the kitchen. Then, aroused and overwhelmed by the moment, Andrew took in a few deep breaths and calmed himself. Ruth was dead at his hands. Now there was no turning back.
After a few moments Andrew turned to attend to Matthew only to discover that he was standing directly behind him, looking down at the body of Ruth as he clutched his head wound tightly with his left hand. The glass he had fallen into had broken into large pieces, saving him from any serious cuts and his only real wound was the bruise Ruth’s punch had given him. His expression showed none of the pain that it had a few moments earlier. Now there was a smile upon his face as he looked to Andrew.
"We did it." He said simply. "She’s really dead."
"You’re alive." Andrew said with relief. "I thought you might have been killed."
"Not quite." Matthew sighed as he looked down at Ruth’s luscious smooth figure lying on the floor, an expression of horror upon her beautiful face as she stared into oblivion.
"Now I definitely need a drink." Andrew said rather flatly as he stared back down at the body of Ruth on the floor. He walked to where he had left the bottle of rum in the living room and grabbed a crystal glass from the cabinet. After pouring himself a drink he swallowed it down quickly and let out a big sigh. "That’s better. What do we do now?" He asked with a rather dark expression of pleasure.
"We butcher her." Matthew said bluntly as he walked over, took another crystal glass and poured himself a drink, swallowing it down in one gulp.
"That’s going to be messy, isn’t it?" Andrew smiled a dark diabolical smile as he asked the question.
"Sure, but think about the result. Fiona will be devouring the body of her rival without even knowing it."
"How beautiful." Andrew commented, still smiling.
Matthew looked to Andrew with a frown as he heard the words which came from him. With every passing moment Andrew was becoming more and more dark. The insecurity which had been there only yesterday was gone and replaced by a diabolical confidence which seemed almost insane. Gone was the naïve Andrew of the week before, replaced by the more confident and evil man before him now. Through the series of events which Matthew had planned and brought to life, he had created a situation which changed Andrew forever. Somehow, by handing him Fiona and giving him the opportunity to watch Ruth die, he had brought to life a darker side of Andrew which had never before had the courage to come to life. The confidence which seducing Fiona had given him was now more dangerous than Matthew had at first thought. No longer did he hold power over Andrew with his use of jealousy for now Andrew had killed Ruth, not because of Michael but merely because it excited him. With his power lost, Matthew was fearful of just what he had created in his friend. Andrew was now as evil, if not more so, than him.
"Let’s get her into the bath." Matthew finally said as he placed his glass next to Andrew’s. "Time is no longer a luxury we can afford."
"What a beautiful cliché." Andrew commented with a smile. "So common and yet so apt."
Together they walked over to her body and looked down at her. Never again would they see her delicious body as it was and for a moment both of them sucked in the vision of beauty. Then, aware that time was now against them, Matthew took her feet as Andrew took her hands and together they carried her to the bathroom.
"I wonder what she’ll taste like." Andrew commented as they entered the bathroom and Matthew merely frowned, wondering just what was going through the head of his friend. He did not reply and Andrew did not even seem to notice the fact that he had been ignored as he was so caught up in his own thoughts. After lifting her up and laying her carefully in the bathtub they rested, both sitting on the tiled floor with their backs against the bath.
The reality was sinking in very slowly and both men felt a little strange. Behind them laid the body of their close friend Ruth, dead at the hands of them both. It had been done and nothing could reverse her death. Now that was beyond their control. Andrew looked to Matthew curiously.
"I have a question." He said as the shock of the event slowly passed away.
"Go ahead." Matthew said, clutching the wound on his head.
"Why did you want her dead?" Andrew looked to Matthew, examining him closely. "Was there some revenge thing or is it just that this whole murder is a big turn on for you?" Matthew paused in thought, frowning for a moment before replying.
"I thought it would be fun."
"And was it?" Andrew pushed. "Was her death worth the thrill?"
"Absolutely." Matthew smiled as he looked at his friend. "Now let me ask you a question."
"Shoot."
