Just a Taste Part 4

Ch 4: The Hunt

Dylan

December 13th, 2024- Richland County Morgue- 2:27 AM

The authorities took Thomas Alan Mulberry to the Richland County Morgue, where they will hold his body for 48 hours until his next of kin claims it.

Here's the problem with that: he murdered his family almost a decade ago and ate them all in a murderous frenzy. Why do I know this? I looked into his files after beginning to work for 'The Man'.

Know thy enemy and all that bullshit.

After that incident, he disappeared without a trace, but he neglected to remove his fingerprints.

Honestly? It made tracking his body down easier, as unidentifiable bodies are sent in for processing through a federal biological identification system, which is locked up tighter than a nun's pussy. Meanwhile, the local morgue is easy as hell to infiltrate. Spoken from prior experience, of course.

There are a few security guys outside, smoking cigarettes, making dirty jokes with one another, typical guy behavior. I could rush them, smashing their skulls in like watermelons, but that's not smart or efficient.

You see, the men have body cams attached to their vests for posterity and evidence. This has been a protocol for about a year now because of various break-ins. For me, it's just a pain in the ass.

My route is well-hidden behind some bushes, yet simple: a loose, rusted ventilation cover. During my heists, all three of them, the panel is always loose and rusted to the point of crumbling if mishandled.

Thankfully, I'm an expert at this.

Slipping on my leather gloves, I crawled on my stomach toward the side of the building. Within a few seconds, I noticed something different: the bushes had been trimmed.

Fuck, did they discover the problem and fix it?

Once I reached the area, I sighed in relief. The vent cover is still loose and rusted. They must've trimmed the grounds, but neglected to properly inspect the property.

Stupid, lazy bastards.

Ever so slowly, I reached under the panel and slid it off to the side, careful not to fully remove it. That would cause too much noise. Then I crawled inside and carefully closed it back.

Briefly sifting through my memories, I recalled the correct directions leading to the cold storage area. Where I would find Mulberry, and maybe someone else to present to 'The Man'.

Two rights and one left, then I should feel the chill. Once I do, I'm supposed to go straight down. I followed these directions, and like riding a bike, I'm here.

Using my pocketknife, I undid the four screws holding the metal panel in place, my fingers freezing in the process as I lifted it. I climbed through the hole, then slid the metal back in place. As if I were never there.

Immediately, I looked around. Good, they still haven't installed cameras here. Probably decided that their 'budget' wouldn't allow it.

Crooked ass motherfuckers.

Alright, where's Mulberry located? I think to myself, scanning each freezer label. Looks like there was a car accident earlier today involving a family of four (mom, dad, son, and daughter) and a lone drunk driver.

My stomach plummeted. Those kids were young and innocent in all of this. And as much as 'The Man' loves fresh white rabbits, which these children most likely are, I refused to provide them.

Even when it was an accident and not by my hand, they died. Sweet, innocent souls like that don't deserve to be food for putrid monsters like us.

They deserve peace and justice.

Finally, I located the loathsome bastard. And, conveniently, he's in a corpse disposal bag. Perfect for ‌clean transportation. 

I unzipped the bag to assess his body, still dead, no organs visibly missing, but an autopsy was performed, judging by the scarring on his chest. 

That must've been illuminating for those poor workers, finding bits of human organs and tissue inside his stomach. I would pay to see that reaction.

To keep 'The Man' happy, I grabbed the drunk driver as well. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the accident decapitated him.

Good, 'The Man' hates facial organs. Slinging both body bags over my shoulders, I close the freezers and make my way toward the 'exit'. 

Which, in this case, is the trash chute. Yes, it's disgusting, but it's a straight shot outside that nobody inspects. Plus, the dumpster is a soft landing. Bonus points.

After making my glorious escape, I sent a text:

Objective obtained. Extra product included.

Immediately, he replied:

Perfect. You never disappoint, Diablo. That is all. For now.

News of my exploits spread quickly. As they usually do. My objective, for now, was to lie low until the next job. The problem is, I'm obsessed with that young lady Mulberry tried to kill.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her beautiful face, innocent look, and smelled her deliciously pure blood.

Turns out, her name is Isabella Montgomery, eighteen years old, and she's the only adopted daughter of Jerald Montgomery, a wealthy entrepreneur in the healthcare field. What he does is not publicly available knowledge, which is weird as hell.

Isabella, although having minimal access to her trust fund, is a scholarship student with a 4.0 GPA and barely uses the money at all. Strange, most college students would drink it all away. It seems like she's different in more ways than one.

I dressed in all black, full incognito mode, and followed her. Making sure no one noticed me doing so.

