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Chapter 1. Jane's First
Jane had lived a hard life. At 22 years old, she had seen more trauma and hardship than most people do in a lifetime. Born into a dysfunctional family that struggled with addiction and poverty, Jane was placed into the care system when she was just six years old.
The care system was not kind to her and throughout her time in care, Jane had suffered countless abuses at the hands of different foster parents – physical abuse as well as psychological damage inflicted upon her fragile mind. This treatment only served to harden her heart further against humanity, leaving it blackened and empty on the inside like an abyss of despair.
Unfortunately, Jane's experience in the care system was far from over. As she got older, she found herself in abusive relationships with men who took advantage of her vulnerability and lack of self-worth. They used her for their own pleasure and then discarded her like garbage. The abuse she suffered at their hands was both physical and emotional, leaving her scarred and broken inside.
It wasn't long before Jane began to hate all men. In her eyes, they were all the same – selfish, cruel, and heartless. She didn't trust any of them and made a vow never to let one get close to her again. This hatred fueled her and gave her the strength to leave her abusers and start a new life on her own.
Jane struggled to make ends meet, often working long hours at multiple jobs just to pay the bills. With no friends or family to turn to for support, she became fiercely independent and soon began to sell her body for cash. She learned to rely only on herself and never let anyone get too close.
Eventually Jane reached the breaking point where she wanted nothing more than to take revenge on all those who wronged her, seeking retribution through violence if necessary. It became apparent that this young woman's ultimate goal in life was to kill as many young men as possible so they could feel even an ounce of what she went through during such a long period under their control; feeling powerless in the face of authority while being subjected to horrific acts day after day without any hope for respite from such suffering anytime soon.
Though most would view this desire as monstrous and unforgivable, some wouldn’t help but sympathize with Jane’s plight - understanding how difficult it must have been for someone so young and vulnerable to endure such trauma which left deep scars both mental and physical that will likely stay with them forevermore. And in Jane’s mind by killing the men she was preventing other women from being harmed regardless of the young man was a threat or not.
Tyler was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed charmer. He stood in front of his mirror, shirtless and wearing only a pair of leather pants, as he finished getting ready for his evening shift as a barman.
His toned chest and chiseled abs were on full display, making it clear that he took excellent care of his body. His blonde hair although not natural was styled perfectly, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled in the light. He was the picture of confidence and charm.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, Tyler couldn't help but flash a winning smile. He knew he looked good, and he wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage.
With a contented sigh, Tyler pulled a white vest over his head and headed out the door, ready to take on the world. He knew his looks could be a double-edged sword - he had to be careful not to let his charm overshadow his skills as a bartender. But he was confident he could handle whatever challenges came his way. And today like most nights Tyler was determined to pull; he didn’t care whether it be male or female as the bisexual young man went through multiple partners a week.
As he arrived at the bar, Tyler greeted his coworkers with a grin and got right to work. He may have been easy on the eyes, but he was also a hard worker who took pride in his craft. As the night wore on, he served drinks, chatted with customers, and kept the atmosphere lively.
Jane had gone out to the bar for a night out and to look for her first victim. As she sat nursing her drink, her eyes wandered over the crowd. That was when she saw him - Tyler, the sexy barman.
He was dressed in a tight white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, and black leather pants that hugged his muscular thighs. Jane couldn't take her eyes off him. She was captivated by his charm, his confidence, and his good looks.
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, Jane found herself lost in conversation with Tyler. He was funny, charming, and clearly interested in her. She couldn't help but flirt back, her heart racing with excitement.
The chemistry between them was palpable, and Jane found herself drawn to Tyler in a way she hadn't felt in years. Tyler also found himself mesmerized by the beautiful blonde-haired stranger and as the night wore on, Tyler leaned in closer, and the flirting became more intense. Finally, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to come back to my apartment?"
Jane felt a rush of excitement her plan was working but she Also had a twinge of nervousness. She knew that she wanted to kill Tyler, but the thought of getting caught and going to jail did scare her.
Tyler seemed to pick up on her hesitation, and he gently took her hand. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. I just want to keep talking, maybe get to know you a little better."
With a shaky smile, Jane nodded her consent. She was nervous, but there was something about Tyler that made her trust him. They paid their tab and when Tyler finished his shift headed out into the night, Jane's heart racing with anticipation.
