His Friend's Girl

Edward tossed the hand across the table, a slight hint of annoyance on his face. He was currently in the basement of his friend William’s place, playing another round of poker he definitely didn’t have the funds to keep affording. Edward sat on the hard wooden chair, shifting uncomfortably as his chubby frame tried to find a more suitable position. His casual outfit—a well-worn navy blue t-shirt and faded jeans—felt constrictive as he fidgeted, clearly frustrated. His short, curly hair seemed almost to bristle with his irritation, and his round glasses kept slipping down his nose, prompting him to push them back up with an annoyed huff. His sneakers tapped restlessly on the floor, and his usually cheerful face was set in a frown, his brows furrowed as he stared ahead. He tossed the cards on the table, saying fold as he slumped back in his chair.

In the middle stood a large, circular poker table with worn green felt, surrounded by mismatched but comfortable chairs. To one side, there was a small bar area, which the men had been indulging almost all night. It was stocked with bottles ranging from top-shelf whiskey to cheap beer. 

Edward was facing three men, William, the host, his best friend Ben, and George, who had just stood up after losing all his chips for the evening. Edward's best friend, Ben, looked much stronger than he was. He was Chinese American with a thick  muscular frame, accentuated by his broad shoulders and well-toned arms. Ben's short, jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his dark, piercing eyes seemed to calculate each and every one of Edward’s expressions as they played. 

William stared between the two of them, his eyes narrowed before he tossed his cards aside, sighing as Ben pulled all of his remaining chips into his pile, “well, that’s me for the night. I hate how it’s always you two at the end.” He pushed away from the table, joining George at the bar.

“You’re almost out of chips, too,” Ben said to Edward. “I’m going to completely destroy you.”

Edward rolled his eyes, “that’s what you always say.” Ben dealt their cards, and Edward peaked his, already feeling better about the evening. He was going to win this for sure. He tried to minimize any expression on his face, but Ben was so good at reading him after years of friendship he didn’t think there was anything he could do to hide how he was really feeling. Ben was just so intuitive, and was an absolute bitch to play poker with. 

He raised the hand, making Edward push off the table and stare at him, “really?”

“Yes, really.” Edward sighed, and pushed the rest of his chips off the table. This was it, he had nothing left. He had to win this one or his girlfriend was going to be so pissed. 

“What about we raise the ante?” Ben asked, a smirk playing on his face.

“How?” Edward asked, feeling both anxious and excited at the same time. Ben was always good at coming up with good ideas, though most of them turned out somewhat disastrous at the end. 

“What do you have to offer me?” Ben pushed.

“You know I’m low on funds at the moment,” Edward said. He didn’t hide anything from Ben.

“No, I don’t care about money. You know what I do care about though?” 

“What?”

“Your new girlfriend.”

“Dude, I’m not going to give you my girlfriend,” Edward replied at once. He had started dating Kate about a month ago, and had known Ben was into her as soon as he saw a picture of them on his phone. The more Edward told him about her, the more fascinated Ben was, to the point where Edward had decided not to discuss her anymore, since it was obviously killing Ben inside that he wasn’t dating her. 

“I’m sure you have some nudes or something you can give me. C’mon,” Ben said.

Edward thought about it… he did have a picture of her in his pocket, one completely topless, and if he won this hand, which he knew he would for sure, Ben would be willing to go all-in just to get his hands on it. He would win the night’s chips for sure, and he really needed it to pay for his gas. “Okay, but I think the picture I have in my pocket right now deserves all of your chips. All of them,” he emphasized.

Ben’s smirk widened as he said, “deal.” He slid all of his chips across the table, and Edward did the same with the photo but with it faced down. The men stared at each other for a few seconds before they flipped their cards open at the same time. Edward cried out when he saw it - he had completely miscalculated, and had not only lost the picture of Kate but all his chips as well. Fuck, he was completely and utterly screwed. How did Ben always get so lucky? 

Ben was ecstatic, and flipped the photo from the middle of the table, exposing Kate’s picture to both of them. She was a cute blonde, short and skinny with relatively small breasts. Edward had taken the polaroid photo of her after they fucked, and it showed her smiling up at him from the sheets with a lazy grin on her face and her nipples erect. She had freckles dotted across her cheeks, and Edward had always thought it made her look very innocent, which was similar to her personality. It was no wonder both him and Ben found her to be very attractive. 