"Why did you kill her?" Matthew asked as he examined the expression of pride upon his friend’s face. "It wasn’t because of what I suggested. It wasn’t just jealousy, was it?" Andrew laughed a rather diabolical laugh which disturbed Matthew a little as he watched him. Then, controlling his laughter, Andrew looked at Matthew with a broad grin across his handsome face.
"It was a rush!" Andrew finally said as his eyes lit up with excitement. "I don’t know, Matt. Two days ago I would never even have dreamed of such a thing as murdering Ruth. Then…I don’t know…something overcame me and I wanted it. I loved it!"
"Andrew." Matthew said calmly as he saw the excitement upon his friend’s face, mad excitement which would not have been there if it had not been for his own suggestions to murder Ruth. "We’re both insane."
There was a moment of silence as they looked at one another. Then, finally, they both burst out laughing, their laughter melding with the thunder which now echoed through the air. Gradually, as they calmed down from the high of the kill, they gathered their thoughts and controlled their laughter.
"So…" Andrew finally spoke as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "how do we handle this?"
Matthew took in a deep breath as he too wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Well," He said. "we have to cut her up a piece at a time, skin her, separate the different parts into those metal buckets I have in the garage and throw the inedible bits into the acid barrel."
"I suppose we have to strip her first."
"Unless you want a very messy cutting." There was a long pause as they stared at each other before Matthew finally sighed. "Well, let’s stop sitting around. We have a meal to prepare and very little time to do it in." They both stood and looked down at Ruth in the bathtub, still graceful and beautiful in death. "You go and open the acid barrel while I begin here." Matthew said as he stared down at Ruth. Andrew walked out without a word, leaving Matthew with the body.
Alone in the silence of the bathroom with only the noise of rain and thunder in the background, Matthew sat on the edge of the bath, staring at his dead friend. Never again would he hear her graceful laugh, her beautiful voice or her angelic singing. The eyes which had looked upon him many times with love and joy were now empty of life and frozen in horror. The hands he had often touched were now limp and lifeless. Nothing of her life was left and yet, lying there, she was still beautiful. With a sigh he moved to undress her.
Andrew unlocked and entered the garage, his hands still shaking from the experience of killing his own lover for no other reason than the thrill. It had been an incredible rush which he had never dreamed of experiencing and a rush that only days earlier would have been a horrible nightmare. Yet now, as he entered the garage, the fact that he had murdered Ruth was nothing too disturbing. In truth the thrill excited him like no other thrill could. Something inside of him had snapped and the conscience which had once been so strong in him had been drowned by the pleasures of passion. He was a changed man and nothing would ever bring the old Andrew back to life. he knew that now. Strangely, though, the thought did not disturb him.
Walking over to the large acid barrel, he pulled away the sheet which covered it and stared at its shining metal and the harsh warnings painting upon it. The dark industrial symbols which indicated the dangerous corrosive power of the acid fascinated him and for a moment he merely stood there staring at them, a devious smile upon his face. The barrel itself was as high as his chest and filled with a corrosive acid which would soon be eating away at his girlfriend’s bones. His hands moved to touch the cold metal exterior, feeling the smooth metal with a morbid fascination. Then, slowly, he slid his hands up to the top of the barrel and clasped the metal lever which locked the lid of the barrel tight. Grabbing a hold of the lever with both hands, he pulled it back to hear the clank of metal against metal and then, with a little effort, he pulled the lid off and carefully placed it down on the cement floor of the garage in between the car and the barrel.
It was then that Matthew entered, holding in his hands Ruth’s clothes neatly folded with her canvas sneakers sitting on top. Carefully Andrew stood looking down into the barrel at the seemingly harmless liquid and for a moment Matthew merely looked at him, wondering exactly what he had done to his closest friend. Then Andrew turned to him with an excited smile, his eyes moving to the clothes which Matthew held in his arms.
"What are you doing with those?" He asked curiously.
"We have to destroy all of the evidence of her ever being here." Matthew said bluntly. "The acid should burn these up in no time."
"Oh." Andrew said, a little disappointed.
"Better safe than sorry, Andrew."
