Her heels clicked into the night as she walked on the poorly illuminated street. Her elegant burgundy dress caught the eyes of the few motorists that drove past her , a few had even flicked their lights for her and honked there horns. None of them caught the slight smirk she gave as she continued her walk. Her high cheekbones and siren like eyes made her seem as if she was on a runway and not 45th Street. She hummed softly to herself, looking at the short distance she had left to her apartment.
She never saw the guy trailing her. She never saw his smile and more importantly, his knife he already had flicked at his side. She slowed down when a cat ran across jer path , he sped up. "This bitch is gonna get lucky tonight", he said to himself. He watched her ass in the dress, shaped almost like a pear, her narrow hips accentuating them. Her backless dress that revealed a flawless back with a slight hint at a tattoo on her left shoulder . Her pricey purse that he was after was clutched in her hands at her front. But he barely remembered that he wanted that. He was mesmerized ,almost drooling for her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to make her clean , flawless skin and body feel his filthy one, grinning because he knew he hadnt showered in two whole weeks. He was almost directly behind her. She slowed down as she looked at a mother and baby having a screaming match that had almost no real words. He grabbed her dress and put the knife fluidly across her neck. "Come with me girly",he grumbled. The goosebumps on her back showed, he felt her body tense up. Ice cold , her body was cold . " Please dont", she whispered, and even her voice was beautiful, soft and dreamy . "I dont have much mister, please", she whimpered. He guided her to the next alley. " I'll take your purse", he said softly, then he chuckled,"and then you're gonna open your legs for me".
She looked at him in horror. "No!", she cried, " Please don't hurt me..just take my purse!"
She struggled frantically,her petite body squirmed in his tight grip." Be quiet ,bitch",he warned. He ripped at her dress, the low cut backless dress strained. He tugged again, but this time she stepped back into him,her high heels piercing his foot. "Ahh! You bitch!", he screamed.
He heard laughter,but not the whiny voice that cried for mercy, a deeper, menacing one. "You little worm", the voice hissed. He swung his knife wildly, the tears blurring his vision. He sliced her neck. Crimson blood sprayed from it,but instead of falling, she pulled her heel from his foot and spun around, lightning fast. He gasped in his own fear this time. Her eyes were pure black,not an ounce of white in them,her butchered neck showed showed blackened veins, and the slice was already healing, as if it was a paper cut. "You ruined my dress", she growled, her voice sounded as if she echoed off a hall. Transcendent. Powerful. "You fucked up my little walk, and you wanna stick your rotten ,little dick in me!" she hissed,"Me !". He backed away. She reached out, lightning fast again, and grabbed him by his groin, her grip suddenly vice-like. She squeezed. He screamed in agony, he felt it. Red-hot . Pain. She squeezed harder. He threw up. His stomach turned to nothing , not even realizing he just shat himself. He could no longer feel his groin. She pulled him closer. "Now whose a bitch?"she mocked, "Bitch." She crushed it. Her screamed in absolute pain. The last thing he saw was her palm
He never felt the slap. He never felt his crushed groin. Ever again.
The next day some pedestrians who were on the way to work smelt something foul in the alley. When one had gathered the courage to check it out , he found a headless body laying on the ground , flies and maggots already having their full. He found a decapitated head a few feet away from the body. He threw his guts up.
When the police arrived comma they found the body of Thomas Fuller ,a pickpocket who had also been charged with rape before ,but had never been caught. He was decapitated , but the medical examiner and crime scene unit both came to one chilling conclusion,his head wasn't cut clean off, it was ripped from his body, after he had been tortured. His groin was turned to a bloody mush. "Either something powerful ripped his head off, as per the rugged ends of his neck",the medical examiner said, "Or he's been hit with something at a 100 miles an hour."
A few feet away, a detective pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and waited for a few rings. "Hello Detective ", a friendly voice said at the other end. "Dan", the cop said,"It's happened again",he started,his voice almost squeaky in fear , " The way the body is. It's like the devil himself was here."
A pause. The other voice said,"Send me everything. All the details. Now!"