“Happy now?” Edward said, slumping back in his chair. He can’t tell Kate that he lost the photo… she was fine with him being broke, but losing something like that to a friend in a poker game, she wouldn’t ever trust him again. It was good she hadn’t met Ben yet.

Ben picked the photo up and studied it, a grin clear on his face. “She’s stunning, you’re a lucky guy.” 

Edward rolled his eyes and stood up, wanting to leave the basement and go back to Kate before he did anything more stupid than what he had just done. “Wait, don’t go,” Ben said. 

Edward turned around, disgruntled, “what, what else could you possibly want from me?”

“I want a night with Kate. Just one night,” Ben said, still clutching the picture in his hands. 

Edward laughed out loud. “Yeah, right.” He’d never been so disappointed in his best friend. They had met in college during a party, though he’d never actually seen his friend at a party again. He’d always been a huge introvert, calculative and keeping to himself. 

“No, I’m serious. I will let you win tonight, give you all my chips, everything, if you just give me one night with her. I know how desperate you are for some cash, Edward,” Ben stood up, looking eye to eye with him.

“Seriously? You like her that much? I thought it was just a simple crush,” Edward said. 

“Yes, I like her that much,” Ben admitted. “I dream about her every night. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I’ve never seen you like this before.” Edward knew the money from one poker game wouldn’t contribute much to his expenses, but the intensity in which Ben was staring at him… He was a much older friend to him than Kate was a girlfriend, so he owed more loyalty to him than he did to Kate. Kate wasn’t something that belonged to him, though, and he knew she wouldn’t say yes. He would have to somehow get her to do it. 

“Well, what do you say?” Ben asked, like he could tell Edward had changed his mind. 

“Okay. One night. I’ll let you have her,” he said, whispering so the other two men wouldn’t hear what he had agreed to. 

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The following night, Edward sat in his car, trying his best to smile at his girlfriend as he rounded the corner. “When are you going to tell us where we’re going?” She said, trying to look outside the car to gauge her location.

“I told you it was a secret,” Edward replied, as the two of them pulled up in the location he had Ben had agreed on. It was an old warehouse that everyone in town knew was abandoned, and Ben had promised he had everything set up for an evening with Kate. Edward had considered changing his mind about the proposal multiple times. He couldn’t believe he was choosing Ben over Kate, and he felt completely despicable doing it. She was such an innocent girl, so blindingly trusting, and he was going to completely ruin her innocence by giving her to his best friend. He couldn’t have said no to Ben, though. Ben didn’t take no for an answer, and he was so rich now with his software business he regularly paid Edward sums to help with his loans. Without Ben’s help, Edward would’ve been homeless by now. He didn’t care for Kate enough to give that up. “We’re here,” he said, shutting his engine off and turning to face her. 

“Uh… are you sure? This doesn’t look like a good place for a date,” she said. 

“Yeah, I want to bring you up to the roof and show you the stars,” he lied. He hoped the look on his face wasn’t the one he had during poker, because everyone seemed to be able to read him. 

She nodded hesitantly, then opened the door. As soon as she shut it behind her, he started the engine up again, and drove off, his heart racing faster than it's ever been before as he left her behind. He was going to hell for this.

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“Edward?! Edward?! What are you doing?!” Kate yelled after her boyfriend. She was wearing a tight white shirt with black leopard prints and jean short shorts. She hadn’t known if she was supposed to dress up or not, but Edward had told her to look casual. It was a little chilly now, and she rubbed her arms from the cold air, turning around and around to see if there was anything familiar to her. It was hard to see from the car, but she realized at once they were in the old warehouse in the center of town. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she felt at once like someone was watching her. 

She pushed her fingers into her pockets and tried to fish out her phone, but realized it wasn’t on her. When had she dropped it? Had Edward taken it from her when she wasn’t paying attention? There was definitely something going on, and she didn’t like it at all. She began walking away from the warehouse towards the suburban area, hoping she could get someone to get help for her, but stopped when she heard the sounds of crunching footsteps. “Hello?” she said, her voice low and terrified.