It wasn't until they arrived at Tyler's sleek, modern apartment that Tyler finally leaned in to kiss Jane, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely, his hands moving along her body. Jane responded with a hunger that had been building all night, and they continued to kiss and caress each other passionately.
Finally, Tyler pulled back and took a step back, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me take off my top," he said huskily, and turned around to shed his vest. Jane couldn't help but admire his toned back and muscular arms as he did so.
Next, Tyler turned to Jane and took her hand, guiding her towards his bedroom. As they walked, his fingers intermingled with hers, igniting sparks of desire in her body.
Once in the bedroom, Tyler took off his pants, revealing a pair of tight, patterned briefs that hugged his muscular thighs. Jane couldn't take her eyes off him, and he grinned in response.
"Like what you see?" he asked with a cocky smile.
Jane could only nod, to overcome with desire to speak. She began to undress him, her hands shaking with excitement as she ran them over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips.
Once he was down to just his underwear, Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, as Jane bent down and began to give him a blow job.
The blonde hunk groaned with pleasure as Jane gave him something that he would remember for the remainder of his short life. Jane worked faster as Tyler’s moans became more intense, and he fired his load deep down Jane’s throat. Jane smiled, enjoying the situation that was playing out. Tyler now watched as Jane stripped down to her own lingerie. They kissed again, more urgently this time, their hands roaming freely over each other's bodies.
As their passion grew, they tumbled onto the bed, their desire for each other consuming all else. For the rest of the night, they explored each other's bodies, their pleasure mounting with each passing moment. In each other's arms, they found a kind of happiness and fulfillment that they had never known before.
Jane and Tyler fucked long into the night trying out various positions and enjoying each other intimate company before both falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Tyler and Jane woke early the next morning in their cozy bed. As the gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the window, Tyler stretched his arms and yawned, feeling refreshed after an eventful night.
"Good morning, Jane," Tyler said with a smile, turning to the sexy blonde next to him. "How about we start the day with a nice, relaxing bath together?"
Jane, however, wore a strange expression on her face. Her warm eyes seemed distant, and a peculiar darkness lingered within her. "Sure," she replied in a monotone voice, following Tyler's lead towards the bathroom.
As the water filled the bathtub, Tyler adjusted the temperature, making sure it was just right. He turned to Jane, who stood by the doorway, seemingly lost in her thoughts. "Come on, Jane. The water is perfect," he urged, jumping in and extending his hand towards her. "Join me."
Without uttering a single word, Jane stepped into the bathroom, her face an enigma of conflicting emotions. Her mind raced with a torrent of thoughts, invisible to Tyler, who could only see the surface of her troubled demeanor.
Tyler lay back in the bath. He glanced at Jane, expecting her to join him, but instead, her eyes bore into his soul with a chilling intensity.
In that moment, the sudden, malicious intent that had been stirring instead overcame Jane. Her grip tightened around the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles turning white. Tyler, oblivious to the danger that loomed above him, closed his eyes, allowing the tranquility of the water to wash away the remnants of sleep.
With a sudden burst of strength, Jane lunged forward, her hands pushing down forcefully on Tyler's chest. Panic flashed across Tyler's face as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. The weight of Jane's actions pressed him against the porcelain, his cries for help silenced beneath the water's surface.
Jane's face remained eerily composed, a facade concealing the darkness that consumed her. The sexy female he had brought home had become an instrument of chaos; her motives shrouded in mystery. Tyler’s arms and legs splashed about as the bubbles danced atop the water, Tyler's desperate struggles grew weaker, until finally, his body went limp.
In the wake of the unspeakable act, Jane stared down at the lifeless form before her, a mix of emotions passing fleetingly across her face. Regret, relief, and a chilling satisfaction all intertwined within her as she slowly came to terms with her own actions.
She had just killed her first young man and she had loved it. Yes, Tyler was a sexy polite young man but during the kill and more importantly after Jane felt something that she hadn’t really felt or had before… a sense of purpose. She had found something that made her feel important.
She took a few photos of Tyler in the bath and set the scene to make it look like he had simply died in the bathtub. She lay Tyler back in the bath with his arms behind his head and placed some cocaine on the side of the tub. Before taking a final picture of his first conquest and leaving the bathroom.
Not wanting to forget her first kill she grabbed the patterned briefs Tyler had worn the day before and placed them in her handbag before swiping the silver chain the young man also wore and then left the apartment.
