“Because Amanda, nothing in this world is free, we’re all here for a short time. And what makes me happy is ass and cash. I go to the casino and it helps me escape the shit I seen on this job the last twenty years. Do you think you’re ever going to forget the thing that happened to you tonight? Or forget how those men looked when you killed them? Nope, that shit stays with you, be in your dreams for no reason. So my escape is ass and cash; gamble, win me some money, and blow it on things I like,” Detective Nelson said.

  “Yea, like them fancy suits you always wear, but to answer your question, no I’m not going to forget what happened to me tonight. I’m actually scared of it happening again, what if Benny Guns have more homeboys or he told them where he was going? I have to move, I never wanted to move this is where I raised my girls and where I have memories of my daughter Crystal. What if she comes back to this house and can’t find me?” Amanda said while looking down at the files and trying her hardest not to cry.

  Detective Nelson held her and said, “You’re over thinking things, people like the ones you killed tonight only think of themselves so no one will be looking for them and I’ll double check. I heard of Benny Guns, a yellow guy with white gold on his teeth and too many tattoos on his face as if he was trying to compensate for something,” Detective Nelson said.

  “You have no idea,” Amanda said while an image of Benny’s dick popped up in her mind.

  “Listen, you go inside rest, take care of that daughter of yours and read them files, if anything new pops up I’ll bring it by. After a week or two if you still feel the way you do about being out then I’m cool with that, if not, I’ll set up another job. But none of that matters right now, what matters is how you handle things mentally,” Detective Nelson said.

  “When you talk like that, it makes a woman want to give you some pussy, you should do it more often,” Amanda said and broke their embrace.

  “Naw, that soft shit doesn't work, tried it once and a female thought she could walk all over me. It’s better to be an asshole, beside women like assholes,” Detective Nelson said.

  “How do you figure that?” Amanda asked.

  “Why are most men they date are assholes, ask any woman, is your boyfriend an asshole and she's gonna say the biggest. And another thing, no woman wants a man that doesn’t get bitches,” Detective Nelson said and burst out laughing.

  Amanda laughed with him as she got out his truck. “You have a point. Thank you for the laugh, I needed that badly,” Amanda said.

  “No problem, anytime you need me just call, if not I’ll check on you in a week,” Detective Nelson said as he pulled off.

  Chapter 15

  Amanda laughed a little bit more then walked to her house and unlocked the door.“I’m gonna have to order a new door from Home Depot tomorrow, this shit ready to fall off the frame,” Amanda said to herself as she locked the door behind her. She walked straight to Zaria’s bedroom and cracked open her door to see her still sleeping with her clothes on, and snoring loudly. “Poor baby, got to be tired all that’s happened this night then cleaning up the whole house, this just too much for her. I’m going to have to find us a new home, even if Benny Guns has no more friends that’ll be looking for him. This place is full of bad memories now, that room will always remind her what almost happened to her and what she had to do to survive,” Amanda thought to herself and shut Zaria’s room door.

  She walked to her master bedroom then sat on the bed reading the files for an hour, taking down notes. “I’m gonna have to meet with Jasmine. Maybe she can remember something, anything that can help,” Amanda said while yawning. She got off the bed and took off her clothes and walked to her bathroom and moved the curtain then turned on the shower. She hopped in once the water was steaming hot and started to cry. “Pull yourself together, you have to be strong for Zaria and yourself,” Amanda said to herself as flashbacks of her rape played in her mind.

  “I got to wash these niggas scent off me, I can still smell them on my skin, it’s not like it’s the first time I got raped but why is it bothering me so damn much? Why do I feel so weak and helpless? Why do I feel so dirty? Then the weirdo fucked me and then tried to rape my daughter. What kind of lifestyle am I living, I’m done with all of this. I’m going to move Zaria to a small town and we're just gonna start over. I have more than enough money now from all the break-ins,” Amanda thought to herself. She scrubbed her vagina hard, she soaped up her rag with more pink Dove and washed in between her ass, then sat on the shower floor, letting the water pour down on her.

  “God all I was trying to do was find my baby, please forgive me for everything,” Amanda prayed as flashbacks of her having to suck Benny Guns chicken nugget for almost an hour and she still could feel Klass’s dick inside of her as it never left.