“Hi, Kate,” a friendly voice said. 

She turned around, spotting an East-Asian guy with a grin on his face. He was buff, and wore a tight black shirt that accented his arms. He looked a little familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him before. “Hi? How do you know who I am?”

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time,” he replied, avoiding the question.

She paused for a second, then decided to start sprinting in the opposite direction from him. He, of course, had expected this, and sprinted after her, catching up to her in just a few steps. He put his hand around her mouth and began dragging her as she screamed and thrashed, pulling her into the warehouse then down the flight of stairs where he had everything set up. He tossed her onto the bed, and while holding her down with his body, pushed her arms to either side of the bed and clicked into the metal cuffs he had installed. When her arms were properly locked in, he did the same to her ankles. “Who are you? What are you doing to me?” Her voice had become incredibly high pitched with her fright. 

The basement of the warehouse had a raw, industrial feel, with exposed brick walls and concrete floors. The only thing in the room was the queen-sized bed she was clicked in. The bed was simply dressed with plain white sheets and a dark gray comforter with a sturdy metal frame. 

Nearby stood a couple of metal storage racks that seemed like it had originally been a part of the warehouse. The ceiling was high, with exposed beams and ductwork, and a single, bare bulb hung from a long cord, providing additional, albeit harsh, illumination. The air had a slight musty scent.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing to you,” he said. He stared down at her, and was immediately unhappy with how much she was wearing. He pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket, and snipped her shirt in half, pulling it aside on both sides to reveal her black bra underneath. “Did you expect Edward to take that off of you tonight?” He asked, not really expecting a response. 

“Who are you? How do you know Edward?” She asked frantically, trying to remember everything she’d learned in the past about how to deal with situations like this, but completely drawing a blank.

He ignored her, and cut off her pants in multiple spots before peeling all of the pieces away. He wanted to watch her like this, laying there, completely open to him for hours, but the greedy part of himself wanted to ravage her immediately. He trailed his fingers against her skin, feeling the surface of her, and shivered as he felt how soft she was to his touch. She felt so completely innocent and sweet, just as he had imagined. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, “you don’t want to do this…” Tears began welling in her eyes, and her fingers dug onto the bed on either side of her. 

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted to do,” was his response. He cut the two straps on her bra, pulling the whole thing off, and stared at her breasts, breathing heavily as he did so. He was already rock hard, but seeing his favorite part of her made him even harder. He palmed his cock over his shorts, and crawled over her so he was facing her. She turned away from him, but he grabbed her chin to force her to face him. “Don't turn away from me, Kate,” he said, then moved down lower until he was looking directly at her breasts. They were even better than the picture he had stared at all night. He opened his mouth and forced hot air onto her nipples, and saw them get hard beneath him. He wrapped his mouth around one and sucked hard, making her gasp out loud and wiggle even more underneath him. He reached his hand out and pinched the other, as hard as he could, and twisted it harshly. She screamed from the pain, but he completely ignored her, twisting even harder. 

“Please, please stop…” she begged, “I’ve never done anything to you. Don’t do this…” her voice was sounding hysterical. Wanting her fully naked, he snipped her panties, pulling it off of her to reveal a well trimmed blonde bush that perfectly matched her hair. He studied her entire body, soaking it all in, loving how perfect she was in every curve and crevice. When he was done, he moved up and kissed her savagely, his tongue darting into her mouth and tasting her as his lips crushed hers. She refused to respond to him, and continued to scream into his mouth as he kissed her. As he pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva behind, he bit her lip so hard he drew blood from it. He sucked the few droplets of blood from her, and then took off his clothes quickly, wanting to skin with her. With his arms on either side of her head, he peered down into her eyes, and she stared at him with a mix of hatred, disgust, and fear, her eyes shifting from him to the room behind him over and over. 

