The Perfect Woman (3 page)

              “ You lied to me.” Poor Lisa whimpered out in pain, closing her eyes tightly refusing to look at the man she once pictured marriage with, someone she wanted to have children with, someone she could call friend and lover.

              “ Don’t say that.“ He held her hand tightly. “ You know the love we have for each other is greater than anything in this world , we were two lost souls waiting for that other half to come along. I saw what others couldn‘t.” He caressed his hand at the center of her chest. “ You have a very special heart.”

              “ Don’t kill me.” She pleaded.

              “ I’m not going to kill you,” He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, trying to calm her rattle nerves. “ I love you too much to do a thing like that.” He pulled himself away from her lust and began to strip away her clothing.

              “ Stop… just stop.“ Lisa stuttered in tears, as he pulled everything off her piece by piece.

              Once she was strip of her clothing  and lying naked on the operating table, Gerard couldn't resist running his hands over her exposed body, and pressing his warm face against her cold skin. “ You smell so sweet.” He kissed her inner thigh, before walking out of sight  into the corner, returning back shortly with a medical tray, surgeon tools, an ice box, gloves and a mask.

              “ Gerard…” Lisa could feel herself drifting to sleep, she was trying her best to talk him out of this, but he just smiled at her as she spoke.

              He walked over to her and strapped her head down to the table as well. “ What.. Why, what is..” She tried to ask why he was strapping her head down, but forming the words were beginning to become a difficult task as he had told her.

              “ I don’t want you flopping around.” He chuckled at her, as though she should know the answer to that already.

              He put on the surgeons mask and gloves. He retrieved a cloth from the pocket of his suit and shoved it down Lisa’s mouth, to keep her from biting down her tongue and to keep her screams silent, this was their night after all, he wouldn’t allow any outsiders to interfere.

              He walked to the corner of the room once more, retrieving a bottle of alcohol from a duffel bag, there laying beside it was the bloody baseball bat he used to crack her skull with. He poured the alcohol around her chest to disinfect the area he planned to do his incision. He reached over for the scalpel, only to pause to stare at a mumbling Lisa who cried out for mercy. “ Don’t worry, this will be over before you know it.” He said with a gentle smile.

              Lisa began to hyperventilate as the knife inched closer to her chest, she stared at the ceiling, hoping she would wake up from this nightmare. But the moment the sharp knife pierced into her upper chest it was clear there would be no waking up from this.

              She felt the knife pulling down on to her chest, making it‘s way to her stomach and continued to rip her apart until it reached the edge of her belly button. Lisa screamed and clawed the surgeons table with all her force, her nails cracked as she dug into the steel.

              The blood surged out of her, spewing onto the table, the air began to fill with a metallic scent that filled her nostrils. Lisa witnessed with her own eyes as Gerard used his bare hands to pull open the skin, she could hear her own flesh be torn apart. Her stomach and intestines began to bubble up to the surface, as Gerard pry opened her body, it was like watching someone trying to pry open a pit bulls mouth.

              It was at this moment as Lisa began to feel herself float away, she could see flashes of her mother walking the dog, smiling at her, waving to her to come home, reassuring her that everything would be alright. How she found solace in that smile.

              In her final seconds of life, she witnessed the man she loved pushing aside her stomach and intestines  to the floor, fighting to place the cold clamps on each side to keep her chest cavity open. She could only giggle, as Gerard looked at her with the same love he did the first time they met,  as he saw her faint beating heart. “ That’s the most beautiful thing I‘ve seen,” His eyes tearing with joy. “ We were meant for each other.”

             
“ I knew he loved me.”

CHAPTER 5

Dogs Chasing Cars

There’s a couple of things the heat will do to you, it’ll make you drink water like nobodies business, have you dazed and confused, or even have you bitching non-stop like someone‘s grandparents on a long road trip, though if you were Karen Chernetsky's neighbor, you’d probably just fuck like a dog in heat. “ Oh fuck, harder, don’t stop!”

