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  The S.N. Killer

  - A Novel Written by –

  Shameek A. Speight

  The S.N Killer

  Copyright © 2012 by Shameek A. Speight

  ISBN-13:978-1470065881

  ISBN-10:14470065886

  Email: [email protected]

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

  Cover design/Graphics: www.mariondesigns.com

  Editor: Kelly Klem and Shawnna Robinson

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  Acknowledgments:

  It has only been the power of God, my lord and savior Jesus Christ that I have been able to persevere through many of the trials I’ve been dealt in my life. I thank him for giving me the strength to move on.

  To my beloved sisters, thank you for believing in me. To my mother, I love you very much. To my aunt, I love you thank you for the support. To my daughter, Niomi, I do all this for you baby.

  To Kelly Klem, my best friend, a new year and another novel completed, you are the best I couldn’t have done this without you. To Shawnna Robinson you're always there for me when I need you, no matter how much I push you. I'm truly blessed to have such a friend in my life. I have nothing but love for you. To all the men and women locked up, keep your head up and keep the faith. There will be a brighter day. To Antonie Inch Thomas, what can I say; you taught me the book game and held me down when I was trapped up. I wouldn’t know what I know now without you, thank you. To all the fans/readers, bookstores and street vendors that buy my books, thank you for your love and support, as long as you keep reading I'll keep writing.

  THE S.N. KILLER

  April looked her lover in his eyes and let out a slight moan from the sensual act she was receiving with each stroke.

  "Shit." She squirmed as she clenched her teeth as her juices flowed out of her wet box and on to the bed sheets.

  Her lover stroked even faster and harder. She screamed in ecstasy as she licked her lover's neck letting her tongue travel slowly to his lips. Their eyes locked on each other and April realized he really didn’t look anything like his profile picture on the website called My Face.

  After chatting with him for months online with all the sweet words he messaged to her and the comments he left on her pictures, April didn’t care. She wanted to meet this man in person. Her pussy would just throb with the thought of his words alone and to finally have him inside her was a fantasy that finally came true.

  She closed her eyes with a smile on her face. And the moment of feeling his hard dick, stroking her inner walls sent a jolt of sweet sensation throughout her body.

  "Ahhhh Ahhhh!" April screamed as she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

  She turned her head to see her lover pulling out a syringe from the side of her neck. The tip of the needle was now dripping with her blood and green liquid.

  "Why? Why?" April whispered as her world went black as she passed out losing consciousness.

  Her lover wasted no time. He pulled his hard dick out of her and put on his jeans. He walked into April's kitchen opening a cabinet under the sink and took out a frying pan along with some corn oil. He poured the corn oil into the pan and set the fire on the stove on high. He walked to the front door of April’s apartment where he left his book bag in the corner. He picked up the book bag and walked over to April on the bed and opened it removing duct tape and handcuffs. He began to wrap her feet up together with the duct tape then handcuffs her hands to the headboard of the bed above her head and placed a gag ball that had straps on it inside her mouth.

  He tightened the straps and ties it behind her head. Once he was satisfied with his work, he walked back to the foot of the bed where his book bag was and slowly removed four different types and sizes of knives. A thin sharp three inch knife, a thick four inch knife, a six inch double blade and last a chrome meat cleaver.

  He walked to the side of the bed and let his hands roam her beautiful brown skin complexion body. He touched her face softly and gently then let his hands travel down her naked body to her thighs. He squeezed her thigh a little while holding the knife with his right hand. He stuck the thin three inch knife into her thigh. April's body jumped, but the drug he gave her kept her unconscious.

  He began to slice a thin wedge of her thigh off as the blood gushed and went flying around the room as a huge hole opened up on her thigh. He smiled as he looked at the white meat where he cut making it turn red. He sliced more meat off her thigh, then from the side of her leg and then the back of her leg.

  He took the pieces of flesh that he had cut off of April's leg and placed them in the sink turning on the water to rinse off the fresh cut meat. He pulled out a small bottle of Goya Adobo, an all-purpose seasoning, a bottle of Lawry’s Seasoning Salt, a bottle of Garlic Powder and last a pack of Sazon Goya. Then took a metal bowl out of April’s cabinet and placed the pieces of flesh in it and began to season it.

  Once satisfied with the flavoring, he placed one big piece and two small sized pieces into the hot frying pan with the oil bubbling. He begins to hum a tune as he put some rice in a pot on the stove. He looked in April's freezer and found some chopped broccoli and put it into a pot with a little bit of butter and water. He flipped the thick pieces of meat over in the frying pan making sure they were cooked even on both sides. He licked his lips intoxicated with the smell then grabbed a plate and put some rice and broccoli on it and added cheese to the broccoli. Last he placed the cooked pieces of flesh on the plate as well. He lifts the plate up and smelled it with a smile. With his plate he walked back into the bedroom and pulled a chair up next to April's bed. He used a knife and fork and he cuts into the now cooked meat and eats it.

  "Mmmm." He hummed with each bite that he took.