During this, I overheard her talking about a 'mysterious' man hanging around lately. Shit, I wasn't sneaky enough to avoid teenage gossip.

This isn't good. I needed to disappear.

After saying goodbye to Isabella, of course.

She's drinking coffee with a friend before leaving for the semester break. So, this might be the last time I see her. Suddenly, she got up, saying she's going to look for a book. It's the perfect opportunity for a farewell and a warning.

As she's looking around, I circled her. Carefully entering her personal space. In the shadows, I hid, hoping to get close enough to touch her one last time. She gasped, looking around with unease laced across her face.

Hm, it seems she sensed my presence.

Then, she forced herself to keep looking for her book. Good girl, ignore the darkness; it doesn't suit you.

I walked behind her, inhaling her intoxicating scent one last time, gently touching her hair as I spoke my last words to her. “Stay away from the darkness, white rabbit.”

Quickly, I disappeared behind a shelf before she turned around. As much as I'd love to fuck her savagely against these pristine shelves of knowledge and entertainment, I can't.

Because once I have just a taste of her, I won't be able to stop.

Whenever I snuck out the back, my body stiffened. I felt the animal instincts within me heightening; someone will die tonight. The question is: Who?

 9:43 PM, Dorms, Hallway Utility Closet

Until I figure out who's dying, I can't leave. Not until I ensure Isabella's safety. Once I arrived on the grounds, the smell appeared. Its musky, almost dry fragrance signaled that death was nearby.

Fuck, it's going to happen here? Where's Isabella?

Quickly, I made my way up the stairs to the dorms and positioned myself in a utility closet. Late at night, few people open them. After a few minutes, I heard idle chatter nearby.

It's Isabella and her friend!

She's convincing her to hang out in the halls until she and her boyfriend are finished having sex. How tacky.

Isabella is reluctant, but caved in to appease her friend. Oh, white rabbit, if only you knew how good it felt to punch someone in the face, feeling their facial bones cracking under your will.

I inhaled, checking to see if the victim is her; she's not. Thank fuck!

There's an argument in the hallway, two males, it sounds like, which resulted in a physical altercation. After the yelling subsided, I heard the unmistakable crash and then thud of a body going through a window.

In seconds, the stench of death filled the air. Shit, that's going to attract more predators like me.

Poking my head out the door, I noticed Isabella running to the window. Dammit, she doesn't need to see that! It was bad enough she was Mulberry's prey; this is too much.

Without hesitation, I pulled her into the closet. She was upset, understandably so, until she realized who it was. Her breathing changed from anger to fear mixed with unrestrained desire, an interesting combination, considering her position.

I tell her everything, well, not my name. She's too far in the darkness to ever go back, and I'm too close to resist her any longer.

My hands are all over her, memorizing the delicate feeling of softness, leading me to her pussy. She's fucking drenched. Mm, naughty thing's been thinking about me too.

Fueled by lust and adrenaline, I asked for consent. After all, if this is goodbye, we might as well enjoy it. Isabella nodded.

With anticipation, my dick hardened.

My lips collided with hers, rougher than intended, but oh well. She allowed my tongue inside, and oh, her saliva tastes so sweet. Like strawberry candy.

I smothered her whines as I slid my two middle fingers deep inside of her. The thin piece of flesh caused resistance at first, then I punctured it. Isabella is too lost in the sensations to even notice this change in her body.

Good, she'll discover it later, after I'm gone.

Possession took hold of my heart, as her sweet innocence belonged to me now. This should make her less of a target for predators like me. Hopefully.

Her breathing quickened as her tight walls squeezed my fingers. She's so fucking close. Matching her enthusiasm, I pumped in and out of her with ferocity, which will leave her sore later, but I don't give a fuck. Suddenly, she quivered; her legs trembling as her honey and blood coated my fingers.

Exhausted, she fainted, leaving me to deal with her.

We hid in the closet for an hour, roughly, until the crowd of onlookers was gone, and the police had scraped up what's left of that poor guy outside.

Once the coast was clear, I carried her back into the hallway and wrapped her up in her blanket. As if everything that happened was an intense, hyperrealistic dream.

I lacked that luxury because her virginal blood soaked my hand. Swallowing harshly, I debated washing it off, as I'll become addicted to its succulent taste. Then again, I won't see Isabella again after this, fate permitting.

Fuck it! I think to myself before shoving my fingers into my mouth. Holy fucking shit, Isabella tastes twice as good as my original white rabbit. Silky smooth with musky hints of lust, raspberries, and a bold aftertaste that only coffee drinkers have.

Reaching inside my boxers, I pleasured myself to the memory of Isabella Montgomery: my final white rabbit.

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