Sara The Devil E-Book

Michael Gallagher

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

Sara The Devil is a new thriller/horror from new author Michael J Gallagher. Sara Price is killing men, treating them the way she had been treated since the abuse received from her Uncle. She meets Gary but the old issues are there bubbling away in her head. Contains sexual content, language, and violence. This book is recommended for ages 17 and up.

Leseprobe

Michael Gallagher

Sara The Devil

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John and Hague

John's neck snapped with a loud crack as his dining table chair was kicked from beneath his battered and bloody body. The studio flat smelt of blood and whilst his torso twitched with the last remnants of life, the girl in the red dress stood watching, a smile forming across her lips. The knife she was holding tapping the side of her leg, blood dripping onto the white carpet that had witnessed their sexual releases earlier that afternoon, the smell of sex now tarnished with the aroma of blood.

The girl was Sara Price, his girlfriend. They had seen each other every day for the last six weeks, having met in a pub near where he worked.

“Alright darlin’?”

He had said, wobbling and almost falling over, as he stood there.

“So what’s a nice girl like you doing in a..”

She had stopped him with a hand in the air.

“Not that old favourite! Buy me a drink and I might tell you!”

The pretty blonde had surprised him with her response, sobering him up enough to chat to her for the rest of the evening. They had eventually stumbled out of the pub at closing time and shared a taxi to his basement studio flat in Rochester, where they spent the night together.

Sara scanned the dark tatty dining room. She was looking for Hague, John's best friend, who had called at the front door minutes earlier. She found him. Her eyes open wide, smiling at her handy work.

“There you are you unlucky fuck. So you thought you would spoil the party did you?”

Hague lay in a pool of dried dark red blood, almost black in the dark light. His neck sliced in a sort of smiley face, the look on what was left of his face, was pure horror. His left eye was missing, with just a small black hole where it should have been. His nose was shattered, pieces of bone poking through tight red skin. To end the horrific injuries, Hague was missing his jaw that Sara had carved off using the knife.

The room was now silent apart from a small cackling laugh that had begun in Sara's throat.

“Oh well boys shouldn't think you'll be partying tonight will you.”

She said it as she walked passed the now still John. The sun had now started to creep through the crack in the drawn curtains. They had always closed the curtains when having sex in the afternoon. Although no one could see, Sara didn't like the thought of anyone seeing her naked, in fact it was quite rare for John to see her “private areas” as she called them. She would always keep her bra and knickers on until the moment before intercourse. Even though she was obsessed with the man, she liked to keep some things to herself.

Sara decided to keep the curtains closed and strolled towards the PC on the computer table where the screen saver was still scrolling across the bright red background. The large yellow words read:

“Sara & John Forever”

“Sara & John Forever”

“Sara & John Forever”

“Sara & John Forever”

Next to the PC were discs and various items of paperwork from the bank where John worked in Bexley, Kent. He had worked there for nearly two years and had expected a promotion but was disappointed when the pay rises were given out and he had received his annual appraisal. He had spoken to his boss but had received a mediocre response and so had decided to search for other jobs. He had searched on the Internet but finally Hague had recommended a woman at “Cheryl’s Recruitment Services” whom had found him a vacancy. The only issue was that it was in Newcastle.

Alison had known Sara from a previous client of hers.

John had been to the interview and received a job offer the next week. Better money and better prospects.

There was also a letter from on the table from Alison Jacobs at the recruitment agency that confirmed the job move to Newcastle. This was the letter that had started the row that had ended so abruptly just a few minutes earlier.

Sara had hated the thought of John meeting someone else and had lost her temper, and what a temper. John had known about it previously and had spoken with Hague, who had warned him when they talked about his move to Newcastle.

“She's gonna lose it big time I tell you. Alison at the Agency told me about the last guy she was seeing, apparently he tried to ditch her but she kept calling him, writing letters and causing hassle where he worked”.

“Yeah, Yeah, whatever” John had said. “If she really loves me as much as she says she'll just be a bit moody and then cool down. I mean we can stay in touch and well, Newcastle isn’t that far away”.

“Well I hope that's the case mate, coz I heard this ex of hers disappeared, you know Fatal Attraction and all that!”

They both laughed, smoked and drunk the night away, until neither of them could stand. John had slurred some words to Hague as he struggled out of the taxi, but Hague didn't understand what he had said.

“Anyway, I s'pose I better tell her I'm leafing tomorrow and if she don't like it I'll flash me knob and she'll agree to anything!”

As Sara read John's letter, her cackle of laughter changed as a new rage engulfed her. Her heart began beating faster and breathing heavier, she turned around to where John was hanging, his trousers still around his ankles where he had flashed his erection at her.

“But you said you loved me, you said you'd do anything for me!”

John said, laughing out loud. He thought it was so funny, standing there with his cock in his hand, his face all red from laughing so loudly.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

She had screamed at him, her face turning red, spit shooting from her mouth.

“Huh?”

He was taken aback as Sara had never sworn.

“How could you do this to me, we're meant to be together don't you understand? You can't leave; you're mine. You stupid bastard!”

“OK Sara honey let’s talk about it I can...”

It was too late. Sara had twisted around to reach for the nearest object; one of the black kitchen knives that had just been dried and was sitting on a pile of removal boxes behind her. In one move she picked up the knife, spun around and slashed the tip of John's penis clean off, a spurt of blood shot out and left a trail on her red dress.

John stood in silence, too shocked to scream. Staring down at his groin, blood spurting in a long trail, as if he was going to the toilet on his way home from the pub.