  April could smell food cooking in the air as she was regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes and tried to move only to realize she was handcuffed and duct taped up. An agonizing pain shot through her whole body.

  "Ahhhh!" she tried to scream, but the gag ball was in her mouth that made her screams come out muffled.

  Tears streamed down her face as she wiggled and struggled to break free.

  April stopped moving and lifted up her head to see a man sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed eating a plate of food.

  "Who are….?" She mumbled.

  At that moment it all came back to her. The man at the foot of her bed was her My Face chat buddy that she had been talking on the internet with for six months. Today was the first night they finally got to meet face to face and live out all their sexual fantasies they always chatted about.

  'I knew something was wrong. He didn’t look anything like his profile picture. I was a fool so trapped up in his sweet words.' April thought to herself as she cried uncontrollably.

  Then she looked at the huge holes and chunks of flesh cut out of her right leg and all around it. She panicked as the pain shot through her body.

  "Why? Why?" She mumbled through the gag ball as she realized he was sitting there eating h
er thigh.

  He put down the plate and wiped his lips and his chin with the back of his hands and walked over to her.

  “Why? It's simple. We had two different fantasies and you fulfilled mine.

  You taste as sweet as I thought you would and as good as you looked April." He said as he grabbed her left thigh.

  "I think I'm going to take some of you home with me and save some of your sweetness for later." He said as he picked up a knife at the foot of the bed and began cutting into the flesh of her left leg. He removed large chunks of pieces of meat from it.

  April screamed and wiggled in excruciating pain with each cut he made.

  She cried hysterically and felt as if she wanted to pass out from the pain. April tried to beg him to stop with her eye contact.

  He picked up the large pieces of flesh he cut from her thigh and opened his book bag and pulls out a few clear Ziploc Baggie and stuffs the pieces inside them.

  He zipped the baggies up and placed them in his book bag.

  "Shhhh!" He said as he stroked her hair and kissed her on her forehead.

  April's eyes opened up wide as she felt a sharp blade slice into her neck cutting it from ear to ear. She gasped for air as she choked on her own blood and looks in her new lover's eyes with her eyes still asking why as the blood gushed out of her neck.

  Her last thought before she died was, 'God no!'

  He smiled and went to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of bleach and cleaned everything he had touched in the apartment. Once he finished, he grabbed his book bag and left the apartment and walked out into the night sky and the fresh cool air.

  Chapter 2

  Detective Lauren Pitman and her partner, Alexis Lovett, walked up to the crime scene that was full of uniformed police officer's and the forensic science lab that blocked the apartment off looking for evidence and clues to the homicide crime.

  Detective Lauren had long red hair that flowed down to her shoulders with plump juicy lips and deep dark blue eyes with a brown tan skin complexion, and her body shape was curved like an hour glass. She was thick in the thighs and an ass that looked like it belonged to a black woman. Her partner, Detective Alexis Lovett, had a honey brown skin complexion with long chestnut colored hair weave that came down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a dark green that she inherited from her father and a face of an angel. She had a body that most women wish they had and the icing on her was that voluptuous ass you only see in the magazine. Everything about Alexis Lovett glowed and screamed sex appeal and sexy goddess.

  Both women were in their early thirties and more than attractive. What made their jobs even harder were men in the police force that didn’t want to take them seriously, but they earned their respect due to their high profile arrests over the years.

  "What are you two doing here? This is a homicide not one of your internet murders." A tall skinny Detective with blonde hair wearing a gray suit said to them. His concern caused the other officers in the room to laugh.

  "Listen, Detective Tyler, this is our case. And as you like to joke and laugh, this is one of those internet homicides. The same kind of homicide that got my partner and me more arrests than anyone in this room and yourself in your whole fucking career." Detective Alexis said with an attitude and then rolls her eyes.

  "Well, how the hell could this be one of your internet homicides when clearly the victim had been tied up, beaten, raped and then stabbed to death?"

  Detective Tyler asked with his face balled up that turned bright red.

  "Well, smart ass, my forensic science officer, Lynise, is on the victim's computer as we speak and she had texted me the information." Detective Lauren stated as she walked to the corner of the living room where April's computer was sitting on a desk.

  Behind the computer, Lynise was sitting in the chair, a young woman in her early twenties with a dark skin complexion, the color of a sweet chocolate, with a box braided weave in her hair that flowed to her shoulders, and Gucci glasses on her face.

  "Okay Lynise, pull up the files you got so far." Detective Lauren said.

  "Okay, so far we got an old IM from a man whose screen name is Myheartlesslife. The IM said he was coming to meet our victim, April, three days ago at eight o'clock p.m. From what I see, they have been chatting for six months and about three days ago was their first time meeting. When I use his email address to pull up his My Face profile, it's been deleted." Lynise said.

  "So with that information alone, Mr. Tyler, this case is now me and my partners. So I guess this discussion is over with." Detective Alexis said sarcastically.

  Detective Tyler grabbed his partner and stormed out of the apartment mumbling under his breath.

