ROCK
CREEK ADVENTUROUS TALESPART 2
ROCK
CREEK ADVENTUROUS TALES*this story contain adult themes*
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her black leather gloved hands run up and down the bloodstained knife. There is no other way for her to clean the blade before she embarks on another dark journey into the mind of another victim. How meek they all are when they are in her powerful presence. Her breathing becomes frenzied and gasping as the blood from her last victim rids itself from the knife that was used to end his life. Her gloves become soaked and stained from the cleansing of her mind.
She places the knife gently down on the table that she has been working on. She knowingly latches onto a wooden box from a shelf that rests above the table. She fumbles with the key that unlocks the wooden box as if she can't contain her excitement of a deed well done. She unlocks the wooden box and quickly scans the items contained inside. There are several sets of matching black leather gloves. However, there is one set that does not have a mate. Somewhere when her mind was not entirely with her, she had misplaced one of the gloves to the set. It doesn't matter. No one will ever find its partner. She gently takes the gloves off her hands and lays them on top of one another inside the wooden box. On top of her many sets of bloodstained gloves, one set for every victim, she gently places the cleansed knife in the box. She has washed her sins away, and all is forgiven until the next man ventures into her domain.
She shuts the lid of the box and turns the key to securely lock the box that stores her most valuable possessions. No one must find out about her secret life. No one would understand the pleasure she derives from the acts that she performs. Her victims understand. For a brief moment, they even enjoy themselves. She places the wooden box back onto the shelf. She turns away from the box and slowly walks out of the barn into a sky filled with darkness!
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