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  The S.N. Killer pulled out his cell phone and began to type and sent a text message and walked back into the closet and stood there in the dark leaving a crack in the door to look through it.

  A few minutes later, a tall dark brown skin man, stepped into the room with a cheesy smile on his face. He looked down on the bed to see the shape of a woman, covered from head to toe with a white sheet.

  "Damn baby, just looking at your shape is turning me on. I told you I'd make it here on time." He said and moved closer to the bed.

  He stopped smiling when he didn't hear her respond to him. Then his phone vibrated letting him know he had a text message. 'Now, you know the rules. You can't touch me until you get undressed and drink the glass of Moet Rose I poured for you on the nightstand then we will play.' The man smiled after reading the text message then looked back at the woman on the bed with the white sheet covering her whole body

  "Oh, you little freak. If that's how you want it its fine with me, baby." He said out loud to her and began to remove all his clothes until he was just standing in a pair of boxer briefs.

  Anna heard the man's voice and knew it was too different to be the S.N.

  Killer. It was too deep, but familiar.

  "Mmmm, hmmm!" She tried making sounds out through her mouth.

  It was hard with her own panties stuffed in her mouth and whatever drug she had been given.

  "Help, mmmm!" She tried to mumble, but her voice was weak.

  "Don't worry, baby. I'm almost done." The man said as he gulped the glass of wine.

  He poured one more and drank that one real fast. He bent down and grabbed a magnum condom out of his back pocket from his pants on the floor. His dick was hard as a rock, trying to push a way free through his boxer briefs. As he stood up straight, he felt dizzy. He looked around and the candle lit room was spinning.

  His heartbeat started to race. He sat down on the edge of the bed with one hand holding his chest in pain and breathing hard and fast.

  "Baby, I think I'm having a heart attack." He whimpered and turned around and pulled the sheet halfway down to her breast.

  His eyes opened with terror and fear mixed with confusion and knew he was in trouble as he looked at the beautiful light caramel skin woman with her eyes opened wide with panties stuffed in her mouth.

  "Anna!" He said as his body went limp and he fell sideways next to her on the bed.

  The S.N. Killer grinned and grabbed a book bag off the closet floor and stepped out of it. He unzipped the book bag and pulled out a syringe filled with an anesthetic, a meat cleaver, and a red George Foremen electric grill. He moved the Moet bottle off the nightstand and took it to the bathroom and poured it down the drain then turned on the water to rinse it all down. He walked back into the room and placed the bottle in his book bag and put the George Foremen grill on the nightstand, plugging it into the electric jack. He straightened out the man's body, which was now paralyzed.

  "What? What's going on?" He asked as he was able to mumble.

  The S.N. Killer grinned.

  "What's going on? You're a fool. You were such a hoe and a damn freak lusting over younger women. I set up a fake profile to draw you in. I'm MizzThighZ that you were dying to be with. The one you thought you would be meeting tonight and cheat on your lovely wife, Anna there. What's funny is she came to do the same thing tonight with her chat buddy, Aaron, not knowing it was me. I can understand her, but not you. You have a beautiful sexy woman and all you do is talk and message other women." The S.N. Killer laughed.

  "All those things you told me, you wanted to do to me only if you knew.

  You can never tell who's behind the picture or profile. Both of you were so busy stuck online looking for attention and love and never turned your heads to one another and look at each other!" The S.N. Killer shouted.

  Anna couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew she had recognized the man's voice that had walked in the room. But, she never thought it was her own husband. Anna's husband was so confused about everything.

  "How can this crazy ass person be MizzThighZ? Help! Help!" He screamed using all the energy he had in his body.

  The S.N. Killer dug around in his book bag and pulled out a pair of pliers and a small knife. He walked over to Anna's husband and stuck the pliers in his mouth. Once Anna's husband realized what the S.N. Killer was trying to do, he panicked and moved his tongue all around in his mouth hoping and praying the pliers wouldn't lock onto it. The S.N. Killer locked onto Anna’s husbands tongue and pulled it and stretched it.