  “I have to let Crystal go, I have to face the fact that my baby is dead,” Amanda said, crying hysterically. Her tears mixed with the shower water.

  “I have one child to protect, I got to get my life in order, I will be strong, I’ll be a better mother for Zaria and just trust Crystal is with God now, that he’s moving her and she’s in a better place,” Amanda thought to herself as she stood up and turned the water hotter and felt as if all her problems were being washed away. “Thank you God,” she mumbled then the shower curtain was yanked open. Amanda turned around and before she could react she was stabbed three times in the stomach. “Ahh ugh!” Amanda screamed and fell back to the shower wall, holding her stomach then slid down onto her ass. She looked up to see a man in a black hoodie with gloves on, holding a king kitchen knife, on his waist was a cleaver knife used for chopping.

  The Butcher smiled under the half mask he had on that covered his nose and mouth. He looked down at Amanda then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out the shower. “No! No! Stop! Please stop!” Amanda shouted as she was pulled out the bathroom then out her bedroom. “Oh God no I need to fight back I need a weapon. I need something from him. I feel so weak. I want to sleep, stay up Amanda, stay the fuck up. Fight the sleep, fight him. God give me strength, this can’t be happening after all I endured tonight this can’t happen, not now. I got to be dreaming, why am I so tired? I just want to shut my eyes and sleep. No get up! Fight bitch! Fight!” Amanda thought to herself as she was pulled out into the hallway. “Zaria oh God! I got to warn her and she can help me like she did earlier,” Amanda thought to herself. She started banging on the floor as The Butcher dragged her like a rag doll. The Butcher dragged her into the living room and stabbed her in the thigh. Amanda let out a piercing scream then banged on the floor again. “Where is she, wake up baby! Wake up, hear me, help me,” Amanda said in her head then with her closed fist banged on the floor five times in a rhythm, the code she taught Zaria.

  Amanda looked up past The Butcher and hoped that her daughter would be there but nothing. “Scream for me,” The Butcher said as he pushed the knife through the flesh and skin of her back, opening it up as he pulled it out .

  “Ahhhh!” Amanda screamed while crying.

  “Yes you have a beautiful scream, sweet just like your daughters.” The Butcher said.

  “Huh?” Amanda said then looked at him, “You fucking monster, I bet you got a small dick, I’ll kill you!” Amanda said in pain. She went away after he mentioned her daughter, she forgot all about herself, and felt stronger and the sleepy sensation left her body. The butcher moved closer, a mistake he’d soon regret as Amanda punched him in the balls. “Ughh,” he groaned in pain and bent over and she punched him in the face, he fell sideways onto the floor.

  Amanda tried to stand but the stab in her leg prevented it. She tried once more and her legs collapsed, giving up on her. “Fuck!” “Think Amanda, think, the knife!” Amanda thought as she had a flashback of Zaria hugging her earlier and slipped the black folding knife in between the cushion. She had forgotten all about it. Amanda started crawling using her good leg and arms, then felt the skin rip open on the back of her thigh, “Ahhh!!” she screamed and looked back to see The Butcher with his hand on the knife. He pulled the knife down while it was still inside her. The pain was like no pain Amanda had ever experienced, worse than childbirth. The knife had cut through the flesh and muscle of her back thigh. “Why? Why are you doing this?” Amanda screamed out in excruciating pain. The Butcher was still on the floor, laying on his stomach, with his hand still holding the knife in her leg, he wiggled the knife while it was inside her and Ananda screamed once again.

  “It’s the screams, that's why, the sound of a woman screams is like nothing else, it’s the most beautiful thing in this world, it’s intoxicating. I used to think the scream from women having orgasm was the best, shit all men love when a woman screams, it boosts their egos, make them cum even harder. Screams are like ecstasy and the high is everything, it’s a drug for me. I just can’t get enough, it turns me the fuck on. That’s why I do it, so scream for me,” The Butcher said and wiggled the knife that was still in her thigh.

  “Auhhhh!” Amanda screamed. “So you kidnapped all these people for screams, you couldn’t just pay a prostitute or woman to indulge your sick fetish?” Amanda asked.

