Chapter 19

###WARNING VERY DARK AND DISTURBING###

######VERY VERY DARK############

Nothing like a rumbling thunderstorm in the night to set the backdrop for his fun. It was perfect. He wasn't sure who to start with. He had never had more than one guest at a time, and now he had three.

Finally, deciding who it would be, the mayor's plaything was going first and then the mayor. He thought that perhaps the wife should have a little revenge in the end. He tilted Susan's table up so she could see all the fun. What kind of revenge would it be if she couldn't witness it for herself. He was always the thoughtful host.

He loved the fact that none of them could talk. It made it so much more exciting to know they can't plead nor beg for their lives, such a loss of dignity he wouldn't wish on anyone.

Screaming females was something he couldn't stand; it was like nails on a chalkboard, and it always made him lose his sense of decorum.

The Mayor's little plaything was bent over a table; her arms were straight out tied to the other side, her legs were connected to each of the table legs, and he had kept her dressed in her little barely there red lace slut clothes.

"I must say, Mr. Mayor, that you have exquisite taste in females, so ripe and juicy this one is."

He stepped between her legs and rubbed her back down with special oil. She tensed up; perhaps she thought that he would rape her.

"Oh, no, my sweet juicy little toy, I would never rape a female; to me, that is the ultimate sin. Given the current circumstance, it is a bit twisted, but it is what it is."

He rubbed the Oil of the Flame all over her body; just as he was doing the bottom of her feet, her body started to move within the confines, and he could tell by the silent scream that it was beginning to work.

The Oil of the Flame came from ancient Greece. It very slowly burns off all of your skin. It takes two days, maybe a little more. He left her breasts, sex, and her head alone.

He had always wanted to use it but never had the circumstances to do so. He was very interested in seeing the results.

Then he turned his attention to the honored guest, the mayor of poodunkvill. He had him strung up from the rafters; his feet were shackled to hooks in the floor he was spread eagle.

Still holding the pot of Oil in his hand, he waved it in front of the mayor's face.

"Do you know where I am going to rub it on you? Just so you know, I don't swing that way, but since you are all tied up, I guess I don't have a choice."

Looking down...

"Well, Well, Mr. Mayor, you kinky devil, you liked watching me rub your juicy secretary, didn't you?"

He gently rubbed the oil on the Mayors Penis, Testicles, and Anus. Instantly he began to move and try to get loose, opening his mouth in a silent roaring scream. So forceful was his silent cry that you could hear the air hissing from his lungs.

Turning back to the wife, he smiled at her; he lit a joint and held it to her lips. Without hesitation, she took a significant long drag and let it out. He continued to do that for her till the joint was gone.

Licking her neck and even nibbled her ear before he sunk his teeth in deep and took his fill of her drug-laced blood. He whispered in her ear...

"Now, my favorite little toy, I will leave you to enjoy the pain and anguish of your cheating husband and his sluttly secretary. It is my gift to you; enjoy."

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Cory watched as this man came into view. He tilted the table up, and there was his wife, Susan. He watched as the man went over to the table, and that was when he saw his lovely secretary spread out naked.

He couldn't help it. The scene gave him an erection. He tried to get it to go down, but the harder he watched, the harder it got.

Looking over at his wife, he could see her look of hatred and disgust on her face. He could also see her pain at his betrayal. He could not blame her. This isn't the way he wanted her to find out.

Kimberly started to move. It wasn't much, but it was enough that he could tell that something terrible was happening to her; her face was all contorted in pain.

He tried to move to do anything, but he couldn't even speak. Nothing came out when he tried to talk. He could make this creep a deal. He had money, well it was the town's money, but it didn't matter. He could do nothing but hang there in silent dread.

Watching the creep walk over to him with that evil grin on his face with that pot in his hand.

Not being able to hear what he said, he concentrated on that pot of Oil. When the creep rubbed it on his junk and his anus, he felt a warm tingling sensation, and then it ramped up into an intense burn that never stopped.