  "Ewww, ugghh ouch!" He grumbled.

  The S.N Killer put the knife against Anna's husbands tongue and sawed back and forth. His tongue began to rip as the S.N. Killer pulled and sawed away, then he pulls the tongue out and smiled. He opened the George Foremen grill and placed it onto it. The sound of it sizzling up could be heard echoing through the room.

  "Aggg Ahhh aggg!" Anna's husband garbled in pain and tried to yell, but couldn't.

  He choked on his own blood as he tried to breathe, but couldn't. He kept pushing the blood out of his mouth with the little piece of tongue he did have left making blood run down the side of his cheeks. His tears streamed down his face as he looked from the corner of his eyes at Anna, who was laying there next to him.

  Their eyes locked and tears were coming out of her eyes so fast it soaked the sheet by her head.

  "Oh Anna, don't cry for him. Remember he chose to be here. He could have said no, I have a wife and I'm staying home, but no he thought he was going to get some young ass and sneak his butt over here. So he deserves everything he's getting. I normally don't kill men. The meat isn't as sweet tasting as a woman’s."

  The S.N. Killer said as he grabbed the meat cleaver and grabbed Anna's husband’s right thigh with his left hand squeezing it and swung the meat cleaver with all his might.

  He chopped a huge piece of his thigh off then did the same to his left leg, blood gushed and squirted everywhere. Anna's husband cried in agonizing pain.

  Anna's husband looked petrified as the S.N. Killer picked up a smaller knife and put down the meat cleaver. The S.N. Killer pulled down Anna's husband’s boxer briefs and grabbed his ball sack, then grinned and in one swift move chopped them off.

  Anna's husband’s body shook uncontrollably as blood poured out of his thighs and mouth and where his ball sack use to be. The S.N. Killer ripped and tore away the skin off the two balls only leaving him with two small balls, the size of buttons on a coat, in his hand. He quickly opened the George Foremen grill to see the tongue almost done with grill marks on them. He dropped the two balls onto the grill and shut it.

  "I'm running out of time. So I have to get this over with fast, Anna." He said as he picked up the meat cleaver and swung hard chopping a big cut into Anna's husband’s neck opening up a giant wound.

  ‘Now, it’s her turn.’ The voice in the S.N. Killer's head said.

  "No! I told you. I don't want to harm her!" He shouted back to the voice in his head.

  ‘We don't have time for this. She's just like the rest of them fuckers. They all let technology suck them in and control their way of life, all they do is stay online all damn day, reading people's statuses and flirting. They wake up checking their emails and logs into their My Face account or blackberry messages or other chats and twits. I say their all victims for us to devour!’ The voice shouted back.

  "No, I don't care what we do to the rest of them. I don't want to hurt Anna."

  The S.N. Killer replied through clenched teeth talking to the voice in his head.

  ‘She's seen our face. There's one thing you can do. You have to at least take one sweet piece of her. We can't let that good looking meat pass us by. Now hurry, we're running out of time.’ The voice in his head replied.

  "Yes, you’re right." The S.N. Killer said.

  "I'm sorry for this, Anna." He said as he pulled out a new syringe from his book bag.

  "I put a special anesthetic in the liquor that paralyzed you a
nd your husband from the neck down for four hours, but you can feel everything. What I have in my hand is the same anesthetic. I don't want to kill you because I really do feel sorry for you. So, when I push this drug in to your veins, it will overload your body because you have more than three times the limit of your body weight and it will put you in a medical coma. You may wake up in a few months from now, in a year, or worse in four years. When you do wake up, you won't remember a thing.

  Don't even try to tell what happened here tonight. If you do open your mouth, I'll eat your fucking heart and you will never see it coming." He said through clenched teeth and stuck the needle into a vein in Anna's neck.

  The drug had rushed through her veins and body's system. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her world went dark as she was now trapped in her own body able to hear everything, feel everything, but couldn't control her body, not even open her eyes, induced in a coma for an unknown period of time. The S.N.

