Saint and a Sinner
Copyright© 2005 by Daniellekitten
Chapter 34
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34 - Novel size story of a serial killer who terrorizes a small community and the detective and sheriff's deputy who hunt him.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Violence
Roger skidded to a stop, with Stephanie one step behind. She almost hit him before she could catch her balance.
"Drop the guns." He pushed the knife in further. "Do it. NOW!"
"Scott, you know I can't do that. Why don't you relax a little on the knife and we can discuss what you want?" Roger's voice was soft toned but not condescending.
"Quit with the fucking psychology shit. Drop the damn guns or she dies."
"She dies, Scott, you'll be going right after her." Stephanie took aim, her sights set on the spot right between his eyes.
"Do you really think I care?" He grinned, his teeth shining whitely through all the blood still flowing from his broken nose.
"Shoot him." Michelle's voice was tight with fury. "He killed Nick. Shoot the fucker."
"Nick's not dead, Michelle," Stephanie said softly, her eyes never leaving the sights she had set on Scott. "He woke up and called us, we got to him in time. He's in surgery, getting the bullet removed. You'll see him soon."
"He's not dead?"
"No," Roger said. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to look over there. He had been wondering where the other girl was, the girl that had been trapped down her with Michelle.
She slowly came into his field of vision. She was sneaking up behind Scott. He had no idea what she was going to do but she had a determined look on her face.
"Scott, what we have her is a Mexican stand off. Now, if you let Michelle go, I'll make sure you get out of here alive." He used his best work with the deviant's voice. "I promise you, I'll take you out of here myself. No one will hurt you."
"Do you really think I fucking care about your promises. They don't mean dick to me." He was screaming.
Michelle felt the knife slip a little away from her throat. As soon as he moved it enough she was going to move. Stephanie had her gun trained, sites lined up on a clean head shot, she would take it if she could get it. Michelle was going to make sure she got it.
"You stupid fucks didn't know who was doing what! You couldn't have caught me, ever!"
Come on you sick bastard, just a little further. The knife moved just a little more.
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