He kissed her cheek gently and said, “you’re so beautiful.” With his cock free, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take much longer. He aligned himself between her legs, knowing she wouldn’t be wet for him, and thrust as hard as he could inside of her. She let out another scream, and he absorbed it with his lips as he thrust once more. Her insides were so delicious, squeezing him and wrapping around his cock as he pumped. He focused on her breasts again, pinching and kneading them roughly along his thrusts. She shook her head over and over, screaming for help, but he knew the basement of the warehouse was soundproof, and no one would be coming for her, especially not her boyfriend. He moaned her name when he came, his balls tightening up as he thrust as hard as he could, unloading himself inside of her. A pool of tears had welled up in her eyes and slowly fell onto the bed as he pulled out of her, a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’ve done what you wanted,” she said, sounding defeated. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“I’m not going to let you go,” was his response. He had never planned on letting her go. He’d finally gotten the toy he craved, and he wasn’t going to give her back to Edward. Edward didn’t deserve her. 

“Please…” she begged over and over. He ignored her, moving to his set up to pull out the camera he had ready for this occasion.

He aimed it at her, and said, “I’m going to go live now, Kate. People are going to watch you get humiliated, and touch themselves while doing it, and I want you to be good for them.”

She shook her head, “I’m not going to do it.”

“If you want to see Edward again, you’ll do it,” he replied, implying that he had Edward captured somewhere, but not directly saying so. 

“Edward wasn’t in on this?” She asked. 

He ignored her, not wanting to lie, and said instead, “are you going to be good, or no?”

She thought about it, and must’ve realized her fate would be much worse if she didn’t agree to it. She nodded, and he pressed record. He had a private server that was completely encrypted so no one would know who was streaming, and was charging people hundreds of dollars to see extreme porn. He opened one of the warehouse drawers, pulled out metal nipple clamps, and moved to her. He hardened her nipples once more by squeezing roughly on them, then clipped the clamp onto her. The clamp itself was made to be painful, with little needles on the inside, and she screamed loudly, her back arching off of the bed when she felt it. He did the same to the other, then hooked a chain in between them. He tugged on the chain, pulling her nipples forward, causing her to scream once more. “I changed my mind… stop… stop…” she begged.

He moved lower, brought out a wine bottle, and pushed it inside of her pussy, spreading her apart. Then he lifted her legs up so her butt was slightly lifted, and began spanking her with a leather paddle. He didn’t warm up her ass beforehand, or let her brace for it. He slammed the hard leather against her, jolting her body forward. It forced the bottle deeper into her pussy and made the clamps jostle. She cried out, screaming for mercy, but all he did was paddle her again. He pulled out his phone to read the comments, and was delighted to see he already had thousands of viewers watching, with some paying heavy sums for him to do more degrading things to her.

“Someone wants you to snort like a pig,” he said to her. “Do it.” She shook her head over and over. He was impressed, he thought she would’ve broken by now, especially with how passive she was. He slammed the paddle into her ass a few times, and said, “are you sure you want to say no?”

Her response was to begin snorting, and he asked, “are you my little piggy girl?” She snorted a few more times, though didn’t quite sound like what she was supposed to. “Are you a little slut for me?” He paddled her, over and over again, then said, “I want you to count. I’m going to go all the way to fifty. If you lose count, then I’ll start all over again, snort if you understand me.” She snorted, and he began paddling her. By the twenty fourth, her ass was extremely swollen, red, and raw, and when she was deep in concentration from counting, he used a hammer, knocked it against the bottle, and shattered it, forcing the wine to drench her body along with the bed. She gasped from it, feeling the glass against her pussy, and when he slammed the paddle into her again, he realized he was successful - she did indeed lose count. He laughed cruelly, and started the whole process over again. 

He left the bottle inside of her, but pulled the clamps off of her without undoing them properly. It tore through her skin, leaving red welts behind, and forced her to scream and plead once more. He pulled his phone out, wondering if he had gone too far for his audience, but they were still encouraging him, telling him to do even more horrible things to her. He pulled out his nipple piercing kit, and zoomed the camera in to right where her breasts were. He took out the thickest needle he possibly could, loaded it into the piercer, and aimed it at her nipple. He knew she would be the most sensitive right now, from what he did with the clamps, and wanted to make it hurt as much as possible. She looked down at what he was doing, and started begging again, telling him she’d do anything he wanted, anything, for him to just stop hurting her. Her begging was what got his cock hard and ready again, and right in the middle of a plea, he pressed the gun, forcing the large needle to pierce into her. She swore this time, loudly, and blood appeared from where the large hole was in her body. He did the same to her other side, then read the comments. Someone donated five thousand dollars to have him do the same thing to her clit. He hadn’t thought about it, but realized at once it was an amazing idea. 