  Killer smirked as he squeezed Anna's left leg where she had a Tweety Bird tattoo colored in with yellow ink. He picked up the meat cleaver and chopped off a huge piece of meat including the tattoo off of Anna's thigh. The S.N. Killer quickly pulled out a zip lock bag from his book bag and stuffed Anna's flesh into it and then in his book bag.

  Lauren's heart raced. She couldn't believe the things she was witnessing with her own eyes. This was more than a nightmare she could feel everything the S.N. Killer did but was helpless to do anything. She closed her eyes over and over and tried to wake up but it was no use. It was as if she was living through his eyes.

  She noticed the white latex gloves he had on his hands open the George Foremen grill and grabbed one of the testicles and tossed it into her mouth.

  "Ewww!" Lauren screamed because as he chewed she tasted it as it popped in his mouth releasing slimly, sludgy stuff from inside.

  He grabbed the next testicle and tossed it into his mouth.

  "Mmmm, juicy, not as sweet as a part from a woman but yet still good."

  He grabbed the tongue that was now fully grilled on both sides. He bites into it and pulled tearing it then chewed and swallowed while grabbing the George Foremen grill and unplugs it and puts it in the book bag.

  "Bye Anna, I'll see you whenever you wake up dear." He said with a smirk on his face.

  He pulled the hat he had on to lower it on his head to cover his face and stepped out of the hotel room. While walking down the hallway, he removed the latex gloves on his hands and put them into his back pocket and took the stairs to the lobby. The whole time he was taking small bites of the tongue in his hand as he left the lobby of the hotel and disappeared into the night.

  Chapter 11

  “Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Wake up! Wake up!” Lauren screamed as loud as she could while shaking her head from side to side.

  When she opened her eyes, she could see her steering wheel to her Dodge Charger. She looked around and realized she was in her car and her body was soaking in a cold sweat.

  "Detective, Detective, are you alright?" Two uniformed police officers shouted as one of them opened the driver side door of her car.

  Lauren looked around and realized she was in the precinct parking lot where she first felt her head hurting with a throbbing pain and the nightmare had started.

  She looked at her watch on her wrist that read 9:45 p.m. 'I've been passed out for an hour and forty-five minutes.' She thought to herself.

  “Detective Pitman, are you okay? You were screaming." The uniformed police officer asked bringing Lauren back to reality.

  "Yeah, I'm okay. Thought I seen a rat in my car or something. You know how these Harlem streets are." Lauren said lying.

  "Yeah, you're right, detective. I've seen one the size of a fat cat the other day, almost drew my weapon and put a slug in it. Anyway, have a nice night and be safe." The uniformed officer said as he walked off with his partner.

  "You guys be safe too." Lauren replied. She got out of her car and walked into the precinct with so many thoughts on her mind. She waved to a few officers as she clocked in on her time card then made her way to her private office. She walked in and saw Alexis with a girl that looked to be no older than sixteen with her mother sitting right next to her.

  "So Victoria, what you are telling me is that you and your two friends, Destiny and Shonda started talking to a man on Twitts and his screen name is Young Bossez?" Alexis said to the girl she was interviewing.

  "Yes, that's right. He asked me and my friends to come to his house to chill and get high with him. I got caught trying to sneak out by my mother, but my friends went there without me and have been gone for three days now. Their parents filled out a missing person report but my mother said I should come and talk to you because y'all have a way to track emails or something." Victoria said.

  "Yes, we can. Come over here and look at this picture. Is that him? I put a search on Twitts and a few men came up with the screen name Young Bossez."

  Lynise said.

  Victoria got up and walked over to Lynise who was sitting at her desk on the computer looking at different profiles. Alexis looked up to see Lauren standing by the office doorway with a blank look on her face.

  "Excuse me." Alexis said to Victoria's mother and gets up from her desk and walks over to Lauren.

  "Hey, what's up girl? Your ass is never late, not even if you were sick or getting some good dick. You would call out first before you’re late." Alexis said in a tone that only Lauren could hear.

