Chapter 1
"Asia...oh fuck,” he breathed, “Yes, keep going. Please don't stop." Damon Grey moaned out, he was currently handcuffed around the long thin metal pole in his basement, all clothes were gone, scattered around the basement floor like a rag-ful art display.
He was sweating profusely from the pleasuring torture he damanded from his house maid of just five weeks, Asia Steele, to perform on him.
"You love my hands wrapped around you so tightly like this hmmn?" Asia asked with a smirk etched on her lips that was in the color of red due to the heavy makeup she was wearing, which also matched with her newly red dyed hair and red body suit, snugged perfectly to her curvy figure.
"Yes please, fuck! Like that, hmmmn..." Damon nodded as he mewled out his response. This has been a constantly replayed fantasy in his head from the moment he laid eyes on Asia.
It all started from the moment when he decided that he needed a new maid to fill in for the last one.
He held an interview for a housemaid position for his big mansion-like house but he didn't need to interview anyone when the perfect maid was sitting at the back row of the room. He wasted no time in chasing away the other women and employed her instantly with no questions asked. Her body shape and overall beauty were to die for.
Asia just hummed to his response and applied more pressure to her hands wrapped around his dick to keep stroking him. She could sense he was close to getting his first orgasm, he bargained for four and they had only just begun.
Their bargain started from the day he slapped her ass when she was vacuuming under the sofa, ass out in the air in her sensual maid outfit. He wanted to dominate her but she would never allow such. A rule that must never be broken. So she kept refusing his advances until he accepted to be in the same position he wanted her in. Naked, tied to a pole and begging for a release.
"Asia! Fuck I'm going to cum!" Damon screamed like a teenage girl was who just had her clit sucked for the first time. And his legs, they were trembling.
"Really?" Asia looked up through her long, wispy black lashes to his bruised naked body from the impact of the whip lashes she had given him earlier when the game started. She was kneeling before him, as she maintained the pace of her hand stroke on his hard dick, beading precum.
"Yes-Yes! Can I?" He questioned in a shaky voice.
"Oh yes, you can, dear Damon." Her smile was sinister, she couldn't wait for him to start spurting out that white-ish thick liquidy substance.
"T-Thank you~" He grunted as he let go, letting his orgasm rack through his burning body due to the many bruises painting his body.
The moment Asia watched Damon close his eys to the intense pleasure he was feeling she pulled out the knife-like hair pain that held her ponytails together, she looked at the shiny golden sharp object and brought it to where her hand was still stroking him through his orgasm.
Slash.
"Arrrrrrggghhhh!!!" Damon cried out as he experienced a pain he has never felt in his 43 years of living. The whiplash from the sweet feeling of climaxing to the body boggling pain of getting the tip of his dick cut off completely made him almost pass out. He looked down quickly with fear-stricken eyes to see a grinning Asia holding the hair pin he has always noticed in her hair all this week, dripping blood to the tiled floor of his basement.
"How did you like that Damon Grey?" Asia got up from the floor to stand and face this man she has been meaning to kill for a while now, but she also wanted to catch her fun through it hence the delay until this fated night.
Seeing his half dick spurting out blood instead of cum made her smile so brightly. "You are so messy, you had to stain my face with your dick blood huh?" She tsked. "So disgusting but I like the way your dick looks now."
Her satisfied smile, ever present.
She stared at it like it was a rare structure at the art gallery, especially when she was the artist.
"Why?" A weak, crying Damon asked, voice shaking matching his quivering body. He was losing blood from one of the most important part of his body.
Asia smirked. Then sliced his cheek with the hair pin again.
And when she saw the thick and red liquid streaming down his face, it made her giggle.
Oh, she loved this too much. She feared she was becoming too addicted to seeing blood running down her victim's body or gushing out of their body. But coming to think of it, she is indeed addicted to seeing it and being the cause of it as this wretched man right here happens to be her 99th victim.
All male.
"You dare to ask me why, Damon?!" She shouted at his face while slicing his other cheek in a very slow manner, and his cries thrilled her even more.
"You sick murderer!" She hissed.
"Please don't kill me. Ple~"
She cut him off by stabbing his belly button with so much force. The blood that was all over the floor and his body was exciting her. She wanted to see more, she wanted to drain him out before he takes his last breath. She was born for this. Killing men.