He was screaming, but no sound was coming out. In his pain, he watched as the creep walked over to his wife and lit a joint. The bastard then held it to Susan's lips as she took a long drag. They did this till it was gone.

She smiled at him with satisfaction. It was the satisfaction that she knew she would die, but at least she would get to watch him go first.

Then just before he passed out from the pain, he saw that creep licking his wife's neck and nibble her ear, and then perhaps it was just the pain, but he could have sworn that he saw fangs as he bit down on her neck.

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She watched as he started to writhe in pain, and though she was in the same situation and would surely die, she took great comfort that her bastard husband would go first and that she got to watch his pain.

That Cheating Bastard.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness and drug take her away for a while. In truth, when he bit her, she didn't feel any pain, only a weird kind of pleasure.

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Sheriff Brad Thompson was a little miffed about why the Mayor didn't want him to involve the state police or the FBI.

It probably had to do with his, not so secret affair with his secretary. Everyone in town knew about it; the only one who didn't was the Mayor's wife.

Perhaps he was doing more than just fucking his secretary; Brad wasn't interested in that; he had a serial killer to catch right now. He was going to call his buddy in the FBI anyway. This will get out of hand if he doesn't get more men soon.

In the morning, he was going to the Mayor's place and telling him that he had called the FBI and that the Mayor would just have to deal with it. If the Mayor was doing something illegal, then it was his problem.

Brad didn't like the feeling in his gut; it told him that more bodies would be found before it was all over.

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Judith Lucas was furious; she went shopping this morning and found out that all her credit cards had holds on them. She then went to the ATM, and her bank card wouldn't work either.

Calling her husband and getting impatient because he didn't pick up right away. That miserable prick was always trying to make her life hell.

Finally, Nicholas answered her call.

"Hello, my Dear. Is there something wrong?"

She paused for a moment. His tone of voice wasn't the same as it always was. Usually, he was bored. This time he seemed amused.

"You wouldn't happen to know why I can't use my credit cards or access our bank account?"

"Yes, I do, my dear."

"Oh, why can't I then? Is there something wrong did we get hacked or something?"

"Nope."

She paused again; why was he this way? It was as if he was a fat cat with all the cream. What was he up to?

"Well, Nicholas, are you going to tell me, or are we going to play twenty questions?"

"You see, my dear Judy, all your accounts are frozen and will no longer be accessible for you to do as you please. From now on, you have to get my approval if you want to spend money, and I am going to want to know what it is for before I agree."

She was stunned into silence. Her blood was boiling, and she wanted to scratch his eyes out of his face.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME, YOU BASTARD!!! I AM YOUR WIFE. I HAVE A SAY ON WHAT I BUY, AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I DO WITH MY MONEY!!"

"My dear Judith, you are very wrong; you married into money, not the other way around. The money is legally mine, and I have done what I want to do with it. You are cut off."

Judith kept slamming the off button on her phone; she did it so hard that the phone's screen broke in half.

She would have to push her plans ahead of schedule and rush around packing. She got out her backup phone and called the girls to be ready by morning. If her bastard husband won't give her any more money, perhaps her son will.

She needed more elixer. She needs it every four days; now, she is afraid she wouldn't do well without the money. She was going to have to get the money one way or another.

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Alex Mitchel was on his way to see his friend Noah; He had found all kinds of things about the past and the present. None of which were good. He had to tell Noah that he was walking into a shit storm.

Noah had asked him to do some digging, and he did just that, not realizing what he would find in the old records and what he found out about who was behind it all. He was not happy to be involved in it. Still, Noah was a friend, and that trumped any danger.

Alex also had to tell him something disturbing about his mother and friends. It wasn't something he wanted to just text to him. This sort of nightmare had to be talked about in person.

He was also aware that there was an old master Vampire in that town, along with possibly a crazy Killer Vampire rogue. The fucking Ghost. That guy was supposed to be dead.

Well, as dead as a vampire could be anyway.