DB Chapter 10

 10. The Missing Child

They didn’t manage to reach the garden when Adrian’s phone rang. When he looked at the name on the screen, he first hesitated to answer but picked it up anyway. “Hello, Mr. Andrews,” he greeted. He heard a sob at the other end of the call. “What’s wrong, Mr. Andrews? Why are you crying?” He asked as he stopped dead in his tracks. He appeared to be concerned about the man on the line.

The tall man behind him just loomed over and looked down on him with a smile on his face. It was like he was looking at a precious specimen in front of him. He couldn’t help but to inch closer to the body of the beautiful man and feel his body heat. The voice at the other end of Adrian’s phone sobbed again before he spoke. “Mr. McGroy, my son is missing. Collin is missing. The police are here. They wanted to speak to you as well. You are his art teacher after all,” the man informed.

Adrian has a horrified look on his face. “Missing?! When did this happen?! Okay, okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he confirmed and hung up the phone. He then looked at the man behind him while untying the rope. “I’m sorry, Devon, I need to leave. Something came up.”

“Already on a first name basis, huh? Uncle~...” he teased.

Adrian chooses to ignore him. He smiles slightly in reply and says; “please deliver my sincere apology to Victor, Kevin, and Lady Rebecca. Good night. Have fun.” He then quickly walks away to head for his car parked near the gates of the manor. When he reaches his car and gets into the driver’s seat, his face is no longer of concern or panic. He looks disturbingly calm and collected. 

A smile is curved slightly on his lips to a thought. They will never find him. They will never find Collin. That boy is already ‘inside’ of him. The best that he can do is to be there and to grieve along with Collin’s family. He will try as much as possible to help the police with their investigation and might as well mislead them away from suspecting himself as the killer. With that in mind, he drives away. 

He is reminded of that night when he made Collin his. The fragile body that could easily break under him. How he had kissed the soft small lips of his and their tongues intertwined. He was so adorable, small and innocent. It started with a little teasing. Hurt them, coax them. Easy. Children are the easiest people to please. They are so forgiving and able to enjoy pleasure effortlessly. They are simple-minded and trusting. Too trusting.

That was why Adrian had to save them. He licks his lips as he thinks of that day. The cold skin of the dead. Tight asshole that sucked his dick as he pounded in and out of the dead flesh. No reaction. No moans. Just the sounds of flesh slapping over and over. He loves the dead. They are the most obedient lovers. Adrian had kissed the blue lips and the pale skin. He had looked into the dead eyes as he spread Collin’s legs apart and fucked him hard. Collin didn’t even complain. That expressionless face was beautiful. He had violated the corpse with his semen. The sight of his semen leaks out of the corpse’s asshole was intriguing and fresh.

He had cut out the skin of the corpse as gently as he could. Even as he mutilated him, he was nothing but a romantic lover. He appreciated the beauty of the flesh being torn apart, the wonderful colour of red and black. He treated the organs with care and love. Even when he sliced them, marinated them, and cooked them, he did it all with love. He had preserved their innocence and beauty at his best. He loved them. He loved them all. Making them a part of him was the rightest thing to do. It was the most logical course of action. They will never know the pains of adulthood.

With a smile on his face, he feels blessed to the idea that Collin is nothing more but a missing child now, engraved in perpetual bliss and beauty.

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