Death Dreams Read Online T.S. McKinney

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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“Yes! Sanders Brus’ Frozen Delights! Her father owns a business that sells walk-in freezers!” Jeremy exclaimed. “You’re fucking brilliant, Ry!” Jeremy slammed his laptop shut. “Hold on, Remi! We are so fucking close, baby!”

“How far?” Ryder asked, a tremor in his voice.

“Two blocks. The warehouse is two blocks away. Let’s go.”

Ryder started to run for the door, but paused long enough to say, “I love you, Remi. Stay with me, okay? I only need five minutes. You can give me five minutes, baby. I know you can. You’re the strongest man I’ve ever met.”

Eric watched through the square-shaped window of the freezer where he’d locked the man who’d interfered with his plans. He’d spent the last hour absolutely gloating in his victory. Just as he’d hoped, the people who lived at the house where the police captain visited had eventually left the safety of their home. He’d watched, in disbelief, through his binoculars, as they’d loaded a diver’s air tank into their Jeep, backed out, and turned their vehicle in the direction of where he’d left Ron Perry to drown. He’d followed them and waited for the first opportunity to grab one of the trio.

The other two called him Remi and tried to protect him. He had no idea why. He had no idea how they knew of his plans. Hell, he knew very little…except that they were going to die. Death-by-freezing, his plan for Melissa, seemed like the most logical way to take out the first one.

Yes, he’d spent most of the time gloating but now…things didn’t feel right. Something was off. Why was his victim laying down…looking all peaceful and shit? Surely the kid knew that taking a nap was the worst possible thing to do in the position he was in? Yeah, he had to know that.

Yet, he’d laid down to take a nap after he’d spent a few minutes pacing the length of the small freezer…talking to invisible people. He could hear the words clearly through the recorder he’d placed in the freezer. Part of his fun was watching and listening to them suffer, so planting the recorder had been necessary for his entertainment.

He’d stopped being entertained several minutes ago.

Why would he be talking to someone about having a pet rat after they’d been killed by rats?

A threesome?

Who was he talking to?

No…it couldn’t be. The thoughts flashing in his mind weren’t possible. He didn’t believe in such things. It wasn’t possible.

Chills raced up and down his spine. Was Veronica here? Gary? Were they watching him? Could they touch him? He stepped away from the window. For the first time since learning of Joshua’s death, he tasted fear. Death by cop was one thing. Facing the people that he’d slowly killed was something different altogether. He didn’t intend to do it.

The boy was practically dead now, so there was no reason for him to hang around. The bastard hadn’t even screamed or cried, only flipped a bird like he’d known someone was watching. He didn’t like it when they didn’t get a serious case of the terrors. Yeah, he was wasting his time with this one. Hell, not only wasting his time, but the weird fucker was making him question his sanity. There was no fucking way Veronica and Gary were in that freezer with him. He didn’t believe in ghosts. If they existed, Joshua would have come to visit him.

Feeling safe and secure again, he peeked into the freezer window one more time, tapped on the glass, and grinned when his captive didn’t make a move. The man’s lips, fingers, and toes were turning a blueish-white color. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. After a quick check to ensure the video feed was still recording so he’d be able to enjoy it later. Yep, things were going smoothly.

Finally; he was back on track.

A part of him wanted to stick around and kill the remaining people on his list, but another part had decided he wanted to live after all. As it turned out, he might have found his calling. Torturing and murdering Joshua’s enemies had started with gaining revenge for his beloved son. It ended with him learning how much pleasure hurting others gave him. There was still time for him to disappear into another country, count his money, and spend the remainder of his days delighting himself with the terror and destruction of others. With enough imagination on his part, he could pretend the ones he selected were somehow connected to those who hurt Joshua.

After blowing a kiss to the near-dead man, Eric turned away, intending to make his getaway, and walked straight into a punch that slammed into his jaw with enough force to propel his body backward hard enough to crash him into the metal freezer door. The back of his head made a horrible sound as flesh met metal, but before he could even whimper in pain, hands grabbed his shoulders and slammed him to the concrete floor.


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