I walked down the stairs to the basement.   I wanted Ev.  I had been thinking of her all day at work.   I wanted to run my hands all over her body and be inside her.  I was giddy with excitement.   I kept thinking of how warm it felt inside her.  She was a perfect fit for me.  The ways she squirmed underneath me when I put my tongue in her; the very thought of it gave me a hard on.  

When I reached her bed she was sleeping.   She looked so peaceful, but she had aged and lost weight, she was not quite as spry as when I took her.  Her hair was gray.  Not the vibrant brown it was when I first saw her running down my street.  Damn shame.  I rubbed her forehead softly and kissed her lips.  She opened her eyes.  I didn’t see fear in them anymore.  I saw seething hate.  I was taken aback.

       “I’m here to fuck you, love,” I told her, dropped my pants, and got into the small bed with her.  

       She rolled over and spread her legs.  “I don’t care.”

      I looked at her hard.  “You better act like you care.”

      She stared hard into my eyes.  “I don’t.  Fuck me all you want.   It means nothing.”

 I was angered.  I wanted to strangle her.   How dare her say it means nothing.  It means everything.  She ENJOYED it for God’s sake.  She moaned out when  my tongue tasted her.   Her body wanted me.   I crawled between her legs and entered her.  She didn’t scream.  

I rammed her harder and harder- Still nothing. 

 She looked completely bored with me.  I slapped her face hard.  She did not cry out.  I slapped her harder and her lip began to bleed but she didn’t cry out. I knew was hurting her.

 She smiled.  I kept going into her harder.

And harder.

     "I won’t let you break me,” she kept whispering over and over again.  I couldn’t even cum.  She had ruined it.  I had just about decided to strangle her until she passed out when the doorbell rang.   I jumped off of her and gathered my clothes and put them on.

    “I will be back.  You might want to think of your last thoughts.  When I am done with you, I might just go introduce myself to your son.”

 Her eyes flickered when I mentioned her son.  She didn’t say anything though.  She kept repeating: I won’t let you break me.  I won’t let you break me.

 I walked up stairs feeling sure I could and would break her.  I caught my breath, put on a smile and answered the door.   A tall man with a shaved head and a beard stood at my door.   “Can I help you?” I asked.  

 He smiled and said:  “Hi there, I am Detective Rayland Hope.  How are you tonight?”

 I smiled back, just as big.  “I’m doing great.  Was cleaning a bit.”

 “Can I come in?” the Detective asked.  He was a muscular man with piercing piercing eyes and had a trust me, I’m a cop smile.  “I would like to ask you some questions about a missing woman named Evelyn Trammel.”

 I opened the door, as I cussed the kid and the retard inside my head.  “I was thinking of making me a sandwich, would you like one?”

      “I’m good.”  He said and walked into my house.   “I know the woman’s kid and his friend came by the other day.”

 I walked into the kitchen.  He followed.  I knew he was noticing everything about my house.  I bet he didn’t miss anything.

      “Yes, they did.  The kid was quite rude.  The retarded man seemed to have spaced out or something.”

      "Down’s syndrome,” the Detective said.  

       “I’m sorry, what?”

 The detective’s lips were in a firm line.  “The man has down syndrome.  Retarded really isn’t an acceptable word in this day and age.  The man is bright, quite frankly.”

       “I apologize,” I said and got the stuff out to make me a sandwich.  “I meant no disrespect.”

      “Of course you didn’t,” he said, but I could tell the use of the word retarded had put a strike against me.  Goddamn kid and the retard.  They must have shopped around until they found someoneto listen to them.             

       “Have you ever seen the missing woman?”

 As I made my sandwich, I thought of ways I could lie but decided the truth was the best course of action.  “I saw her running in the neighborhood sometimes but didn’t actually know her personally.”

      “Did you ever talk to her?”

