Mason was so wound up on his killing spree that he would have moved onto Emmy, but when Sammy’s blood poured onto her exposed shoulders, she had fainted. It was no fun killing her if she wasn’t watching him, and he stopped. He rolled off the bed, dragged the dead body off her, and carefully carried it into the bathroom. Dumped it, and the knife into the tub. He used a towel to clear up Sammy’s feces from the bed, and then washed up in the sink, and tidied himself. He was ok; Sammy’s blood was mostly on her.
He moved back into the bedroom. Emmy was moaning softly, still lying on her back. He undressed, undid her blouse buttons so he could fondle her breasts, and made love to her in a pool of blood. She came to as he jerked to a finish, a look of horror, and fear on her face. “That was better than Sammy violating you,” he said, matter of factually. “Now you’re all mine again.”
Emmy shivered. The tears started to flow again. “Please untie me,” she sobbed. “I need to wash up.”
Mason thought about it, and then shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. He picked up his shirt and ripped it apart, and used pieces to gag her mouth, and to tie her legs to the bed supports. She wasn’t going anywhere. Again he went back into the bathroom to clean up, and then moved back into the bedroom to retrieve his new clothes from the walk-in.
“There,” he said to her as he dressed. “Just like new. I’ll tidy the room up later. You be a good girl until I get back. I’ll bring us a carryout for two, and a bottle of Chablis.”
He moved into the living room and opened the briefcase, emptying the contents on the floor. He cursed, came storming back into the bedroom, and ripped her gag out. “Where’s the money?” he yelled at her.
“It’s safe,” she said fearfully, and then defiantly. “With a friend. If you hurt me in any way, she’ll go straight to the cops.”
He wasn’t having any. “You double-crossed me bitch, you’re like all the rest.” He spat into her face, and rocked back and forth thinking. Gradually calming down. He looked at his watch. Time was moving on. The ape outside would be getting restless, wondering what was taking Sammy so long, he might even come up to check.
No loose ends.
Now the bitch had given him a dilemma. Nobody was going to stop his master plan. Even if the ‘friend’ raised the alarm the cops would never find him in time. It came down to two choices. Kill the bitch for the pain and deceit she had caused him and most likely lose half the money, or keep her alive until he could get to her friend with the stash.
“Okay bitch,” he said. “Watch this, and call.” He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out some loose change, selected a coin and spun it into the air. He caught it and covered it on the back of his hand. “Your choice bitch; and I’m not waiting forever. Heads or Tails?” He saw her looking frightened. Then puzzled. She opened her mouth.
“Heads,” she said.