For the next few days Jane kept a low profile until she felt the coast was clear to come out.
Forty-eight hours later the police arrived at Tyler’s apartment after receiving a call from Tyler’s work when he hadn’t turned up for his last two shifts. When they entered, they were met with an eerie silence. The only sound broke when one of the officers noticed something in the bathtub and cautiously made their way over to investigate further.
As they approached, it became clear that there was a body lying lifelessly in the tub filled with cold water. Carefully reaching out to feel for life signs, they quickly confirmed what was already suspected - Tyler had passed away.
Shocked by what they found, their eyes scanned around searching for any clues as to how this could have happened until one of them spotted: drugs and drug paraphernalia scattered across the bathroom surface. They waited for the arrival of the homicide and the coroner but already treated the sign like it was an overdose.
Detective Sarah Miller arrived at the crime scene, her heart heavy with the weight of another tragedy. The apartment was dimly lit, the air thick with unease. She cautiously entered the bathroom, where the lifeless body of Tyler lay motionless in the bathtub. The sight was enough to send shivers down her spine.
Tyler was a young man, full of potential, but his life had taken a tragic turn. Sarah's instincts told her that this was no ordinary death despite the collection of drug paraphernalia that rested on the edge of the bath.
The detective called for the forensic team and carefully examined the scene. Tyler's body was pale, his eyes vacant, and his skin clammy.
The coroner said likely cause of death was an overdosing, but he wouldn’t know until he had got the body on the table.
As the forensic team meticulously documented the evidence, Sarah retraced Tyler's steps in her mind. She knew she needed to uncover the truth and bring justice to his memory. The search for answers led her to question Tyler's friends and work colleagues, hoping they could shed some light on the circumstances surrounding his death. All were shocked when they were told that Tyler had died of a drug overdose. To them Tyler was clean and had never taken or even spoke about drugs. This gave Sarah cause for concern and her suspicions were raised even more when the coroner told her the cause of death was drowning and that he had found no traces of drugs in Tyler’s body.
Sarah opened up a new line of enquiry and discovered that Tyler left the bar with a beautiful female stranger. She hoped the CCTV would show her more but was left disappointed when she was told they were not working. No one could remember Tyler’s date and the case soon went cold.
Jane had lived a hard life. At 22 years old, she had seen more trauma and hardship than most people do in a lifetime. Born into a dysfunctional family that struggled with addiction and poverty, Jane was placed into the care system when she was just six years old.
The care system was not kind to her and throughout her time in care, Jane had suffered countless abuses at the hands of different foster parents – physical abuse as well as psychological damage inflicted upon her fragile mind. This treatment only served to harden her heart further against humanity, leaving it blackened and empty on the inside like an abyss of despair.
Unfortunately, Jane's experience in the care system was far from over. As she got older, she found herself in abusive relationships with men who took advantage of her vulnerability and lack of self-worth. They used her for their own pleasure and then discarded her like garbage. The abuse she suffered at their hands was both physical and emotional, leaving her scarred and broken inside.
It wasn't long before Jane began to hate all men. In her eyes, they were all the same – selfish, cruel, and heartless. She didn't trust any of them and made a vow never to let one get close to her again. This hatred fueled her and gave her the strength to leave her abusers and start a new life on her own.
Jane struggled to make ends meet, often working long hours at multiple jobs just to pay the bills. With no friends or family to turn to for support, she became fiercely independent and soon began to sell her body for cash. She learned to rely only on herself and never let anyone get too close.
Eventually Jane reached the breaking point where she wanted nothing more than to take revenge on all those who wronged her, seeking retribution through violence if necessary. It became apparent that this young woman's ultimate goal in life was to kill as many young men as possible so they could feel even an ounce of what she went through during such a long period under their control; feeling powerless in the face of authority while being subjected to horrific acts day after day without any hope for respite from such suffering anytime soon.
Though most would view this desire as monstrous and unforgivable, some wouldn’t help but sympathize with Jane’s plight - understanding how difficult it must have been for someone so young and vulnerable to endure such trauma which left deep scars both mental and physical that will likely stay with them forevermore. And in Jane’s mind by killing the men she was preventing other women from being harmed regardless of the young man was a threat or not.
Tyler was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed charmer. He stood in front of his mirror, shirtless and wearing only a pair of leather pants, as he finished getting ready for his evening shift as a barman.
