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The blood called out to me. Two foolish youths made the mistake of trespassing on my hunting grounds. No doubt hoping for a private Valentine’s Day amorous retreat to the woods. I could hear their laughter and plans before they parked, then as they walked to their ultimate destination. Soon, just like so many others, their blood would coat my knives. Then, steam will rise from their lifeless corpses, their souls leaving their bodies, then the disposal.There were two of them, a man and a woman, college age, off to an abandoned resort lodge that I called my hunting grounds. It wasn’t an uncommon practice for young lovers to travel to these woods on or around Lupercalia, to the point where I wondered if they would ever learn to stay away. I kept the lodge in decent shape to attract people like the young couple hiking toward it from their parked car. Despite being miles away, I could hear and smell them; his deodorant, her hair dye, the sound of their shoes on dried leaves, and their voices in excitement and curiosity.For the time, I retreated to my cave, a sanctuary I carved into the hill myself, and prepared for the night’s hunt. My blades were still sharp and cleaned, meticulously maintained after the last time someone trespassed on my sacred hunting grounds. First, I selected my mask, made from leather and inspired by the plague doctors of old, but I had cut out a mouth for it and placed sharpened teeth in the mouth, trophies taken from the hunt. This combined with a hood, this time made of cotton to cover the back of my head. I examined my reflection in the blade of one of my knives to ensure I had the correct visage and was greeted Bostancı Escort by the correct sight; I smiled under the mask, hidden behind the row of sharpened teeth.I chose not to adjust my outerwear, satisfied with the moderately loose hiking clothing I had similarly taken from a previous hunt. This gave me a somewhat fearsome appearance while being light enough that should the night come to a pursuit, I would not be encumbered by clothing, or have my vision obscured. In case I was recorded, I would appear hidden and blurry, only adding to my mystique.Then, I meditated. One knife in my hands, crossed-legged in my cave; listening to the young couple tracking their movements through the forest. The calling of the blood grew stronger all the while, telling me the night would be glorious.In due time, I began my trek toward the lodge, which took longer than it could have. I needed to be careful to leave no trace, no footprints, no broken branches, and not a single leaf or blade of grass out of place. Simply put, I needed to be a ghost, something supernatural. Should the bodies be found, there can be no trace of me. A ghost will have killed them. As such, despite having to travel less than two miles, it would take me over an hour to get there.I entered the lodge and began making my way through it silently. I made sure to trap certain areas, adjust the furniture, and place spikes under windows to make them more difficult to climb out of. If the couple were to attempt to flee, they would find escape difficult.Soon, I heard the telltale sounds of clothing being stripped off at a frenetic pace, before jumping on Bostancı Escort Bayan one of the beds, they were in the lovers’ suite. I smiled inwardly; things couldn’t have been going better.I made my way to the room they were in, standing outside the door I took a few deep breaths, enjoying the scents and sounds coming from the room; a moan of pleasure, the scent of pussy, The sight of two people dead mid-coitus, as a pool of their own blood spreads out is one of the most beautiful sights, life and death twisted together.I raised my knife above my head and kicked in the door; I had expected a scream but was shocked by what I saw.I had expected screams.I had expected them to cover up.I had expected them to flee.What I did not expect was for her to not miss a stroke as she was sucking him off, while she played with her pussy, and for him to merely turn and say, “Can you give us a few minutes?”She bobbed her head a few more times, before releasing him from her mouth with a popping sound. She took her free hand while the other was continuing to fondle her pussy and began stroking him and said, “Babe, I think he’s here to kill us.”She then went back to sucking his cock.He placed one hand gently on her head, and said, “I think you’re right. That’s kind of hot though isn’t it? Being killed on Valentine’s day and all that.”Another popping as she took her mouth away, replaced by her stroking him with her hand, this time with the hand that had been in her pussy, using her juices as lubricant.“I know, I was about to say the same thing. It’s scary but, like wow, he’s going to kill us.” Her hand moved faster Escort Bostancı on his cock. “And we’re fucking.” She was staring at him intensely. They seemed to almost forget I was standing there, and in confusion, I lowered my knife-hand.He began nodding vigorously in agreement. “Do you think he would want to watch for a bit, and then do the stabbing? Or maybe he’d let us have a full turn in the bed, although what if he did it while I was inside you, and then he got us both at once? That would be kind of hot right, like we’re connected forever.”She turned to face me. “Mr. Killer-Guy, do you think we could at least come once each before you kill us? I mean, I think I speak for both Kyle and me when I say that we’d be happy to do all the things to make your killing of us go perfectly, like we could run and scream or whatever, but we’d really like to get off just one more time; pretty please?” She pouted slightly and made her eyes look big and pleading, all the while she was still giving him a hand job, his cock did not look to be losing any energy, in fact, if my senses weren’t deceiving me, his blood was going faster, he was getting harder.I scratched my head with my knife.“I’m very confused right now. Do you want me to come back later, it feels really weird to stab you now. Maybe we can start over in a bit? I’ll come back in,” I checked my watch, “say, twenty minutes? This whole thing is kind of a mood killer for me.”She had gone back to sucking him, this time her movements were quicker, her mouth bobbing on his cock and her hand between her legs.“No, no, I think we want you to watch,” the man – Kyle I guess was his name – said.Yet another popping sound as the woman removed Kyle’s cock from her mouth.“Yeah, we want you to watch, it’s hot. Gives us some nice ambiance all that shit.”She went back to sucking him.I shrugged internally, “Uhm, okay.” I pulled over a wicker chair and sat down a few meters from the bed, facing them.
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