              Karen couldn't help but burst into laughter, as her neighbor Vanessa moans poured down her ceiling, her sexual escapade was running at an all time high,  one hour five-minutes, “ papi, dejame chupa te.” Must be a world record somewhere.

              People around the apartment complex knew Vanessa was a nymphomaniac. A few lucky people got to share in the glory, Karen was one. She couldn’t say no to a woman that had the biggest breast she’d ever seen, one that loved to be tie down and wasn‘t afraid to get physical with her lovers. Karen still had the teeth marks on her left breast to prove it. An hour with Vanessa was like an hour in heaven, “ What…what do you mean you came, you son of a bitch I told you to wait!” Then there was hell.

              You had to fuck Vanessa to her pace, one wrong move and she’ll eat you and spit you out, Karen knew she ate pretty well. But she as well got the bulls horns, everything was going right until she went down on her, when she should have been fingering her, oral caused her to 'Ejaculate too quickly.' She could fill an entire novel with stories about Vanessa's bedroom antics.

              “ You told me to cum?” Her one night stand was dumbfounded, he was sharing in the misery they had to endure. She felt sorry for the poor guy,who almost sounded like the janitor of the complex.

              “ It was in the heat of the moment, I thought you fucking knew, for fuck sake, is this your first time fucking? How fucking stupid are you, Karen, Karen!” Vanessa thumped her foot on the floor, trying to get Karen's attention. “ Do you want to finish me up!?”

              Karen couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably, that woman never ceased to amaze her. “ Maybe next time, sweetie !” She yelled back, she would have heard every word. The walls were paper thin, it saved them the need of calling each other on their cell phones.

              “ What do I do now?” The one nightstand asked Vanessa.

              “ Go back to cleaning the halls, you selfish fuck! “ Karen muffled her laughter with the pillow beside her, she was sure the janitor would be joining the group of the fallen soon , which met in the basement to bitch about Vanessa at least twice a week, sharing sex stories, and kinky things she would do with her mouth.

              Karen laid in her bed, trying to fight the heat. She was almost stripped naked, only the black panties covering what was left of her exposed tattoo body, but that would go soon if the night failed to produce any coolness. She stared at her watch on the nightstand that pulsated with the time ten-thirty PM. She groaned with frustration, annoyed that she was stuck in her apartment like a kid with a curfew, when she should be out there chasing the night with Peewee, listing to their police scanners, driving down to the murder scenes, having the cops chase them out, calling them maniacs. Instead she was laying in her bedroom in the dark, listing to her neighbor getting fucked by the janitor.“ Fuck yeah, I’m sorry papi, fuck me for being a bad girl!” But that spark for the thrill was dead, ever since Jamie had walked out of their lives.

              “ You promised you would never leave.” She quietly muttered as Jamie crept into her head.

              It was fate that brought the trio together, a couple of out of luck people, all looking for a bit of spice in their life. All having that lure for the death, crime, people obsessed in wanting to know what drove the human mind to commit murder. They met in a chat room, the only three people up at two in the morning talking about a double homicide on the Jersey Turnpike, two young teens strangled to death and dumped in the middle of the road, stripped naked, their teeth removed and their blood drained.

              They kept chatting online for hours, putting together facts they were hearing over the news and online articles. They stayed in the same chat room until the morning sun. Their poor piss hourly jobs awaited them. But before logging out, Peewee who went by the user name “TheTenthDoctor” suggested they take a road trip on the weekend, he wanted to see the crime scene for himself, scout the area, find something the cops hadn‘t discovered.
“ Maybe we can solve this case“
He wrote.

              She remember how her skinned crawled, it was crazy, but it was the change in her life that she needed, that they needed. So they all agreed to meet at a diner just a block from Karen’s apartment, where you could buy the worst cup of joe in the world just for 90 cents, the taste was just wrong, but the price was just right. Then again who in N.Y goes to eat at a diner, you come to chat and gossip. The online chat rooms of N.Y, minus the lonely men trying to wag their penis on cam for you. But stay after hours and you might get lucky, if that was your thing.

