Thrills: Vol.2 by Jason A. Joseph

Author:Jason A. Joseph [Joseph, Jason A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Jason A. Joseph
Published: 2015-04-30T23:00:00+00:00

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Weeks went by, and Jacob followed up on another former student of his. He didn't like what he could see of her so far. However, Jacob was a kind man. He'd give her a window of opportunity to begin playing again before he took her life. There was always a chance at redemption; albeit a very slight one. He grinned. He would have to clean his workshop for this one. Jacob got in his car and drove to his favorite workshop. It was hidden up in the tree line of one of the mountain peaks that overlooked the beautiful countryside. He took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air and began the short hike to his shack. It was something he had built with his own two hands and he had to admit that he was very proud of it. Jacob had never really been the handyman type, but he got some sheet metal, a little insulation, and some long nails, and he was good to go. He stood in front of it now, beaming with pride like he always did when he saw it, and caught his breath. One day soon, he knew he would be too old to make that hike across uneven terrain. That saddened him like nothing else in life did. Pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket, Jacob unlocked the door and flicked the switch on the wall next to him. An old, dust covered light bulb flickered to life and dowsed the room in a pale yellow hue. Jacob shook his head. The workshop was a disgrace.

The butcher table in the middle of the room was stainless steel, but it was far from clean. Brown, russet colored streaks smudged the tabletop, and made him think back to the girl that had left them behind. She’d been young, blonde, and just too stupid to know what was going on. Jacob had no pleasure from her whatsoever. It actually hurt his own brain when he tried to dumb himself down to her level so she could understand him. He shook himself. Ugh, that would never happen again. Only smart girls, yes, he would teach only smart girls.

There was a meat cleaver lying near the edge of the table, and it too was covered in the brown flaky blood of his last victim. Walking over to the table, he saw his bloody apron hanging on the peg behind the door. He must have forgotten to wash it the last time…now he would have to buy a new one and burn this one. He didn’t want any trace evidence to be there to incriminate him, should someone ever find this place. He reached the table and grabbed the handle of the meat cooler that was built in. Opening it caused some dry ice to filter up and dissipate before he could see down into it and make sure his trophies were well taken care of. He could see the pieces of each girl that he’d kept, lovingly laid out on the floor of the meat cooler, preserved for his viewing pleasure.

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