May offend

THIS IS A PROLOGUE TO A SLIGHTLY LESS BLOODY AND MORE CONVENTIONAL NOVEL. I KNOW ITS A BIT GRAPHIC BUT, IT'S NOT MY USUAL STYLE AND ANY HONEST COMMENTS WOULD BE APPRECIATED :)

"Spear! Albert Spear!" he exclaimed. He had been glancing, off and on, at the painting since entering the room. At first glance, he had recognised the style but the name of its creator simply escaped him. Of course, he could have simply asked its owners, who were presently writhing around on the floor just below his feet, but hell, he knew it would come to him eventually.

"Umm…?" The woman looked up at him questioningly. Obviously he had said it louder then he intended or the man presently lying between her legs, tongue working feverishly at her clitoris, was neither as good or as imaginative as he thought.

"Nothing my dear" he half whispered and gently lent down to brush her fringe away from her forehead.

She continued to look at him, "Join us…please" She reached up, her hand caressing the inside of his thigh.

The man between her legs stopped and lifted his head up, "Yes join us, I liked being watched but…"

"Join you? Yes, join you. Of course. Come here, come to me." He lifted the woman’s hand from his thigh and gently, but with strength that surprised her, pulled her towards him. He held his other hand out to the man, " You too, come here, come closer". For a moment, the man on the floor hesitated, and then he began to rise to his feet.

"No, no", gently in that half whisper again, "Don't stand, come to me, on your knees"

The woman was now lying at his feet, her head pressed against his thigh. She turned, “Umm…. Yes…Geoff, come here, but on your knees" Smiling, she leaned back slightly and touched his penis.

Geoff looked at her, then the other man. Smiling, he got onto his knees and joined his wife at the other side of the man. Leaning over, he began to kiss her breasts. Moaning with pleasure, she began to move her hand along the seated man's thigh, reaching out to feel his penis, through the trousers he had, so far, resisted both their pleas to remove."

No, no my dear. Not yet." Again, he used that half whisper, while pushing her hand away from him.

She pulled away from Geoff and looked up at the man. "But please; you must" she smiled.

"Yes, come on" Geoff joined her. Looking up at the seated man and smiling, he began to gently stroke her breast."

Goodness, your both so young, so impatient" He smiled gently and placed a hand behind each of their heads, lovingly and gently caressing them, like a father with his children. "But no, first you must tell me something."

"Yes, what?" She looked at him, sighing as Geoff’s hand slide down from her breasts to her belly. "What can we tell you?

He gently brought Geoff's head round so that he too was facing him. "Tell me you love me"

"Yes, yes of course. Of course we love you" They said it almost in unison. They liked this, these games of domination, adoration. They had played this many times before, with men and women very much like this one. People they did not know, who they picked up in clubs and bars around the world, never to meet again. At first they had not always been so successful at selecting just the right people, picking, instead of the dominant types they wanted, the found only submissives. However, over the years, with the odd disappointing exception, they had got much better at picking their "guests". It seemed again, despite his gentle manner, and their initial doubts, his refusal to get undressed and his apparent disinterest, until now, they may have chosen well.

"Thank you my children." he smiled, obviously pleased. "Now one other thing, tell me that you believe in me."

Geoff, stopped, looking directly at the man, "What?"

"I need both of you to tell me you believe in me. Please, humour an old man" He began to caress their hair again, "And then we can begin properly. Then we can join" Again the gentle, half whisper, the smile, "Please?"

She looked directly at him, "Yes of course we believe in you, completely" She looked across, "Geoff?" She smiled at him, "Geoff?

He turned to look at her, nodded and smiled. Looking up at the seated man, "Yes, yes of course I…. believe you"

The seated man smiled, "Thank you" Looking down at them he stopped caressing their heads, their hair. "Then join me"

They felt his grip on their hair tighten; roughly he pulled their heads further apart and then… As he brought their heads together for the first time, it was with an extraordinary force. On contact, the woman’s nose and jaw shattered instantly, part of the latter imbedding in Geoff's right eye. As their, foreheads collided Geoff's fractured instantly. As their heads came together for the second time, another joined this fracture. As he pulled their heads apart again, a significant part of the front of the woman’s scalp was removed, her hair having, somehow, becoming entangled in this fracture. The third collision caused a large chip from Geoff's forehead to imbed in his brain giving him, if he had still been alive, a very neat and efficient frontal lobotomy. The forth, and final collision created, in the mind of the seated man, a successful squishing sound as foreheads and skulls collapsed. He let go of the remains of their heads, watching them fall to the floor like a grotesque Siamese twin falling into a quickly expanding pool of blood.

Standing up, he removed his, now, deeply blooded shirt, trousers, socks and shoes. Folding them neatly, he places them on the chair he has just left, shoes on top, socks stuffed neatly, one in each shoe. He looks down at the remains of the couple and sighs. "Now," he asks, "where would you keep it?" Looking around the room, he heads into the kitchen.

A few moments latter, he returns with a toolbox and moves towards the wall containing the painting who is author he had spent so long attempting to establish just moments earlier. Placing the toolbox in front of the wall, he removes the painting and, after examining it closely, his eyes taking in all of its details, he puts it gently on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He walks slowly into the hallway, and finding the jacket that the Geoff, yes Geoff that was his name, had so kindly hung earlier, begins to search through the pockets. Shortly, he returns to the main room, in his hand a packet of 6-inch masonry screws and an accompanying pack of rowel plugs. He places these at the side of toolbox, and then heads towards the lifeless remains of the couple. He leans down grabbing an arm from each of them, and begins, with surprising strength, to pull them towards the wall, a trail of blood and tissue left behind him on the laminate floor. "Come on my dears." he says reproachfully, "You can’t lie there all night, we have work to do." Reaching the wall, he stops and moves to the hi-fi he had spied earlier. Quickly leafing through the CD collection, he finds what he's looking for and removing it from its plastic casing, he places it CD changer. The music begins with one simple cord but quickly building a powerful, angry, wall of sound. He smiles, gives a satisfied sigh and turns the volume up. He moves back to bodies, a pool of blood starting to form around where they are lying. He looks down, "My dears, you most forgive me but I do like music while I work”.
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