  “I tried that when I first started, it wasn’t the same, the pain a woman is in when your dick inside her is real. She’s in pain and in pleasure at the same time, it’s perfect. Paying a woman to scream felt so fake until I stab her. Now that was perfect. You can’t hide your tired voice, you can’t fake it when you’re really scared for your life or when you’re stabbed. The screams are like eating ice cream on a hot day, or having sex on the beach, to get that feeling it’s worth killing every last one of you. The best screams come when they know they’re about to die,” The Butcher said.

  Amanda looked back at him, even though she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was getting off on this, just the thoughts and memories of all the women he killed was turning him on sexually. “You’re a real sick bastard, worse than the other weirdo I met tonight,” Amanda said. Then with all her strength she kicked him in the face twice with the heel of her bare foot making him pull out the knife from her thigh and stumble around on the floor. Amanda rush crawled to the couch and dug in between the sofa cushion and felt the handle of the knife. “Got you,” she mumbled to herself. The pain she was in was unbearable, the strength that came out of nowhere was now leaving her body and the sleepy sensation had returned.

  The Butcher stood up and rubbed his face, “Bitch your hard ass feet almost broke my damn jaw. I respect you, you’re a fighter. Reminds me of that mother I got to kill, she whipped my ass,” The Butcher said.

  Amanda’s mind raced as she thought of the mom she read about in the police report files. How she put up a good fight even though she lost three fingers and The Butcher killed her family. Amanda turned around hiding the folded flip knife in her hand and placed it by her thigh, it hurt to move and she was losing blood fast.

  “Where’s Zaria? Why hasn't she woken up yet? She normally can feel the riddles of vibration. I was banging like a mad woman on the floor, something was wrong. Did he get to her before he came in my room, is that it, that’s why my baby hasn't responded to me yet, that's it! That's why my baby hasn't come to save me yet,” Amanda thought to herself as her heart started to pound in her chest even faster. “No, it can’t be I would’ve heard the struggle, I would’ve heard something? Zaria is not gonna just let anyone grab her without a fight. After Crystal got taken, I spent too much time training her to fight, used anything as a way to help her to use her disability as an advantage, to pay close attention to everything every detail. No he didn’t grab my baby, not so easy, not without him getting hurt in some kind of way.” Amanda thought to herself and smiled.

  The Butcher looked at her, “You must’ve lost your mind or bleeding out and dying. A lot of people daydream just before death. That's what you look like. You just sit there smiling, as your own blood soaks the rug. Interesting but all good things must come to an end. It’s almost morning time and I have to go before people wake up to go to work. Thank you for your screams, I won’t forget them. The Butcher said as he held the knife in his right hand and closer for the final blow, he used his left hand to cover his dick and balls. Can’t have you kicking my family jewels again now can I.” he said in a joking manner then swung.

  Amanda flinched her wrist and the black folding knife popped open and she sliced his right hand, cutting it open to the white meat. “Ahhhhhhh!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as he looked at his hand. The knife had cut through his bones and flesh and hit something hard in his hand. He dropped the knife and tried to make a fist with his hand but couldn’t. “Bitch what you did to my hand? Why can't I move it?”

  “For a person that go around killing people with knives you sure is stupid. I cut the tendons in your hand, you won’t be able to make a fist, hold a gun or a knife, or move your fingers. I hope you don’t wipe your ass with that hand. It will take twelve weeks to six months to heal, sometimes they never heal. You will never have full strength in that hand again pussy hoe, you really should google shit and learn new things dummy ” Amanda said then laughed.

  “Fuck you bitch,” The Butcher said then front kicked Amanda in the mouth, knocking her front teeth out.

  Amanda spit out blood and another piece of her front tooth hit the carpet. “Fuck I got to move, I can’t sit here but my body feel so damn weak, I can barely feel my legs, I’m losing too much blood. I got to kill him before I go to sleep. I’m so damn tired, I could close my eyes just for a second, it won’t hurt. Just for one second that’s all.” Amanda thought to herself as she closed her eyes. “Zaria!” she shouted and opened back up her eyes. “No kill me,” she said out loud as The Butcher held his hand.