Matthew walked over to the barrel and placed her clothes on the ground next to the barrel lid.
"Do you want to do the honours?" He asked as Andrew looked down at her jeans, chambray shirt, canvas sneakers and g string lying there, his smile gone and replaced with a sombre expression.
"I guess this is like the memorial service." He said with a shrug. Then he reached down and picked up her g string, looking at it as if remembering something special before dropping it into the barrel to hear the slight hiss as it was eaten away into nothing. Next he took her canvas sneakers, dropping them in and watching as the acid ate them away, bubbling furiously. Next came her chambray shirt and then her jeans. As the acid bubbled and destroyed her clothing, Andrew laughed, looking to Matthew.
"She wasn’t wearing a bra." He commented, as if that were some joke which he and Ruth had once had together. "She must have really wanted you."
Matthew opened his mouth to ask about his last comment but decided to hold back, not wanting to be baited by a friend he no longer trusted fully. Instead he merely looked into the bubbling acid. What had been the provocative clothing which had clung to Ruth’s luscious figure was now nothing, eaten away in moments by the powerful acid. Looking to Andrew he saw him smiling slyly in return and the smile disturbed him. There was a darkness in Andrew’s eyes which had not been there days before. What frightened Matthew was not so much the fact that Andrew had murdered Ruth but that suddenly he had become unpredictable, as if the murder had brought to life a part of his personality never before seen and that personality had killed off all else within him. Not wanting to continue staring at that dark smile upon his friend’s face, Matthew looked away.
Without a word, he walked back to the bathroom leaving Andrew behind but only moments later Andrew followed, entering the bathroom to stand beside Matthew, looking down at Ruth’s naked body in the bath.
"So what do we do now?" Andrew asked as he admired her lush figure. Matthew did not reply but merely crouched down and opened up the bag to pull out a large knife, sharp and clean. Andrew’s eyes lit up as he stared at the sharp blade shining in the light of the bathroom. It gave Matthew a little satisfaction to know that he too was just as unpredictable as Andrew and could shock him in much the same way.
"What are you going to do with that?" Andrew asked with bright eyes.
"Skin her." He said with a smile. "Would you care to help me?"
"Oh…" Andrew swallowed hard, feeling a little sick all of a sudden. "No…I’ll…um…I’ll be outside." He said, Matthew relieved to hear his old friend’s insecurities back again. There was a competition now occurring between them which neither acknowledged. It was a primitive fight to show dominance and now Matthew was proving to both Andrew and himself that he was in charge of the whole plan. With Andrew’s dark confidence gone for the time being, Matthew was able to relax once more. A smile crept across his handsome face as he heard Andrew leave. "I’m going for a walk." Andrew added as he walked out.
"Sure. I can take care of this." Matthew commented, trying to hide the smile but failing. "I can skin her myself. You just relax."
"I’ll just walk around and throw up a bit." Andrew said as he went pale, the truth gradually gripping at his consciousness and making him physically ill.
"Just make sure you throw up outside and not on the new carpets." Matthew said teasingly, joking even as he sliced up the body of one of his closest friends. A friend whom he had made love to many times over the night before.
As Andrew passed through the formal living room he picked up the pieces of the smashed glass table and carried them out to the garage, cleaning up after the event to make sure that nothing appeared unusual to anybody who might happen to come in. Then, still feeling sick and confused, he unlocked the front door, stepped out into the light rain, and locked it again behind him as the rain gently wet his tee shirt and jeans.
Walking down the street, Andrew was struck by the strange peacefulness of the scene. While inside their house Ruth was being butchered in preparation for cannibalism, the unsuspecting neighbours were mostly already at work or preparing to leave. What for them was merely a dark and depressing rainy day was a day which had changed Andrew’s life forever. By his own hands he had murdered the woman whom he had caressed lovingly with those very same hands only weeks before. The eyes which had stared into his lovingly had, that morning, stared in horror as he had strangled her to death. Her lush body which had squirmed in delight so many times with him had squirmed in terror that day. Now, all that had been good and fine was dead. In the passion of the moment he had made love to Fiona several times over and murdered his lover.
