The Liberator

I murder men. Ok, that sounded bad. I don’t just murder men for fun. Not that I don’t have fun doing it but I only murder the one’s that deserve it. Under what circumstances does a man deserve to be murdered? I’d love to say just for breathing but unfortunately I have somewhat of a moral code. I murder the real low down filthy f*****g vermin of the world. The kind of men that have to take women against their will in order to feel powerful. Like most girls I have a story, a story that I won’t be talking about right now. As fate would have it my best friend Amara is a cop. How lucky am I that she got tired of seeing all these men that r**e, m****t, and abuse women and children serve little to no time usually getting off with a slap on the wrist. One night after a particularly nasty f**k wad got let off with 6 months probation Amara and I decided we should take matters into our own hands. David Turner, age 36, r***d a 13 year old girl at gunpoint in the woods on her way home from school. The f*****g bastard was smiling in his mugshot. He was our first kill and it was over more quickly than I would’ve liked. We were inexperienced so when I stabbed him in his thigh I hit his femoral artery. He bled out but before he faded away I made sure he knew the reason he was dying. I expected to feel guilty, feel some kind of remorse for taking a human life but I didn’t and I still haven’t. Amara doesn’t have the stomach for it. She threw up and was sick for days after we killed that guy. She didn’t feel bad about it but all the blood made her squeamish so she is more of the inside woman. She gathers the information I need about the guys and she tags along with me when the time comes to pounce just in case anything goes wrong. I’ve only ever had one instance where a sick f**k got the upper hand on me. Amara barged in and tased him before things escalated too far. I only ended up with a black eye some bruised ribs and a split lip. I tortured the prick extra long for it. Amara has never questioned why she sometimes has to wait hours for me, I think a part of her knows but doesn’t want to hear it out loud. I play with my food, it’s not like they don’t deserve it. A quick death wouldn’t be justice. They didn’t make it quick when they violated women and children in the worst possible ways. I find it poetic to drag out their deaths. Right now I’m casing out a guy that gets off on beating women to the brink of death when he f***s them. The cops haven’t arrested him because the women “consented” to it. Poor guy will meet his maker tonight. The club I’m in is loud and smoky making me feel suffocated. I can barely hear Amara through my ear piece that she stole for us from the department. “Do you see him?” She’s referring to Dorian Rivers AKA scum bag “No” I say loudly pushing my ear piece into my ear I make my way to the bar feeling overly exposed in the outfit I’m wearing. It’s not my usual attire but from what I’ve learned Dorian likes girls that dress overly slutty so I had to play the part tonight. The tight black dress I’m in barely covers my a** and my t**s are squished so far up in it I keep having to make sure my n*****s haven’t popped out. The heels I’m in make me at least 4 inches taller putting me at about 5’9. “Can I buy you a drink?” A voice asks from behind me. I turn to see who my pursuer is ready to tell him to f**k off but apparently lady luck is on my side tonight because when I turn I see the face of the demon himself, Dorian. He’s an attractive man which is why it’s such a shame he’s a piece of s**t. I put on my brightest smile even though the way his eyes are raking over my body makes me want to vomit all over his what I’m sure are overly expensive dress shoes. “I don’t think so” I say turning away from him. A guy like him likes to chase “Why not?” He pushes leaning in so close to me I can smell his cologne. I would tell him he should do about 5 less sprays if it weren’t for the fact that after tonight he will never have to worry about putting cologne on again. “Why should I?” I challenge making a large smile spread across his face. I’ve read his victims statements. Dorian likes a feisty woman, he likes them to fight him when he’s assaulting them. “If you let me buy you a drink it could lead to the best night of your life” He has a cocky smirk on his face that I just want to smack off. He should be behind bars getting his face beat in the same way he does to innocent women but instead he’s here on the hunt for another victim. Unfortunately for him, he thinks he’s hunting me but it’s me hunting him. When I throw my head back and laugh he gives me a look of confusion. “Does that actually work for you?” He looks like he wants to hit me but we are in a much too public place for his liking. “I usually don’t have to get past asking to buy a drink” He smiles at me before waving for the bartender “You’re just that charming, huh?” I smirk at him. He thinks he’s got me roped in and I’ll let him continue to believe it. “What can I get you?” The bartender cuts in. Dorian looks at me waiting to see if I’m going to tell the bartender what I want. “I’ll have a vodka cran no ice” I don’t mind getting a little buzz for when I murder the handsome demon beside me. “I’ll have a bud light” I roll my eyes at his order, he looks like a f*****g bud light kind of guy. “What’s your name?” I ask hating that I have to engage in conversation with him. The only comfort I have is knowing I’ll be the last female interaction he will ever have. “Dorian. What’s yours?” The bartender comes over with our drinks. I take a big drink before I answer him. “Lilith” He raises his eyebrows. I love my name, it fits me perfectly with my dark black hair and matching eyes. Oh and the fact I’m a murderer. I don’t see what I do as murder though, I see it as liberation. “Are you a demon, Lilith?” He moves in close to me thinking he’s come up with a smooth line “What you do you think, Dorian?” I bite my lip c*****g my head sideways looking up at him seductively. I want to gag at the way he slowly rakes his eyes down my body. I’m sure he’s thinking I’m small and will be easy to dominate but that’s where he’s wrong. I try to avoid fighting if I can because I am small and a lot of the time these guys are a lot bigger than me so I opt for drugging them. I do train though just in case I ever have a slip up. “I think we should get out of here” He’s so sure of himself I want to laugh but I don’t because I’m tired of conversing with him frankly. Amara tells me she’s waiting in the alley by the club giving me the all clear. I stand from the bar stool taking his hand in mine leading him to the side entrance of the club. If he’s confused as to why I’m leading him out into a dark alley he doesn’t voice it. Once we are out of the club he grabs me by my hair pushing me up against the brick wall crashing his lips to mine. He tastes like f*****g poison because that’s exactly what he is. “What the f**k!” He pulls away grabbing is neck “I just injected you with a mild tranquilizer, it should take infect in less than a minute” I tell him as he drops down to his knees. I wish I had a picture of the surprised expression on his face when he saw the needle in my hand. “There’s mouthwash in the car” Amara says as she walks up to me “Thank f**k” I say spitting on the ground wanting to get rid of the taste of him. Amara helps me drag the heavy bastard to the car where we not so gently toss him into the trunk. “Time to have some fun” I clap my hands and Amara looks at me like I’m a f*****g crazy person. Maybe I am.