She enjoyed watching life leave their eyes as they slump to the floor.
"I am sure those multiple women you killed before said this same thing to you, they begged you but did you ever listen?" She asked him, now walking around his body, taunting the dying man as she didn't lose her happy expression, waving the golden pin in the air.
"Please." Damon sobbed.
Asia laughed so loud and mockingly, she halted in her taunting steps around him. "You employ maids so you can take advantage of them, fuck them as you like against their will, threatening to kill their families if they don't obey you and when they tire you, you kill them and dispose them like chicken. You are a fucking sick bastard and now you are atoning for your sins." She spat on his face while simultaneously pressing the hair pin into his chest.
Then she dragged it from the top of his chest to this belly button. The knife dug through his flesh, causing a jarring pain, and he couldn’t help but to start screaming so loud.
Damond cried in pain, every part of his body was burning, his opened flesh that was dripping out blood intensified the burn.
And he began to feel weak, he was losing blood. He was losing his life, in a slow but painful way.
Who would have thought? Who would have thought that the Billionaire, Damon Grey, would be losing his life at the hands of his maid that he employed himself?
Who would have imagined that his karma was fast approaching and he was the devil’s messenger that was sent to make him experience hell on earth before he his soul goes to the real one?
Who would have thought that Damon Grey was going to die in the same manner he usually kill his previous maids who had been declared missing, but their bodies were never found?
Just who would have thought.
“Damon, Damon…” she snag, skipping slowly around him as tilted her neck to the melody of death song.
“Aren’t you gonna cum for me?” She paused and whispered into his ear. But Damon was already going, he was already ascending to the next level of hell. He was staring into the distance, as he kept crying for help that was never going to come.
His voice was low.
“Aren’t you going to praise me?” She said but he was not responding.
“Aren’t you going to respond to me? That’s rude!” She said and stabbed him in the neck. The final move.
And it was in that moment Damon was ready to say something but his hands were tied. He couldn’t hold his neck. The little attempt to stop the blood. But he was struggling to release himself.
The struggle was what finally killed him.
As he took his last breath in sheer pain, Asia shook her head and clicked her tongue.
“What a waste.” She said and graciously exited the basement. Climbed the stars while leaving trails of his blood on her hands on the white walls till she emerged in his living room.
She headed for her bedroom. Removed all of her clothing and took a good bath. Scrubbing off any hint of him and his blood.
“Was I too merciful?” She asked herself, as the water washed away the soap lather away from her body.
“Was that too fast?” She tapped her chin, thinking hard about it.
“Maybe I should have made him suffer even more.” She thought, then shook her head after a while. “Nah, I got the fool good.” She barked out a lifeless laughter. It was so monotone.
It lacked lie itself.
One could say Asia was a ghost. Souls avenger. Grim reaper of just men. Because she was not living. She didn’t feel. She didn’t see. She didn’t say. She was just existing.
She was just here for one thing. To kill.
To kill the men.
Men who have sinned greatly. Men whose money and power will make them escape justice.
And it could be way more than that.
However, for now, she just needed to get out of here before her fans catch up to her.
The cops.
Yes, they are fans. They always troupe in everywhere she kills. They loved her works. They appreciated her art. They take pictures of it and glue them to walls of their offices. They analyze her killing skills.
They praise her. And definitely will be craving for a one on one interview. But she couldn’t afford that.
A celebrity serial killer like her doesn’t have time for fan meet ups.
There’s always another man that deserves to die.
And she doesn’t like wasting time, she loves her displaying more of her artful skills for her fans.
“All done.” She smacked her lips as she admired her red lips. She had washed away the res dye in her hair, and bow, it’s all black again.
“I don’t know how you do it, Asia, but you always amaze me.” She grinned at her reflection and blew a kiss to it.
She packed her leather bags that matched with her black leather body suit. She was ready to leave her newest crime scene. And in the distance, like swarms, she heard the sirens.
It’s her fans. They’ve caught up to her. They are almost here. Except that, they will be once again… late.
“To my 100th art piece, let’s go!” She said and like a smoke that disappears into the thin air.
Asia Steele disappeared from sight.