“Not so fucking hard now is it?”

The blonde laughed, moving closer to him.

“Jesus Oh my god!! What have you done?”

John wailed, as he fell screaming down onto his knees to the floor in agony, holding his now limp penis between both hands trying vainly to stop the blood spurting from between his fingers.

Sara stood above him, moving her left foot away from the pool of blood now accumulating on the floor around John. Her eyes red with anger and her mouth wide open with spit running down her chin, her face now even redder than before.

“You stupid fuck! Its' what you deserve”

John couldn't move; he was in agony. What had happened to the sweet, carefree girl he knew and loved?

The doorbell rang.

“Shall we see who that is then honey?”

Sara had scowled. As she turned to walk towards the door, she lifted her foot and pounded the heal of her stiletto into Johns face, his front teeth snapping, blood pouring from his mouth. He lost consciousness and she picked up the kitchen knife from the floor.

“Hello Hague, how are you sweetie?”

She said, her red face peering round the corner of the door.

“Hi Sara, just come to say good luck to John”.

“Oh, can I get him to give you a call, we just, well you know. That’s the problem with a studio flat you don't get any privacy”.

She had said it innocently, but Hague was annoyed. He could see she was flushed, and pretended to push the door open in attempt get in the flat.

“Oh come in then you might get an eyeful though!”

She opened the door into the dark room behind her.

Hague found it difficult to see with the bright sunshine outside, his eyes squinting to see into the room.

He had found it surprising that Sara was in such a good mood considering the bad news she would have just received. He assumed that her red blushing face was due to her “well, you know” as she had explained. Hague thought he might see some flesh and brushed passed her, feeling her breasts against his chest. She was wearing “that” red dress, the one that clung to her body and showed off her tanned legs. She never seemed to flaunt her body, but she did seem a bit of a tease with her fluttering eyelashes, and sometimes used a sort of innocent baby voice when she didn't understand a joke. Hague had fantasised about her many times since seeing her red dress for the first time a couple of months before. He had been sitting opposite her in the pub and couldn't keep his eyes off her legs, they were long, slim and shiny, perfect, he thought. He kept thinking to himself “go on uncross your legs, show me”, and then she did. It wasn't like his fantasy though, she had knickers on, red knickers, and then he remembered, she adored his best friend.

Hague and John had been best friends since their fight on the opening day of secondary school some ten years ago. They were both now Twenty and Hague was upset with the idea that John maybe leaving to go up north to work. They were very close and it had caused problems with both their girlfriends before but not with Sara. Like Hague, most of John's friends fancied Sara but would never have made a move on her. She was beautiful and would turn heads wherever she went, and such a sweet girl, who literally did everything John wanted her to do. She never argued, swore or became abusive and was sometimes over polite. This suited John who had his fair share of weird girlfriends before. He was pleased for the little guy, so called because he was only five foot five, but he made up for it in other ways. He was a very loud person. The only thing John didn't like was that Sara was taller than him, only by a couple of inches but when she wore heels he felt a bit intimidated. He tended to take it out on her by taking the piss, calling her skinny or bulimic, much to the amusement of Hague and his friends, but Hague could tell she got upset with some of things he said just to get a laugh.

As he stepped further into the room, continuing to squint to see where his friend was, Sara closed the door and followed closely behind. She suddenly grabbed his left hand and turned him around to face her. For a brief moment Hague thought she was going to kiss him.

Hague didn’t see the knife in her hand, but saw the shape of it as she drew her right hand up between them and forcefully stabbed him through his left eye socket. His eye squelched and split as the knife passed through the socket and into the bone and out the side of his head between his eye and ear. He had no time to scream as his six-foot frame fell to the floor onto his knees in front of her. She kicked him hard in the lower back, dropping the knife on the floor beside them.

Hague now fell, head first onto the floor reeling with pain, not understanding what was going on. Sara knelt over him grabbing his long ponytail, pulling his head back and cracking his face on to the concrete floor again and again feeling his face and nose splitting under the force.

There was blood everywhere, her red dress splattered with pieces of bone and dripping with blood. Hague was spluttering and gurgling, trying to speak. He started moaning loudly, trying in vain to turn over.

She groped for the knife on the floor beside them, picking it up wiping it on her sleeve, something she laughed about later. Why wipe it? It’s not going to be clean again.

She jumped on Hague’s, back forcing him down onto his front again. Pulling his head up by his ponytail she started to slice his neck with fast right and left movements, through his thick stubble that seemed to have been growing for ages. Sara couldn't understand that he was still moving and increased the speed with which she was slicing away at Hague’s neck. She straddled his back and felt her knees slide into the increasing amount of blood on the floor below them. Sara started enjoying herself, not thinking about the future, she had done it before and would probably do it again. Hague started making gargling noises from his throat and she immediately moved the slicing motion to the corner of his mouth in movements as if she was cleaning his teeth, but not actually touching his teeth with the knife. She started carving his jaw like a chef at a Sunday carvery. After a couple of minutes, now dripping in blood and sweat, his jaw clicked out of place and she tore it from his face. Hague was now on his back and his one good eye finally closed, the startled expression fading and started twitching. She had thought of pretending to eat his flesh, as the last remnants of life slipped away but as she licked her lips her mind went back to John, now kneeling in the corner of the room.

As she stood up, Sara kicked Hague one last time whilst stepping over him and walked over to John. Her dress had risen and was now above her hips, she tugged it down, brushing pieces of bone onto the floor. Some of the pieces stuck to her hand and she tried to blow them off.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me”

John moaned, spitting out blood from his mouth.