The red mist cleared. He focused on the two bodies; both were unconscious but still breathing. Caesar had scarpered upstairs; pretty awful watch dog it made.
Her name was Jackie Steel, according to her ID. He sniggered. A police officer – but now his victim. Her phone rang while he was searching her handbag. It stopped. He switched it off.
Someone didn’t know where she was.
He had time - maybe not all night, but enough to engorge himself.
On the carpet, in the lounge.
There would be punishment. Enough for Tania to realise she’d hurt his feelings. He closed the lounge door, wandered into the kitchen and selected his instruments from the drawers; there were a few garden implements in the bottom one. He ripped apart two tea towels; it would be painful and they would try and scream. He took a large bottle of water from the fridge.
He gagged Jackie. She could watch if she wanted.
It was time.
He tipped ice-cold water over Tania. She started to splutter and opened her eyes. Her forehead creased. He showed her the gag; put a finger to his lips; showed her the paring knife.
‘Just watch. Move and I’ll hurt you.’
He bent down and fixed the gag in place. Then he slowly slit the clothes from her body; blouse, bra, and skirt, and left her wearing her panties.
He put on a sad expression, pulled out the Rolex and strapped it on her ankle. ‘I brought you a gift from Jimmy, but then you spoiled it all by bringing your friend back here. You stood me up.’
Her eyes widened, her face crumbled, she began to moan.
He ignored her; caressed her right foot. The secateurs nipped off her little toe. She convulsed, made gagging noises and tried to wriggle away.
He slapped her; showed her the carving knife. He stroked the blade down her cheek, drawing droplets of blood. She would feel them. ‘Behave.’
It was enough. She quietened down.
He glanced at Jackie. She was out of it. Perhaps he had hit her too hard; shame she’d miss the party. Then he stood up and slowly undressed. So Tania could see how excited he was.
He straddled her, dripped water over her nipples and teased them erect with the knife. She was shaking her head, her chest was heaving; tears were flowing down her cheeks. He licked them off.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
He whispered in her ear. ‘Tonight, you’re mine.’ He sat up, his fingers felt inside her panties.
Ripped them off.