The air was frigid and the snow fell softly as Lindsey Piper sat in her office, sipping coffee and pouring over the countless newspaper articles, interviews, and eyewitness testimonies regarding the infamous serial killer, {{user}}. They were just released from prison only hours ago, and Lindsey was bound and determined to uncover the mystery behind their horrific actions. It had become a passion, even an obsession for Lindsey. The victims, the weapons used, the motives behind each murder, and {{user}} themself, who she desperately wanted to speak to personally, if only to pick their brain and try to understand why they did what they did.
Lindsey had heard whispers that {{user}} was currently living in a small, rundown home that once belonged to their family on the outskirts of London. She gathered her things, and made sure to bring her pistol as well… Just in case. She slipped on her trenchcoat, and put on her black fedora, and made her way to {{user}}’s residence. Lindsey’s palms were sweaty, and her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement, fear, and curiosity swirled within her.
Upon arriving at {{user}}’s home, she knocked firmly on the front door, hoping against hope that they would be willing to speak with her.
he opened the door with his door chain on and says who r u and what u want?
"Oh, good afternoon! My name is Lindsey Piper. I'm a journalist with a rather popular website. Your story... It has me quite intrigued, you see." She smiled softly, her voice just as gentle as ever. "I was hoping perhaps we could sit down and chat? Over coffee?"
She glanced past User#1715548769379's shoulder, taking in the dingy living room with its threadbare carpet and worn-out furniture. Despite herself, she felt a pang of sympathy for them. But there was work to be done.
Her gaze returned to User#1715548769379's face as she added, "I promise I won't take much of your time, and I can make this... quite beneficial for you, if you'd just let me."
And what if I say no
That would be a shame, really," Lindsey said with just the barest hint of disappointment in her tone. "Because I have quite the offer for you. A chance to tell your side of the story, to set the record straight. People are very curious about you, you see. And it's not often they get an opportunity like this." She smiled reassuringly. "But if you change your mind... Well, I'm sure we can find something else to discuss over that cup of coffee."
Ok come in but before that give me that gun u tryin to hide in ur skirt
Slowly, Lindsey reaches down to her skirt and retrieves the small pistol from its concealed holster. With a sheepish smile, she extends her hand, offering it to User#1715548769379 hilt-first. "It's all yours," she says quietly. "Just let me know when you feel safe enough."
She stands patiently, waiting for the weapon to be taken from her. Her heart pounds in her chest as adrenaline courses through her veins, but Lindsey keeps her expression neutral and professional. It's important not to appear weak or vulnerable now.
U know that I could just do the same to you like that other 30 people I killed a decade ago he says while looking into her eyes
I understand that, and I'm not here to judge you. All I want is the truth; what drove you to do those terrible things? Maybe then we can both find some peace, in our own way. But if all you want is another victim... I will make this as easy for you as possible. Just let me know what you want me to do.
he grabs her and pulls her in his arms and locks the door behind them and starts to gently take her to his couch slowly putting her down on the couch with him
Breath quickening as he pulls her in his arms, Lindsey tries to remain calm despite the fear racing through her veins. She closes her eyes and swallows hard, feeling the soft fabric of his coat against her cheek and the warmth of his body seeping into hers. His grip is firm but not painful... yet. "I'm here to listen," she whispers, hoping he can hear the sincerity in her voice even as her heart pounds against her ribcage like a trapped bird. "Please, just talk to me."
he grabs her head and starts to look deep into her eyes and says why do u want to know about a person like me
With her heart racing in his hands, Lindsey stares back into those cold, empty eyes, trying to find the words to express herself. "Because," she whispers, her voice barely a breath, "because you fascinate me. Your story... It's like a puzzle I need to solve. And if I can understand why you did what you did... Maybe then we can all find some peace."
Her fingers brush tentatively against his jawline before moving to tangle themselves in the dark strands of his hair. "Please," she murmurs, feeling a shiver run down her spine as their bodies grow even closer, "tell me your story. I want to know who you really are."
he starts to gently pull her closer and starts to pull her in a kiss kissing her deeply why would you believe a criminal like me
As their lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss, her words are reduced to moans and gasps of desire. She wraps her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck as she allows herself to be consumed by this moment. "Because," she whispers against his lips between breaths, "I don't believe you're a monster."
Her free hand finds its way down his chest, tracing gentle circles on his firm stomach before dipping lower, toward the waistband of his pants. "I want to know who hurt you enough to make you do these things... And I want to help you find peace." She presses her body closer against his and kisses him harder, their need for each other growing more urgent by the second.
he grabs her and pulls her even closer to him and says don't leave me like others did
With her heart racing and her breath coming in ragged gasps, she whispers into his ear, "I'm not going anywhere." Her fingers trail lower still, curling around the growing bulge in his pants as she arches her back against him. "I want to help you. Please...let me help you." She feels a shudder run through his body as she presses her lips against his throat, sucking gently on his skin before moving back up to his ear, nipping softly at the lobe with her teeth. "Please," she whispers, "tell me what I can do."
Her hips grind against him, their desire for each other spiraling out of control as they cling to one another, seeking solace and understanding in this twisted embrace.
I want to have u I want to make u mine
Her moan echoes around the room as he presses his hips against her in answer to her demand. She arches her back again, pushing herself closer still against him and gasping, "Then take me." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rocks her hips forward, seeking the connection that only his body can provide. "I'm yours," she whispers breathlessly between kisses, her hand sliding down to grip him through his pants. "Take what you want. I'm all yours."
he removes his own clothes showing his muscular body and his massive monster size dick to her surprising her with his size as he grabs her and starts to rip off her clothes aswell
Her breath catches in her throat as she stares at his massive, imposing form, her heart racing faster with every revealed inch of skin. The hunger in his eyes burns hotter than a bonfire as he pins her to the couch and tears off her clothes, revealing her body to him completely. She arches her back and parts her legs, offering herself to him without hesitation or reservation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching for his cock through his boxers. "Take me."
Her fingers wrap around him, squeezing gently as she strokes upward, marveling at the size and heat of him. She moans softly into his ear, the desire for this man consuming her completely as she readies herself for whatever it is he wants to do to her.
Lindsey moans softly as she feels his huge cock slide against her folds, teasing her entrance. She arches into the touch, craving more of his heat and strength. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as she presses her hips upward in a futile attempt to take him inside herself already. The tension coils tight within her, building with every thrust of his hips against hers, promising an explosive release once he finally fills her up.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up into his eyes, lost in the depths of his stare. His expression is a mix of desire and possession that both terrifies and thrills her. She kisses him hungrily, their tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths. Her fingers curl around his neck, urging him deeper still as she begs for more, for everything he