His toned chest and chiseled abs were on full display, making it clear that he took excellent care of his body. His blonde hair although not natural was styled perfectly, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled in the light. He was the picture of confidence and charm.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, Tyler couldn't help but flash a winning smile. He knew he looked good, and he wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage.
With a contented sigh, Tyler pulled a white vest over his head and headed out the door, ready to take on the world. He knew his looks could be a double-edged sword - he had to be careful not to let his charm overshadow his skills as a bartender. But he was confident he could handle whatever challenges came his way. And today like most nights Tyler was determined to pull; he didn’t care whether it be male or female as the bisexual young man went through multiple partners a week.
As he arrived at the bar, Tyler greeted his coworkers with a grin and got right to work. He may have been easy on the eyes, but he was also a hard worker who took pride in his craft. As the night wore on, he served drinks, chatted with customers, and kept the atmosphere lively.
Jane had gone out to the bar for a night out and to look for her first victim. As she sat nursing her drink, her eyes wandered over the crowd. That was when she saw him - Tyler, the sexy barman.
He was dressed in a tight white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, and black leather pants that hugged his muscular thighs. Jane couldn't take her eyes off him. She was captivated by his charm, his confidence, and his good looks.
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, Jane found herself lost in conversation with Tyler. He was funny, charming, and clearly interested in her. She couldn't help but flirt back, her heart racing with excitement.
The chemistry between them was palpable, and Jane found herself drawn to Tyler in a way she hadn't felt in years. Tyler also found himself mesmerized by the beautiful blonde-haired stranger and as the night wore on, Tyler leaned in closer, and the flirting became more intense. Finally, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to come back to my apartment?"
Jane felt a rush of excitement her plan was working but she Also had a twinge of nervousness. She knew that she wanted to kill Tyler, but the thought of getting caught and going to jail did scare her.
Tyler seemed to pick up on her hesitation, and he gently took her hand. "Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. I just want to keep talking, maybe get to know you a little better."
With a shaky smile, Jane nodded her consent. She was nervous, but there was something about Tyler that made her trust him. They paid their tab and when Tyler finished his shift headed out into the night, Jane's heart racing with anticipation.
It wasn't until they arrived at Tyler's sleek, modern apartment that Tyler finally leaned in to kiss Jane, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely, his hands moving along her body. Jane responded with a hunger that had been building all night, and they continued to kiss and caress each other passionately.
Finally, Tyler pulled back and took a step back, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me take off my top," he said huskily, and turned around to shed his vest. Jane couldn't help but admire his toned back and muscular arms as he did so.
Next, Tyler turned to Jane and took her hand, guiding her towards his bedroom. As they walked, his fingers intermingled with hers, igniting sparks of desire in her body.
Once in the bedroom, Tyler took off his pants, revealing a pair of tight, patterned briefs that hugged his muscular thighs. Jane couldn't take her eyes off him, and he grinned in response.
"Like what you see?" he asked with a cocky smile.
Jane could only nod, to overcome with desire to speak. She began to undress him, her hands shaking with excitement as she ran them over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips.
Once he was down to just his underwear, Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, as Jane bent down and began to give him a blow job.
The blonde hunk groaned with pleasure as Jane gave him something that he would remember for the remainder of his short life. Jane worked faster as Tyler’s moans became more intense, and he fired his load deep down Jane’s throat. Jane smiled, enjoying the situation that was playing out. Tyler now watched as Jane stripped down to her own lingerie. They kissed again, more urgently this time, their hands roaming freely over each other's bodies.
As their passion grew, they tumbled onto the bed, their desire for each other consuming all else. For the rest of the night, they explored each other's bodies, their pleasure mounting with each passing moment. In each other's arms, they found a kind of happiness and fulfillment that they had never known before.
Jane and Tyler fucked long into the night trying out various positions and enjoying each other intimate company before both falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Tyler and Jane woke early the next morning in their cozy bed. As the gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the window, Tyler stretched his arms and yawned, feeling refreshed after an eventful night.
"Good morning, Jane," Tyler said with a smile, turning to the sexy blonde next to him. "How about we start the day with a nice, relaxing bath together?"
Jane, however, wore a strange expression on her face. Her warm eyes seemed distant, and a peculiar darkness lingered within her. "Sure," she replied in a monotone voice, following Tyler's lead towards the bathroom.
