DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) Read Free Page B

school. Driving into the sun, she noticed what was left of the now forgotten winter on the front of the car. The filth of a few snowstorms from early March made a mess of the city, and of her once clean Mercedes SUV. Now well on its way to May, the threat of snow was over. Meghan was prideful of her Mercedes; and the winter’s grime made it look cheap and not unlike all of the other cars on the road.
    Cleaning the car, relaxing with a cup of coffee, and an early lunch quickly became the plan to get the mother through the child’s school day.
    The secluded car wash was a departure from her typical route, but the car wash was a self-service type. Something about washing the car was satisfying to her - a form of reassurance that she didn’t necessarily need a man in her life.
    As she drove into the car wash, she was relieved that there were no lines. It should take her twenty minutes to wash the car, and then she could relax at the coffee shop for a good part of Amanda’s school day. As she parked the car in the stall she reached for her purse.
    As she sat in the stall, a white BMW sedan watched from the road that accessed the car wash. Calmly, the driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Somewhat impatient, the driver took a sip from his cup of coffee as the music continued to play.
    As Meghan opened the door of her SUV and stepped into the wash bay, she thought of her daughter and smiled.
    The driver placed his coffee back in the cup holder and inched forward toward the entrance.
    As she fed her bills into the change machine, the white sedan inched toward the stall directly behind her. The driver smoothly turned the car in a semi-circle, and backed into the stall next to the vacuum machine. The maneuver went unnoticed by the woman.
    Ryan reached into his pocket and removed two quarters for the vacuum. As he stepped out of the car, he admired the tone of the woman’s skin. This, to him, was his most important victim. This would allow the game to begin. The game would fuel him to continue, and the continuance would assure him of his calculating nature.
    They were wrong about me, he thought as he placed the quarters in the machine.
    As Ryan began to vacuum the car, Meghan turned and faced him for a split second. Her smile caused him a brief moment’s satisfaction. Satisfaction, in this form, was something that he cherished.
    As she turned back toward the machine, he removed an eight inch long piece of tape, handcuffs, and a Tazer from the trunk. Quickly and fluidly, he approached Meghan from behind. As his hand cupped her mouth, he pulled one of her arms behind her back. With the tips of his fingers, he secured the tape over her mouth. The entire process took less than three seconds.
    As Ryan pulled her other hand to her back, he secured the loose handcuff. Swiftly, he picked her from her feet, and took three long steps to the trunk of the car. Carefully lowering her in the trunk, he pulled the vacuum hose and placed it back into the retainer beside the machine.
    Quickly, Ryan closed the trunk of the car and scanned the lot for any witnesses. Satisfied that there were no onlookers, he pushed his hands into the front pockets of his slacks, inhaled through his mouth, and smiled.
    As Ryan exhaled through his nose, his lips formed a smirk. Content with his accomplishment, he pulled his hands from his pockets, opened the car door, and got in.
    Ryan buckled his seat belt, shifted the car into gear, and slowly pulled from the lot. He drove away quite certain that there would be no one who could hear his new passenger. He had reinforced the trunk with sound deadening material and another inner layer of steel. The ten mile ride to his home would be unnerving to his new passenger, but would provide him no displeasure what so ever.
    Ryan removed his coffee cup from the cup holder and took a long drink. As he turned the music volume up, he pressed his index finger to his eye, against the lid. His eye