Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
There are still moments when I worry that Carl’s people will track us down, and I’ll find myself with a red laser dot in the middle of the forehead right before it explodes, but Nico’s relaxed attitude has rubbed off on me, and the idea of staying hidden until Carl’s back from Aspen no longer feels like the slowest of suicides. A part of me detests that he gets to celebrate and have fun with friends he never introduced me to as his last hurrah, but I console myself with the fact that he surely is beside himself over my disappearance. After all, the money won’t be his until I turn up dead.
But it’s easy to forget Carl’s existence when I have a beautiful cock to suck for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Is it a crass thought? Certainly, but there is something about lewd words that makes my body heat up and long for touch. Nico has been a perfect gentleman about my inexperience, never trying to push beyond what’s comfortable for me yet always happy to feed me a steady diet of dirty talk. He’s attentive, never fails to make me comfortable, and while the fact that he is a murderer is still present at the back of my mind, it’s very easy to ignore in the face of his gentle kisses, passionate touch, and our long conversations over a variety of cakes we bake together.
Is his Christmas obsession strange? Sure. Is he a murderer who likes creepy crafts a bit too much? Yes. But is he also the most caring boyfriend I could ask for? Pretty much.
I haven’t actually called him my 'boyfriend', but I do like to toy with that in my mind. A lot.
I don’t ever feel lonely when I’m with him. He never trivializes anything I say and looks out for me. That’s how a good relationship should feel, right? Maybe it’s the isolation playing tricks on my mind, but in the face of his attention and care, all the worries I have about being around a killer seem like minor details. In fact, I have a sick fascination with every single murder he admits to me. Am I complicit at this point? I could go to the authorities and make a fuss, discouraging Carl from ever trying to go after me again, but I don’t want to.
I will never feel safe until the flakes of his teeth float in Nico’s new snow globe.
I don’t want to appear like a lovesick puppy, or bare myself to him too much, but reciprocating his attention feels natural, so I applied my new skill and cooked some eggs for him as he forgot all about breakfast, busy planning a way to get his hands on Carl.
He does spend quite some time researching things, learning about the house we have in Aspen, and ways to get there with least possibility of being tracked. I don’t know if I should be happy about that or frightened of just how excited he is to kill someone.
Because that’s the thing with his morbid and dangerous side. It’s all fun and games until it turns against me one day. If he doesn’t get his fill of murder because the circumstances aren’t right, will his frustration rise? Will it one day overflow to a point where he gets violent with me? It’s only reasonable to think about such things. My brother, who seemed perfectly civil, has ordered a hit on me, so how can I not expect a serial killer to turn on me one day?
I think about that any time I get all gooey about Nico and consider if we would work as a couple in real life instead of our la-la land in this cabin. The answer? I don’t fucking know. I’ve never been with anyone else.
But I’m happy when I’m around him. He listens to me and answers requests before I can even voice them, and today is no different. I complained about not being able to publish the next episode of my podcast, so knowing how much that means to me, Nico set me up with a phone and computer for recording. They’re not the professional tools I’m used to, but more than enough for my purposes.
“Will it be about me?” he asks excitedly as he adds wood to our fireplace.
I snort. “You can’t be jealous of the Zodiac. I bet he attacked couples because no woman wanted someone with his horrible personality.”
“But it’s December,” Nico whines like an impatient puppy. “It makes sense to have another episode about the Christmas Killer.”
“There’s only so many times I can recycle the same information. There has been no new victim, at least not to the knowledge of the authorities.”
“Oh! I know!” Nico paces the room, rubbing his hands. “What if I sent you an anonymous letter, and you could have an Interview with the serial killer segment.”