  "Look at this, Alexis; I think it’s the same killer we've been tracking for nine months now. Look at the huge cuts in her thighs and pieces of flesh missing."

  Lauren said.

  Alexis looked at April's legs and the deep cut on her neck. She noticed a plate on the chair next to the bed that had left over rice and broccoli with a small piece of meat on it.

  "One guess, I would say I know where the cut pieces of her flesh from her thighs went.

  "What kind of person would eat people and to think we have one of these psychos in New York. This is the fourth victim in nine months. We need to put a fucking stop to this monster!" Alexis stated.

  "Let's head back to the precinct and wait for the final forensic report."

  Lauren responded as her and Alexis left the apartment and out the building and gets into a dark blue Dodge Charger and pulls off.

  "How the hell does he keep getting to these women?" Alexis asked as she stopped at a red light.

  "It's 2012 girl! Come on how many of us has met a dude off an online website and slept with him? I know I did, but your ass will never hear me say that out loud to anybody, but you. My Face is the easiest way to meet people and get to know them. You could set up a one night stand or build a relationship with someone. Shit that’s how I met my last man, Antonio, with his fine ass. With him the saying was so true, 'Once you go black…you never go back.' Now that young man was putting it on my ass with his chocolate muscular body. When people ask how we met, I would lie and say he just came up to me and started talking to me on the street one day and we hit it off ever since. And it was a great relationship for the six months it lasted until I caught his ass emailing and chatting with the next chick on My Face. I read his inbox messages of him telling these girls all the things he wanted to do to them. And then I would find inbox messages from them saying how they loved the way he felt inside them and how he hit it from the back.

  That's all I needed to see. What the fuck? He was lucky breaking up with him is all I did with his ass and not cut him." Lauren said as she shook her head from side to side laughing at her joke.

  "Yea you’re right because I done got my ass some good ass lovers off of My Face. Shit Kay was a bad bitch. She ate my pussy right all the time and she makes my girl I have now, look like she don’t even know what hell she's doing." Alexis responded causing Lauren to raise her left eye brow and ball up her face.

  "Whatever, I’ll stick to my dick. I get the best of both worlds. I get it licked and stuck." Lauren stated.

  "Bitch please a woman can eat pussy way better than any man. You would know that if you tried it once, but after I get my sweet box licked right I can call one of my male friends to pipe it right." Alexis responded.

  "Okay! Okay! I don’t need that picture in my head. Back to the topic at hand, it just goes to show you everybody in the world has done met someone on a social network and got it on in this world with people texting and staying online to interact with each other. I just hope we get this damn Social Network Killer before he kills anyone else and that April's body will eventually give us some kind of clues." Lauren stated.

  Chapter 3

  Across town the S.N. Killer sat at his desk typing on his computer. He had twenty different profiles set up on any social network you could think of.

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nbsp; "Mmmm!" He moaned as he looked at a profile picture of a young woman who sent him a friend request.

  He accepted her request and continued to scroll through her pictures. Her screen name was Apple and from the pictures he could tell she was a young Jamaican, who was twenty two and just had a baby. He commented on some of her pictures typing, 'very sexy Daddy likes' under one picture of Apple showing off her thick thighs and ass only wearing a thong and tank top.

  He smiled as he looked up on the left hand corner of the computer screen and could see he had five new messages. He clicked on the messages icon and it sent him straight to his inbox. There was a message from Apple and four other women he had been chatting with for a while. He clicked onto Apple's message which stated, 'Hey how are you doing hunnie? You’re very sexy I love your body.'

  The S.N. Killer grinned and clicked to reply typing, 'I’m fine just at home relaxing after a long day of work and thank you very much, with your pretty sexy yourself.' He clicked to send the message.

  In less than a second a new message from Apple came in.

  “Damn that was fast. Shit, they normally make me wait a few before replying back.” He said out loud to himself as he clicked onto Apple's new message, 'I’m happy you like what you see hunnie : ) anyway I’m bored as hell, what's your address? Maybe we can explore each other’s bodies and you can take me to heaven.'

  The S.N. Killer smiled, 'The fast ones make it way too easy and it's been three days and I'm all out of my sweet tasting April and have an itch I need to scratch.' He thought to himself as he began to type. 'Okay that sounds real good baby. I live in Harlem. I can send a cab to come pick you up. Your profile says you live in Brooklyn. Where at? And what's your real name sexy?' He typed then sent the message.

  While waiting for her to respond he sent a message out to other women asking how are they doing and how was their day. A message came in from one woman named Ana.

  Ana was in her early forties who had light skin and what most would call a red bone. She had three children her oldest being eighteen. With one look at Ana's pictures you would have sworn she was much younger. Her body was thick in all the right places. She had Chinese looking eyes and long jet black hair that she kept in a bun. She replied to his message, 'You know all the right things to say dear. I been married for twenty years and my husband don’t even ask how my day was or pay me any attention. I’m fine, had a long day at work, by the way I love the attention you give me. How are you dear?'