Handyman

Adam woke up at his usual 5:00 AM with a sliver of sunshine beaming him straight in his perfectly dark blue eyes. There was a dull ache in his head. He couldn’t tell if it was from going out with the guys, or because it’s been so long since he got his fix. He washed up, checking his immaculately straight, white teeth in the mirror before sliding on running shorts. He was about to take his daily jog. Business as usual.

Adam was a seemingly perfect male specimen, and he knew it. He used it to his advantage in every situation he could. With his handsome face and flawless charisma, he was top salesman at work. Most importantly to him, he could land any woman he chose, when the urge struck.

The urge hit him like a train when he saw the blonde woman in the park. If he were to judge based off looks alone, he could tell she was very vain, just like him. She was petite and toned, with smooth golden skin. He could see her small, smooth hands with perfectly manicured baby pink nails. He couldn’t look away.

She was stretching near a park bench. A fellow runner, she was a sitting duck to him. After a six-mile jog, he decided to stretch as well, right next to The Woman. He struck up a polite conversation, dark blue eyes and blinding smile on full display. Upon discovering she was new to the city, he asked to take her out to dinner to the “hottest place in town”. She was quick to agree. Too easy.

After another day of charming prospective clients into buying insurance, he got ready for his night out. Excitement grew in his guts and that dull headache was growing stronger. The little monster was multiplying in size. He was ready.

He picked The Woman up. He was a charming smile with a modest bouquet of bright flowers. She was giddy to accept the floral arrangement and head out to dinner with her new Prince Charming. They had their date. He said the right things, asked her about her life, and invited her back to his house for the “best glass of wine you’ve ever had”. She had a look of hesitation. He was trying his hardest to hide he was shaking and sweat was beginning to prickle his brow. She bashfully agreed, and they went back to his place for after-dinner drinks.

“I hope this kicks in fast” was playing in his head like a broken record. His own sick mantra. He had to keep up his charm as she went on endlessly about work and her average life. “Wow I’m suddenly so tired” she slurred.

“Do you want me to give you a ride home?” was the last thing she remembered. The question was accompanied by a perfect smile, but with something sinister behind it.

When her groggy eyes opened, she saw Adam over her, but he was different. He looked the same but instead of being handsome, he was frantic and sweaty. A wild, twisted smile loomed over her. Her eyes quickly drawn to the syringe in his shaking hands. She was strapped to a work bench with a blinding light overhead.

“Don’t worry, lovely. After this, you won’t be able to move at all, but you can feel everything. You’ll be a star. Smile for all the viewers.” He gestured toward a red light in the ceiling. Recording. Making another film for his beloved dark web creeps.

The terror in her eyes gave him immense pleasure. The sweet release of his built-up craving. Glimmering cleaver in hand, thunk at the wrist. His tool needed sharpening as it didn’t make it quite through. Blood was everywhere and bone and tendon were exposed. The Woman could only stare and whimper. One more thunk and the hand was off. He let out a moan of pleasure. It was his. While it was still warm, he caressed it and licked it for the camera. He let the show drag out for a few moments before biting into the flesh as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. That first bite was better than any orgasm.

His sweet date had bled out after a while. He carefully checked her non-existent pulse and tossed her in the freezer with the others. He felt alive and satisfied. “I’ll get rid of the cleaned-up bones tomorrow” he said to himself aloud admiring the scraps of his feast.

Letting out a growling, primal laugh he thought to himself, “This is why I am the Handyman.”

A few weeks had passed since his last, and he wasn’t craving yet. His followers nearly doubled. Feeling like a big man, he decided he needed a good fuck. It’s been awhile. He perused the dark alleys of the web for the classiest, priciest escort he could find. He wasn’t looking for his usual routine with women, just sex. He was still human, after all.

The Escort arrived later that evening. She was very attractive to Adam. He was really looking forward to some good, clean fun.

“Wow, you’re actually hot” the Escort told him with a coy smile. Her name was Sylvia. A charming, saleswoman of sorts. Not all that different from Adam.

“Do you think I could, like, tie you up? I’ll be gentle”. This was new to Adam, but Sylvia was so smooth he couldn’t resist.

“Yeah. All I have is some old scarves. Not really into kinky stuff. That work?”

“Yes perfect!” she giggled.

While he was off digging for old musty scarves, Sylvia was scoping out the bedroom. She noticed a slightly cluttered dresser facing the bed. Perfect.

Adam was tied up and joyfully awaiting what was next. Sylvia straddled his muscular frame, kissing his neck, moaning, and trying so hard to keep up her act. She got up and went to her purse. Adam’s excitement grew, as he wondered what sort of amazing evening of pleasure he was in for. Before he knew what was happening, a knife was in his abdomen, slicing all the way down. He shrieked like a wild animal.

Just finish the job and you’ll get your dope; Sylvia’s mind was racing yet dragging simultaneously.

When he was sliced, she reached into the bloody, gaping wound pulling out handfuls of entrails and anything else she could fit in her hands. She held the bloody mess up to her face, giving a sexy look at the blinking red light. A quick, sensual lick at entrails. One deep bite into the rubbery intestines. Slurrrp. The situation and her dope sickness got the best of her. She vomited uncontrollably at the mess tied to the bed.

Oh well, it’ll add to the show for the sickos. One more smile at the camera and then I can get my fix.

She wrapped up the show and cleaned up the best she could. Nothing in the world can wash out the taste of blood, fecal matter, vomit.

She was looking around to see if there was anything in the house worth pawning off. Less shows, but more drugs was her goal these days. Nothing. Just a regular dude’s house.

She made her way to the basement. Opened the freezer out of pure curiosity and nearly threw up again. A freezer chest of dead bodies.

I gotta let the guys at headquarters know about this. Our views will be through the roof. We won’t even have to kill anyone for the extreme vids….