Strangely, though, the murder had been an erotic and pleasurable experience. It seemed almost to be the perfect climax to their intense relationship and eating her flesh was almost like the ultimate act of love, making her one with him and with the others. In fact, the further he walked, the more the act made sense. She had been the foolish one to place her life in their hands so willingly. It had been her who had hurt him with her promiscuous ways and her bitchy coldness. Now he had found a lover who lusted after him and was aroused by his sexual fantasies in a way Ruth never was. Eating Ruth and beginning again with the luscious Fiona was almost the logical conclusion. He had always been curious to know what it was like to cannibalise another human being and for that human being to be as lush and perfect as Ruth was a bonus.
After making his way around the suburb a few times, Andrew had convinced himself rather successfully that what he had done was necessary and that it was a beautiful expression of his passionate love. It seemed almost romantic to him, to have murdered his beloved so that he might eat her and become one with her while beginning a new relationship with another lover. In his warped mind, warped from the recent experience more than anything else, he had made his murderous actions noble and worthy of congratulations. He had to. The thought of any other conclusion would have sent him completely insane.
Now another element bothered him as he ran his fingers through his now wet hair and felt the rainwater caress his face. Matthew was playing psychological games with him, trying to make him feel awkward and less confident so that he might be the leader of the grand plan. Andrew had seen the frightened look in Matthew’s eyes when he had seen just how much he had enjoyed the kill and that fear was something he had enjoyed. Now Matthew was trying to reassert his authority and his arrogance was something Andrew was finding very difficult to tolerate. The unexpected power play was something which had obviously thrown Matthew and although it was something new to Andrew, he was beginning to like the new dominance he held over the situation. Although he had become uneasy with the blood, he knew that once Ruth was cut up and cooked he could once more dominate the scene, Matthew’s power once more gone. That thought brought a smile to his face.
He found himself once more at the front door of his house, soaking wet but happier than when he had left. Taking in a deep breath, he unlocked the door, entered the house and locked it behind him again. Ruth was dead and nothing could change that. Now he just wanted to finish the grand plan perfectly.
Looking at his watch, Andrew found that an hour had passed since he had left the house. Matthew was in the garage and he called to Andrew as heard him close the door. Entering the garage, he found Matthew standing before the acid barrel, holding in his hands Ruth’s bloody and tissue covered ribcage, severed from the rest of her skeleton. He had stripped it as much as he could and now held it before him.
"Look at this." Matthew said casually. "Many is the time I have watched Ruth stretch and seen these delicious ribs beneath her skin. You know? When she arched her back so gracefully. I felt these ribs beneath her skin last night. I felt them press up against me. I caressed them with my hands as I held her from behind. Now, here they are naked in my hands. The ribcage of Ruth. Touch it." He held her ribcage out to Andrew and with a strange fascination he reached out and felt the bones he had often seen and caressed beneath her smooth skin. Now, alone and free from the confines of her lush body for the first time, they felt strange to touch. They were the ribs he had sucked many times when they had made love. One of the most erotic parts of Ruth’s body for Andrew now stood free and to touch them was an incredible feeling. What had only that morning been inside of Ruth was now in the open for the first time, free from her delicious body, no more to be imprisoned by her luscious smooth skin.
"How strange." Andrew muttered as he caressed her ribs.
"Yes." Matthew admitted. Then, after allowing Andrew to caress them one last time, he slowly dropped Ruth’s ribcage into the acid to melt away with her other bones, cartilage and the inedible parts of her body. Melting away in the strong acid, nobody would ever see Ruth’s delicious ribs ever again.
"Have you finished?" Andrew asked with a sigh as his heart sank a little, realising fully that Ruth was no longer in existence as a woman, just as fresh edible and delicious meat.
"Almost. As soon as I’m done I’ll have to ask you to clean up the bathroom with me. The sooner it’s washed up, the sooner we can start cooking Ruth for tonight."
Andrew merely nodded in reply. The darkest part was now over. Both of their minds were beginning to turn to that night and just exactly how they would manage to pull it off.