  “Kill me bitch?” The Butcher said.

  Then the next thing he knew Amanda stabbed the knife through his boot, the knife entered the center of his feet and she twisted the knife around. “You like that huh? Do you remember how you twisted the knife in me pussy?” Amanda said and pulled it out.

  “Ouch! Ahh! You fucking bitch!” The Butcher screamed while hopping up and down on one foot then fell on his ass. He quickly took off his boot and sock to look at his left foot. A large hole was now in it and blood leaking out.

  “I bet your dumb ass didn’t know your feet have tendons, I just destroyed that, you’ll never walk the same again asshole. You getting your butt beat by a woman that can barely move, karma is a motherfucker huh? Doing bad to people for all these years, that shit gonna catch up with you. You really think you can live the life you live without bad happening to you? Taking people's children, killing whole families just for a fetish, for entertainment, karma's gonna get you, either by my hand or someone else’s. Feel the pain you caused in people's lives, all the mothers and fathers, sisters, and brothers you snatched a family member from. The game you love to play gonna turn on you mark my words,” Amanda shouted.

  “What is this, the color purple? Until you do right by me everything you do gonna fail,” the Butcher said then laughed. “It doesn't work like that, let me tell you how it does work in real life.” The Butcher said as he left his sock off and put back on his boot. He used his left hand to balance him and support his weight as he stood back up. He put a little pressure on his left foot but not too much weight to see if he could stand straight. He could feel his blood in his boot getting sticky but he was able to stand on it just not walk straight.

  “As I was saying,” The Butcher said as he picked up the knife with his left hand. “In real life the killer gets away with it, as long as it’s not too many people around, no camera or witnesses. He’s getting away, he could kill as many people as he wants. Especially, low income and middle class people because let’s be real, no one cares. Plus, you can kill teenagers all day, all people are gonna say is they ran away from home. Which is kinda true. There is no such thing as karma for the bad guy, why else the rich keep getting rich. It’s no karma for the bad shit they do to keep their money. Naw, God don’t give a fuck about you or the people I kill, y’all don’t matter. If y’all did why haven’t I been caught yet or dead. Karma’s something people who lose in life tell themselves about the winner, praying the winner will lose. It’s not gonna happen, but what is gonna happen is you’re gonna die tonight.” The Butcher said, leaning down.

  He moved back in time as Amanda swung her knife, trying to cut his face, he stood up and kicked the knife out her hand then kicked her in the stomach causing more blood to pump out the opened stab wounds, he bent down and stabbed her in her chest twice with the long kitchen knife. Amanda tried to scratch at his face but ripped off half his mask that covered his mouth and nose. She looked at him as the blood leaked out of her and lay on the floor and started crawling to the next side of the room until she reached the wall.

  “Zaria!” she mumbled while banging on the wall weakly as she felt a sharp pain in her back.

  “Why won’t you just die? You’re a tough little bitch,” The Butcher said as he bent down and stabbed her six more times repeatedly.

  Amanda’s face was now laying on the carpet, she was barely breathing, and too weak to scream. She closed her eyes as she continued to bang on the wall until her heart stopped beating. “Zaria,” she mumbled one last time.

  The Butcher bent down and stabbed her ten times real fast, poking holes all through her back then once in the back of her skull.

  Zaria popped up from her bed and wanted to scream but held it in. She could still feel Klass hands on her, pinning her to the bed as he ripped off her jeans, she was sweating profusely, and breathing hard and fast having a panic attack. She looked around her room expecting to see Klass pop out on her at any moment or to see Legend at her desk rolling weed. She looked at her desk and could still see him there smoking a blunt and watching YouTube.

  Zaria knew her mind was playing tricks on her and replaying the ordeal she just went through. She closed her eyes and opened them and Legend was still there, he turned around and smiled at her, but now he had an arrow hanging out the side of his head. “You didn’t have to shoot me little lady. I thought we were people, I guess not huh. I found that out the hard way. I was actually trying to protect you from Klass. That’s why I was in here, me and Benny didn’t trust him around you. He was acting too funny, but look what being nice got me dead and in a trunk of a car,” Legend said.

 

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