As the water filled the bathtub, Tyler adjusted the temperature, making sure it was just right. He turned to Jane, who stood by the doorway, seemingly lost in her thoughts. "Come on, Jane. The water is perfect," he urged, jumping in and extending his hand towards her. "Join me."
Without uttering a single word, Jane stepped into the bathroom, her face an enigma of conflicting emotions. Her mind raced with a torrent of thoughts, invisible to Tyler, who could only see the surface of her troubled demeanor.
Tyler lay back in the bath. He glanced at Jane, expecting her to join him, but instead, her eyes bore into his soul with a chilling intensity.
In that moment, the sudden, malicious intent that had been stirring instead overcame Jane. Her grip tightened around the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles turning white. Tyler, oblivious to the danger that loomed above him, closed his eyes, allowing the tranquility of the water to wash away the remnants of sleep.
With a sudden burst of strength, Jane lunged forward, her hands pushing down forcefully on Tyler's chest. Panic flashed across Tyler's face as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. The weight of Jane's actions pressed him against the porcelain, his cries for help silenced beneath the water's surface.
Jane's face remained eerily composed, a facade concealing the darkness that consumed her. The sexy female he had brought home had become an instrument of chaos; her motives shrouded in mystery. Tyler’s arms and legs splashed about as the bubbles danced atop the water, Tyler's desperate struggles grew weaker, until finally, his body went limp.
In the wake of the unspeakable act, Jane stared down at the lifeless form before her, a mix of emotions passing fleetingly across her face. Regret, relief, and a chilling satisfaction all intertwined within her as she slowly came to terms with her own actions.
She had just killed her first young man and she had loved it. Yes, Tyler was a sexy polite young man but during the kill and more importantly after Jane felt something that she hadn’t really felt or had before… a sense of purpose. She had found something that made her feel important.
She took a few photos of Tyler in the bath and set the scene to make it look like he had simply died in the bathtub. She lay Tyler back in the bath with his arms behind his head and placed some cocaine on the side of the tub. Before taking a final picture of his first conquest and leaving the bathroom.
Not wanting to forget her first kill she grabbed the patterned briefs Tyler had worn the day before and placed them in her handbag before swiping the silver chain the young man also wore and then left the apartment.
For the next few days Jane kept a low profile until she felt the coast was clear to come out.
Forty-eight hours later the police arrived at Tyler’s apartment after receiving a call from Tyler’s work when he hadn’t turned up for his last two shifts. When they entered, they were met with an eerie silence. The only sound broke when one of the officers noticed something in the bathtub and cautiously made their way over to investigate further.
As they approached, it became clear that there was a body lying lifelessly in the tub filled with cold water. Carefully reaching out to feel for life signs, they quickly confirmed what was already suspected - Tyler had passed away.
Shocked by what they found, their eyes scanned around searching for any clues as to how this could have happened until one of them spotted: drugs and drug paraphernalia scattered across the bathroom surface. They waited for the arrival of the homicide and the coroner but already treated the sign like it was an overdose.
Detective Sarah Miller arrived at the crime scene, her heart heavy with the weight of another tragedy. The apartment was dimly lit, the air thick with unease. She cautiously entered the bathroom, where the lifeless body of Tyler lay motionless in the bathtub. The sight was enough to send shivers down her spine.
Tyler was a young man, full of potential, but his life had taken a tragic turn. Sarah's instincts told her that this was no ordinary death despite the collection of drug paraphernalia that rested on the edge of the bath.
The detective called for the forensic team and carefully examined the scene. Tyler's body was pale, his eyes vacant, and his skin clammy.
The coroner said likely cause of death was an overdosing, but he wouldn’t know until he had got the body on the table.
As the forensic team meticulously documented the evidence, Sarah retraced Tyler's steps in her mind. She knew she needed to uncover the truth and bring justice to his memory. The search for answers led her to question Tyler's friends and work colleagues, hoping they could shed some light on the circumstances surrounding his death. All were shocked when they were told that Tyler had died of a drug overdose. To them Tyler was clean and had never taken or even spoke about drugs. This gave Sarah cause for concern and her suspicions were raised even more when the coroner told her the cause of death was drowning and that he had found no traces of drugs in Tyler’s body.
Sarah opened up a new line of enquiry and discovered that Tyler left the bar with a beautiful female stranger. She hoped the CCTV would show her more but was left disappointed when she was told they were not working. No one could remember Tyler’s date and the case soon went cold.
