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    Genesis: Chapter 5

     

    Shane the name rolled off his tongue.  I want you to know that I dont lie he smiled and leaned into Shanes face.  I said I was going to release the shackles, and I am, but if you try to run only you will feel pain.  So I suggest you dont try anything.  He watched as the kid nodded, and almost let out a loud laugh at the knowledge of what he knew would transpire next.  He felt himself get harder, at the thought.  Slowly he released the shackles from Shanes arm, who promptly took off toward the door.  He grinned and watched as she reached the *****. 

     

    *****  Shane felt something stink her hand as she touched the ***** of the door.  She quickly pulled her hand away, and looked at the needle that had just been in her flesh.  She felt the room spinning, and looked back at K, who was grinning wickedly.  Her body gave out and the darkness enveloped her before she even hit the ground.

     

    K smiled at the falling boy, so typical  He picked up the limp body, and placed him back onto the table.  He shackled Shane again, and climbed on top of the unconscious body.  He always marked his victims, and from under the table he pulled out the needle and ink, and began on his task.  He pulled out her left wrist and began tattooing the letter K on it.  He had marked the last three of his victims this way, and had become quite popular with the media and the police.  Know as the K serial killer, he had at least twelve runaway boys throughout the Pacific coast, all found near the beach in a tied blue garbage bag, although the tattoo was a new addition.  After he finished his work he dropped his tools off the table, he needed his release.

     

     He quickly placed his knees on either side of the boys chest.  He looked down at the beautifully square jaw, and he let his fingers trace the boys ample lips.  He licked his own lips, as he began to face ***** the unconscious kid.  He came like clockwork, the boys stirring body began to choke against the thrusting, and he was done and off of him before the fog had completely lifted.  He had timed everything perfectly. 

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