The Professional

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From the safety of the front seat of his van, he sat and watched as the small, pudgy woman walked across her narrow driveway to retrieve her mail. Today, as she had done everyday of the last few weeks that he had been stalking her, Jillian Black rifled through her mail as she casually walked back to her front porch and then proceeded into her house.

His name was Andrew Smith. Call me Andy, he always said with a smile. He knew Jillian’s routine by heart after a few weeks. It was almost four o’clock. In a minute, she would be back outside to feed a can of dog food to the friendly mutt that usually occupied her porch. Andy knew the dog was friendly. He had been giving it treats and petting it when no one was looking for over a week now.

Andy knew many things about Jillian. He knew she lived alone. He knew her dogs name was Teddy. He knew that her house had a basement where someone could play for hours without being interrupted. This far out of town it wouldn’t matter how loud someone screamed. No one would ever hear them. He knew she had dark, curly hair and vivid blue eyes, much like himself, though he was taller. No friends to speak of, and very few visitors that came to her door.

In short, she was PERFECT for the type of games Andy loved to play. If he had been a more introspective type of person; Andy might have realized that the women he always picked to “play” with resembled himself in drag, but as it was; Andy wasn’t much for introspection. He had just known from the moment that he laid eyes on Jillian Black that he had to have her. Her seeming, self imposed isolation had just been a bonus. Andy would have gone very far to have this one, he couldn’t have cared less why she avoided human contact.

He shifted uncomfortably as his pants got tighter. The thoughts he allowed to flicker through his mind, thoughts of rape, torture and murder, were getting him a little too excited. Andy forced himself to calm down. It wouldn’t do to make a mistake now just because he allowed himself to get distracted. Not when he was this close.

Gingerly, Andy picked up his back pack. It contained all of his toys. The knives, the rope, the handcuffs, a camera, duct tape and several other items he would need including chloroform. This was hardly his first time, and a professional always came prepared.

He slid out of his van and made his way slowly past the small grove of trees he had parked behind.

Andy had done his advanced work well. Teddy barely even raised his head as the young man made his way up the porch steps and knocked on Jillian’s door.

For a moment, nothing happened, so Andy knocked harder. He smiled as he heard the pitter patter of feet approaching the door from the other side.

The door opened just a crack and Andy could see one big blue eye trained on him. “Yes?”

He plastered the most charming smile he had on his face. “I’m so sorry to bother you miss.” He said as sincerely as possible. “My van broke down over there.” He pointed and to his delight Jillian opened the door a little further to see where it was. “I was just wondering if I might be able to use your phone?”

For a moment Andy found himself undergoing some serious scrutiny as Jillian looked him over. What she saw was a personable young man with unruly, dark hair and pretty blue eyes. Nothing threatening. He studied her back though the inspection did make him squirm just a little. She was pudgy but pretty, with sparkling blue eyes, curly brunette hair and a kind face. Silently, he willed her to go get the phone. All he needed was for her to take one step back with the door cracked open, and he would be able to force his way inside.

Instead, he was surprised and more than a little shocked as the door was suddenly pulled wide open.

“Sure.” Jillian smiled shyly. “Why don’t you come in then.”

Andy was stunned to say the least, but he was dancing with glee within as he followed her inside, and down a narrow hallway to her kitchen. He couldn’t believe his luck at being invited inside. As he stepped into the kitchen, he realized why she had let him in to use the phone though. All she had was an old fashioned wall phone. The only way he could have used it was to come in.

“Thank you.” Andy smiled as he stepped up to the phone and picked up the receiver with one hand while his other closed around the chloroform soaked rag he had tucked safely in a plastic baggie in his pocket.

He put the receiver to his ear. “There’s no dial tone.” He said, looking at her expectantly.

A frown creased her forehead as she stepped foreword. “Really? That’s strange.”

Then the whole world went black.



The trip down the basement stairs was a rough one. The body was dead weight being unconsciousness, and a wobbly head bounced loudly off of every step during the descent. Still, with experience comes proficiency, and it was nothing that couldn’t be handled.

Now came the fun part. Crouching in a corner of the basement to wait as awareness slowly returned, and watching as the realization of being tied, naked and helpless raced across the pale face.

Enjoying the initial struggle that always inevitably took place. It did no good of course. Just exhausted what little energy may have been available, making things easier in the long run.

The muffled screams that followed from behind the gag. A small shiver of pleasure at the show.

Unzipping the back pack and slowly pulling out the things inside, watching as the blue eyes went almost comically wide with panic. Fondling the knives lovingly.

“You think you’re special.”

It wasn’t a question, yet a curly, dark head shook itself vehemently no.

“You do.” A soft whisper, but no doubt heard. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Stepping around and forcing the struggling captive up onto its knees. A strangled scream as something cold, metal and barbed was forced past protesting sphincter muscles.

“I’ve watched you for weeks you know.” A twist of the wrist and barbs ripped at the tender internal flesh.

Andy already knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this would be the most vicious rape he had ever taken part in.

Blood leisurely dripped down the back of trembling white thighs. A sigh. “PERFECT.”

Hours later, after skin had been peeled off in sections, nipples sliced off, insides shredded from the fish hook like barbs used in the rape, eyes gouged out and fingers, toes and tongue snipped off with a pair of pruning shears, the smell of burnt, cauterized flesh permeated the basement. The mutilation of the genitals was the final touch, of course. Always save the best for last.

It was the work of a true professional.

A whine of excruciating pain escaped torn, bloody lips as consciousness was yet again, brutally regained.

A dark, curly head bent to speak into the cavity of what had once been an ear.

“If you wish it…. I will kill you now.” A gentle voice offered.

Andy gratefully nodded his acceptance.

Fin.