  Lauren's mind was gone. She continued to replay everything she seen in her nightmare, over and over. She remembered being able to see the precinct when the S.N. Killer in her dream left the hotel.

  "Alexis, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I don't even believe it myself. I keep having these nightmares about our suspect, not just nightmares about him more like I'm trapped in his body and can see whatever he sees, whatever he feels, and whatever he tastes. I can still taste the last thing he ate in my dream girl." Lauren responded with a facial expression of concern.

  "Girl, you just been working too hard. We both have. Wait until I tell you what I caught my damn daughter and her friends doing this morning in my house."

  Alexis replied.

  "No Alexis, I think I need to go to the doctor for a checkup. It's worse than what I'm telling you, but I need you to come with me right now." Lauren said.

  "It has to wait. I have another case we have to work on with two missing teenagers and Lynise gave me the report and filled me in on that Apple woman, and how she might be another victim of our suspect. I found out our suspect's name. It's R.J. Medford. He's twenty five years old and lives at 131 Lenox Avenue." Lynise said out loud.

  Victoria had pointed to his profile picture and a second later Lynise had all his information at her fingertips.

  "Okay, good work, Lynise. Print out his picture and address. Lauren and I are going to pay him a visit and ask him a few questions. Let's see if he's going to lie about knowing where these missing girls are and their where about." Alexis said.

  "Alexis, don't make me flip. Fucking come with me now. If I'm wrong about my feelings then great and we head straight to the next suspect's place."

  Lauren said looking Alexis in her eyes.

  "Okay partner." Alexis said grabbing the freshly printed picture and information of their new suspect.

  "Miss Westbur and Victoria, me and my partner are going to look into this man now. So, don't worry. Lynise will answer any other questions you may have and take down any other details you may remember. Thank you." Alexis said.

  "No, thank you." Miss Westbur and Victoria said simultaneously as Alexis and Lauren walks out of the private office and out the precinct and into the parking lot.

  Alexis walked straight to the Dodge Charger and was getting ready to hop in until Lauren stopped her.

  "We're not going to need that just yet."

  "Why?" Alexis asked.

  "Because we’re going there." Lauren said pointing to a building across the
street from the precinct.

  "We're going to the Aloft hotel?"

  "But why?" Alexis asked.

  "Remember, I told you about my nightmares I keep having? Well, one of them took place there. I think and I have to check it out." Lauren replied.

  "You're making me check up on a hunch because of a dream, Lauren?"

  Alexis responded.

  "Just please, bear with me. If I'm tripping, then even all the better my friend, but I need you to have my back, okay?" Lauren asked.

  "Okay Lauren, you’re my girl, best friend, and partner, so I'll always have your back even if I think you’re losing your mind." Alexis replied as her and Lauren walked across the street to the hotel.

  Lauren opened the door and walked in with Alexis by her side and made their way to the clerk at the front desk.

  The young clerk looked at Lauren and smiled.

  "May I help you?"

  Lauren and Alexis pulled out there badges.

  "I'm Detective Lauren Pitman and this is my partner Alexis Lovett. We're from the 23rd precinct. Do you have a room 402? We got a call about a disturbance from that room number." Lauren stated.

  "Yes, we do. Hold on and let me look up who the room is signed out to. It said it's reserved to a Mr. Stewart." The clerk said.

  "Ok, we need to go check up on that guest. If everything is fine and I'm sure it is. We will be on our way." Alexis replied.

  "Oh okay, not a problem." The clerk said and called over another worker to fill in her spot.

  "Just follow me." She said as Alexis and Lauren followed her to the elevator and rode it to the fourth floor.

  Flashbacks of every little detail of the daydream played in Lauren's mind.

  She had seen all of this before in her dreams and found it crazy because she never entered the hotel before just now. The feeling of the devil took over her body.

  The clerk knocked on the door.

  "Hi, this is the hotel clerk. I need to know if you’re okay in there!" She shouted then waited and got no answer.

  Alexis then knocked on the door real hard.

  "This is Detective Lovett. Open the door, now!" She shouted with a demanding demeanor. Still there was no answer.