              The walk to the diner was no easy feat in itself, she remember cursing all the way there, telling herself how crazy she was to trust a pair of  online strangers. She kept arguing to herself that she didn’t need online friends, she had a group of normal friends … then it hit her, she never had any friends. She knew people, she would hang out with them, talk like them, pretend to have the same interest, smiling and laughing when it called for, but even amongst them she was the sore thumb from the group. They wanted the nine to five job, a dog, a white picket fence, an oak tree, and three kids running around them, when she wanted none of that, their paradise was her nightmare. She just wanted to feel real, to forget the past, forever, leave those chapters buried. She needed people she could relate to, people who understood her, that wouldn’t cast judgment on her, she needed someone to trust before she went off the rails and became something she wasn’t. So she wasted no time in taking off to meet these two strangers.

              The day Karen came up to the diner, she passed Peewee and his old beat up Mustang, he constantly paced back and forth in the parking lot, wondering if he should go through with this, that put a smile on her face, she was glad she wasn’t the only one having doubts. She spotted him off a few blocks before coming up to the diner, his profile photo was a spitting image of the same curly head, nerdy, pencil neck kid. She let him talk among himself and walked inside.

              Jamie was sitting alone at the counter, reading her murder mystery book, by an author name “ James Harris. “ She always had the habit of scratching her head like she had lice when the tension started to get to her, there wasn’t a speck of lice in that golden hair of her, that Karen could testify too, she couldn’t say the same for Peewee’s.

              Jamie didn’t seem to even recognize her, though that was because of her leather jacket that covered her tattooed arms, but once the jacket came off they knew who she was. Her online photos were an homage to every tattoo she had gotten, each one telling a story of her life and journey.

              They all introduce themselves, made small chitchat. Karen being the little devil she was, ordered them two cups of coffee, she bragged about how this was the best cup of coffee they'd ever taste in their life, they believed the con and they were eager to drink it down the moment it sat in front of them, and drank they did, thus becoming acquainted with the worst coffee in the world. Peewee’s eyes tear up from the taste. She laughed hysterically as Jamie fought to swallow it down. Of course, they got the last laugh as she was push into doing a shot herself, as Jamie said. “ This group flies and dies together.” Words had never sounded more pure and truthful in Karen’s life. So, down it went. The taste alone was like drinking a bottle of cat piss, and the moment it made its way down your stomach, you couldn't help but scratch the side of your belly as it stung your inside. All of this made her ponder whoever was making this fresh brew of joe was a sinister bastard who was extracting revenge on some heinous crime that was done to him or her.

              They shouted and yelled like maniacs for the thirst of adventure as they ran into the parking lot and into Peewee‘s vehicle, three strangers driving in a broken down 1992 mustang with  the worn-out hot rod color, going down the Jersey Turnpike. Taking photos like tourist, pointing, laughing, having a good time. It was as if they’ve knew each other for years, long lost friends that vanished through the cracks of time, finally reunited again.

              “ How is that possible, could it be true?
”
Karen ponder as they drove. “ I don’t care, I’m living in the moment.” She mumbled to herself as the wind blew in her face. Never picturing herself to find this warmth that had eluded her for so long.

              They spent all day pouring through evidence, playing detectives, looking at all the angles, coming up with charts of all the places the victims had last been seen, even talking to random strangers who had something to say. They even began to name suspects, none if it was concrete, just three people putting together fragments of ideas and theories. Peewee had concluded that the girls had been taken by a tribe of Vampires living somewhere in New Jersey, it was the only way he could explain the draining of their blood. “ They might have wanted a drink on the way back!” He said as Jamie and Karen laughed, he pleaded his case. “ I‘m not joking, I saw this thing on Youtube where a tribe of vampires still exist.” It was an insane conclusion, but they were detectives at work, they had to run down every scenario, no matter how Transylvania it got.