A Night With Minh

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don’t read it if this isn’t your cup of tea.



Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.



If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy…





I make it a point to never kill someone I know. Or rather, never to kill someone who knows me, because I often get to know details about my victims as I’m hunting them. But if she knows me, if we have established even a casual relationship, then I almost always eliminate her as a potential victim. The reason is that I would be much more likely to become a suspect to police if that woman was to disappear. Not that anyone would immediately link me to murder, but the police would question people who knew the victim, and that could include me or people who knew me. The margin for error for a serial killer in today’s world is razor thin, and as a rule, it’s much safer to kill a woman you have no connection to.
Which is why I resisted the urge to kill Minh for so long. I met her when I moved my daughter into her college dorm. As we were unpacking, the door opened and a beautiful Asian girl walked in, followed by her parents. She had beautiful deep brown eyes and a petite but spectacular body. As I chatted with her parents, I couldn’t help but think that it was a shame I wouldn’t be able to sample their daughter. She would have felt good dying beneath me, I mused.
Minh was my daughter’s roommate that year, and although she moved out to get a place off-campus her sophomore year, the two remained friends. I saw her occasionally, but not enough that she would have recognized me out of context. Each time we met I felt a fresh hunger in my loins and with pangs of regret had to force it to subside. For more than a year she was just an idle fantasy while I satisfied myself on other fare. I didn’t start to seriously think of her as prey until the night of the party.
She was involved in some university-run organization that promoted the involvement of parents in school activities. Its purpose, I suppose, was to show the parents how their kids were living, what their classrooms were like, etc. Well, Minh was throwing a party (it wasn’t really a “party” by college standards, but rather a get-together), for a dozen or so students and their parents. My daughter was of course invited, and she brought me.
Because many of the students, including Minh, were under twenty-one, there was no alcohol, and thus the atmosphere was rather laid back. Some would say it was boring, but not me. Minh, in contrast to her usually conservative attire, was wearing a short skirt. It wasn’t what I would call slutty, but it showed off her young body in a way I had never seen before. I spent the better part of the evening sneaking covert glances at her, my eyes following the curve of her hips down to her slender but shapely brownish thighs, then to her exquisite calves, slender ankles and tiny high-heeled feet. It was hard not to stare, but I had to keep from being too conspicuous. I was beginning to realize that I was going to violate my rule of not killing acquaintances. I just had to figure out how.
My lust was keeping me from thinking straight, so excused myself to the restroom to masturbate. As I stroked myself, I thought of Minh’s full lips, of her delicate neck and lively eyes. I thought of spreading those long legs of hers and fucking her as she begged me not to hurt her. I imagined by hands clamping down hard around her neck… Just then, I heard her unmistakable girlish laughter from the living room. The sound brought her essence home to me, and I came into the toilet.
When I returned to the party, I was much calmer and able to think clearly. I got myself a pop from the refrigerator and noticed a large butcher’s knife in the sink. I looked at it for a second, then returned to my daughter.
As luck would have it, she was talking with Minh. The two were laughing and generally enjoying themselves.
“You remember my dad,” said my daughter.
“How’ve you been, Mr. W____?” asked Minh. “Are you having a good time?”
I smiled wide, as I was genuinely enjoying myself, and told her she was a fine hostess.
“Could you do us a favor?” she asked, digging a digital camera out of a purse.