Folie a Toi
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Chapter 5
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A career serial killer has his life abruptly changed when he comes across a mysterious young woman with seemingly no past. A group of detectives and a psychologist work to unravel the extent of the perpetrators crime, and the origins of the young woman and her multiple personalities while an even greater threat looms in the background trying to remain within the shadows of his monstrous existence. Will the darkness of shared madness win out over justice?
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Crime Rough Sadistic Snuff Torture Necrophilia Cannibalism Prostitution Violence
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“Tch, I don’t know, eighteen, nineteen, somewhere around that age is when it started. I was living with some girl and she was mad about who-knows now. It really pissed me off after the day I had. I just wanted to blow off some steam and relax a little.” Jester leaned back in his chair, remembering the details of the first murder, the first blood he spilled, the first life he had taken, the first taste of that oh so intoxicating drug. “Money, pretty sure it was about money, she had been supporting us both as I took on odd jobs, looking for more stable work. The economy then was pretty bad.”
The woman was furious, she was supporting her live-in boyfriend for well over a month and money was getting tight. The stress was starting to get to her, and he, the boyfriend, showed no ambition to help out besides buying beer and cigarettes he sometimes shared with her. Playing maid, mommy, and girlfriend was not something she signed up for to begin with. It was great at first, phenomenal even, he was a real charmer and even better in bed, but charm and good sex can only get one so far in life. Eventually patience and physical desire ran out, along with all the money apparently. Well, that’s what she got for bringing home someone she met while working a pole. That’s how it always seemed to end up for her. She was getting tired of it, once he made an appearance back at the flat she would make him pack his things and leave. At this point the only thing she felt she’d miss would be that altima he would drive her to work in. It was better than her vehicle, running on three spare tires and a hail to the automobile gods.