      “I waved occasionally but no, I didn’t talk to her.”  I answered.  “She was reasonably attractive.  Maybe shw had a boyfriend. Have you talked to everyone in the neighborhood or just me?”

 He cocked his head in surprise.  “Odd question, Mr. Smith.  I am talking to several people in the neighborhood.”  I knew he was lying and he wasn’t going to let this go.   “She went missing after she dropped her son off at her parents’ house.  Her son is very concerned.  He loves his mother very much.    As crazy as it sounds the man you referred to as retarded is almost certain you have the missing woman here.  The son says he saw her in your basement through a window.  Why would he say that?”

       “Who understands the mind of teenager, Officer?”  I said non chalantly. 

       “It’s detective, not officer,” he corrected me.  This prick didn’t like me.  I could tell.  Goddamn that kid, I said internally again.   Oh, the ways Ev was going to pay and when I was done with her, I was going to move on to that nosy fucking son of hers.  Better yet, I would do him first just so she would suffer.  That kid just made a world of hurt for his mother.  If she wasn’t going to ‘enjoy’ or fight during our lovemaking sessions maybe a bottle would get a rise out of her? Or scissors?  Or a knife?  Her frozen hand? Te thought of using the hand made me snicker.  I could fuck her with everything I had in the house in every orifice and see if I got any reaction out of her then.  When the cadaver dogs finally found her, she would be broken from the inside out. The authorities would never know how broken of course, but her bones would tell them part of the story.  

Fucking cunt!  She needs to respect me when I come down stairs for a good fucking!

 I had the butcher knife in my hand and was listening to the fucking dickhead tell me all about Ev.

    “Is there something funny aboyt a woman missing, sir?"he asked perturbed.

    "I’m sorry," I lied.  I didn’t realize I had laughed out loud.  "I was thinking of something else."

     "She and her son had a falling out and he feels awful.  He misses her and just wants to tell her how sorry he is.   The man he was with says Ev is his best friend.  Such a sweet man and his mother is salt of the earth.  Quite a threesome they are.  Anyway, if you have any information that could help me find her I would appreciate it.  I would also like to look around your place, since the boy said he saw his mother here.   Could be an overactive imagination but I need to be sure.  If you refuse, I could get a warrant.”

 I turned and looked at him.  I had the knife behind my back.  “I have nothing to hide.”

 He smiled.  I could tell it was a fake smile.  “Well, let’s start in the basement.  Where is it?”

 I smiled back.  My smile was also fake.  “It’s boarded up.”  I pointed to a door that looked like a broom closet.  He walked toward it and opened it.  He saw the fake wall.   "It was like that when I moved in.  I’ve been meaning to uncover it but haven’t gotten to it yet.  There’s no telling the junk and rodents that might be down there."

     “There’s nothing here,” he said and turned to me.  I took the knife and plunged it into him.   It went in like butter. I always kept my knives sharp.  I plunged it in a second time.  His eyes were wide with surprise, when he realized he underestimated me.  “I told you it was boarded up.  You. Stupid. Mother. Fucker.”

 He held onto me as I let him slide to the floor of my kitchen.   “You have made me lose my  appetite, you dick.”  I kicked him hard in the ribs.  He was bleeding out on my clean floor.  “I thought you fuckers always had a partner or called for backup.  Oh, wait, let me guess-you are doing this off the clock for the kid and retard.  You are softy and it just got your ass killed.”

 He didn’t answer.  He was reaching for his gun.  I took it from him.   “Shame on you.”

 He was losing blood fast.  I had to act.  Time was of the essence.   I was sure someone knew he was here.  Even if it was just the kid and retard…it could mean trouble.   “You just shortened the kid’s life and his mother’s,” I whispered to the detective.  “First the kid and then the mother.” He gasp in an effort to tell me ‘no’.  I smiled at him.

 I got up, moved the fake panel of wall, and went down into the basement. 

Well, I guess it’s time to end this love affair.  

Next Chapter: Ev