Randy and Walter: Killers by Tristan Slaughter Page A

This guy either hated Randy or he just didn’t care either way. For some reason, Randy had the feeling that all of this was just fun for Walter.
    He drove out of the parking lot of the theater, speeding down the road and away from the horror of it all. Randy smiled; he had what he wanted. With a glimmer in his eyes, he looked into the rearview mirror at the two shaking girls. If anyone was going to ruin their perfect bodies it was going to be him.
    With a smile on his face he couldn’t wipe off if he wanted to, he drove home with his two new charges, who were still holding each other and crying softly in the backseat.
     
    I t was nice and dark when Randy pulled into his driveway. The neighbor’s lights were off so everyone around him was in bed with no troubles or nightmares to plague their sleep. One of the girls finally began to speak, “Where are we?”
    Randy turned and looked back at them, smiling as he said, “Safe. Don’t worry, he won’t find us here.”
    The two looked at each other in worry. Randy kept on, “Don’t worry, I want to help you.”
    He got out of the car and they followed closely behind him as he walked onto the porch. He opened the front door and held it open for them. They silently and slowly walked inside. He fo l lowed them, closing the front door as he did so. Their backs were facing him, giving him the perfect chance. He grabbed the closest thing to him which happened to be a ceramic vase on the small table by the door. He gripped it tightly and quickly ran up behind the twins. 
    He brought the vase up and then down upon the first girl’s head with a loud crash. The vase broke into a dozen pieces and fell to the floor, as did the girl’s body. The other girl turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fright. He grabbed her tightly by her waist and said, “If you want you and your sister to live, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
    She started crying again, realizing she’d been tricked. Her head nodded okay as she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.
    Randy smiled and led her into his bedroom. “Strip and lie down.”
    She did as she was told, crying all the while. Her hands lifted her shirt off, revealing pure, silky smooth skin. She wore a black bra.
    “Take it off,” he told her while licking his lips.
    Once again, she followed his command. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. The straps slid down her arms and she dropped it to the floor. He heard the footsteps coming up behind him. He turned quickly and caught the other twin by the throat. The half naked one started to run at him as well. He easily grabbed her by the throat, too.
    He turned around, holding them both in his hands like a pair of boo k ends, and then he threw them to the floor while laughing.
    “We can do this easy or we can make it hard. Just do as I say and you can leave when it’s over.”
    The twins’ confidence was gone, the fight had left them. Fear gripped them in its icy grasp. Randy knew this, he could tell; see it in their eyes. You can always tell when someone is afraid. The twins were his to do with what he pleased.
    Randy looked at the still dressed twin, “Take off your clothes, now.” She lowered her head, her tears falling to the floor. The girl did as she was told. Her body was exactly the same as her sister’s; beautiful and flawless.
    “Stand up and turn around,” Randy said as he unzipped hi m self. “Face your sister. You…open your legs and slide nearly off the bed.”
    The two did as they were told. He grabbed the girl who was standing by her hair and forced her head down into her sister’s gaping chasm.
    “Breathe in it,” he said as he began to stroke himself. The girl on the bed was crying, yet her cries were mixed with moans. They weren’t the moans of pure pleasure though, they were moans of fear and revulsion. The other girl started to make a gagging sound as if she wanted to be sick. Her body was convulsing beneath Randy’s tight grasp. The other