She Can Scream by Melinda Leigh

Author:Melinda Leigh [Leigh, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477807415
Publisher: AmazonEncore
Published: 2013-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Excitement roared through his veins as he pulled into his garage. He shut the car off and pushed the button clamped to the visor. The windowless overhead door cranked down with a whirr and shuddered as it hit the concrete.

He jumped out and rushed to the rear of his vehicle. His hands clenched with anticipation as he popped the trunk with the keychain fob. The lid sprang open with matching enthusiasm.

She was still asleep, her body still on the plastic sheeting. Perfect. He’d be able to get her settled in with less fuss than usual. Like social media, using ketamine could be considered cheating, but he rationalized that he’d pulled this snatch off with barely a day of preparation. Allowances must be made.

He reached down and stroked her dark hair. Mm. Mm. Mm.

Gorgeous.

Brunettes were his favorites, though he tried his best not to establish a type or pattern with his victims. Working in the occasional redhead was also a nice change. He might love steak, but that didn’t mean a pasta dinner didn’t appeal now and then. Never blonds, though. Like sushi, they held zero appeal.

But tonight it was a juicy prime rib all the way.

He dragged her bound arms, limp as string, over his head and heaved her onto his shoulders. He swayed under her weight for a few seconds before widening his stance to create balance. All those trips to the gym were never a waste. People had no idea how physically demanding it was to move unconscious and dead bodies. Lifting weights regularly was a necessity.

He carried her through the house and down into the basement. More plastic crunched underfoot as he eased her onto the worktable with reverence. Her long hair trailed across the clear tarp. He brushed it aside to secure her hands to the steel frame at the head of the table. He selected a utility knife from his toolbox. A quick slice severed the plastic ties securing her ankles. He separated her feet, then stood back and considered her position.

What was he in the mood for this evening?

The overhead pulley he’d installed over the summer caught his attention. Yes. He had a new toy to play with tonight. It had worked nicely with his practice mannequin. He moved it experimentally, grimacing at an annoying squeak. A few quirts of WD-40 resulted in the smooth silence he expected.

He unsnapped the D-hook connecting the chain from her wrists to the table, let out some slack, and transferred it to the pulley. Her arms extended straight up, lifting her shoulders just a millimeter from the table. Now he could put her anywhere he wanted. To prevent her from sitting up until she was properly subdued, he wrapped a length of chain around her neck and tied it to the steel frame of the table above her head. She’d have to arch her back to take the pressure off her throat.

Grabbing two cinder blocks from the corner of the room, he put one on the floor on each side of the table.

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