With the bottle still inside of her, forcing his cum inside and drenching her in red wine, he located her clit, and aligned the piercer around it. “Just kill me already…” she begged. He smiled sadistically, then pressed down on the gun, forcing a needle into the most sensitive part of her body. She thrashed, her back arching, and screamed over and over again. When she was done screaming, her body slumped down in defeat, he turned the recording off, satisfied at how much money he had made. He was going to have to do this again, it was such easy money, and he was enjoying himself while doing it. 

He left her there crying and sobbing for almost an hour. She fell in and out of consciousness from the pain, and he sat there next to her, looking down at her delicious new body, now covered in welts and bruises. She looked so much better now that he had decorated her. 

Edward: Are you done yet?

He had messaged Ben a few times, which he had ignored until now. Edward might’ve regretted his decision to give his girlfriend away, but there was nothing he could do now other than call the police, which he would never do against Ben.

Ben: You said all night. It’s still not morning yet.

Edward: Okay, just let me know when I can pick her up.

Ben: Gotcha.

Ben reached his hand around Kate’s legs, and pulled the shattered head of the bottle out from between her legs. She screamed from the glass cutting her skin, and opened her eyes wide, her consciousness coming back to her. She stared at him with widened eyes, only fear on her expression now. “Please… please let me go,” she said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Soon,” he said, then pulled out his next tool - his knife. She stared at it, begging him over and over to stop, as he mounted her again, sticking his cock inside of her bleeding pussy. He grabbed onto her tits, and began fucking her, squeezing her bloody and sensitive nipples in between his fingers. 

“No, no, no, no…” she begged, and he used one of his knives, aimed it at her right breast, and began cutting, wanting to conserve the entire thing as a sort of trophy. She screamed as the blood began pooling out, and he was glad that the knife he had was sharp, because it was so easy, without needing to saw back and forth, to cleanly cut the flesh away from her body. She was bleeding so much it dripped onto the bed beneath her and onto the floor, and he watched as her head and hands slumped down as she fell unconscious again. He finished the cut all the way to the end, and held her breast within his hands, staring at it like it was the most precious thing in the world. The blood dripped down his fingers as he continued to fuck her, and he shoved the breast tissue into his face, pressing it so hard he couldn’t breath through it as he came a second time, moaning loudly as he did. He pulled away from her, and picked up a bucket of water, which he had hidden behind the cabinet just for this occasion. He splashed it onto her body, washing the blood away, then onto her face. She jostled awake, but barely seemed to be conscious with so much blood loss. He hadn’t planned for this, but he wanted to keep her awake for him for as long as possible so he could see the pain and fear on her face. He kept imagining what Edward would say if he saw his precious girlfriend now. She wasn’t the same person he had dropped off. She was no longer innocent, and would never be again. Her body was covered in permanent marks from head to toe, and her nipples and clit would never function the same way with such huge holes across them. Besides, Edward would never see any of that with how he was going to return her.

With her blinking awake, he moved to her other breast and stuck his knife against it. He had wanted her to be perfectly symmetrical, but decided to do something else. He wanted to see what it looked like, and so proceeded to skin her, pushing the knife only a little into the skin, and peeling it away from her body. Of course, she started screaming again, but it was so much and so hoarse no noise came out. He peeled her skin bit by bit away from her, and savored the part at her nipple, which came off perfectly in a little nub. He had practiced before with apples, wanting to get the skin completely off without ruining a single piece, and he was delighted that he had managed to do so now, preserving her perfect breasts completely. He stacked it on top of her right breast, and decided it was a good time to unlock her handcuffs. There was no way she would even be capable of standing up now, let alone running away. 

As a final show, he put a piece of rope around her neck, and climbed onto a chair as he hooked her onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. He was very strong from working out all the time, and picking her up was a complete breeze, even with her completely slumped over him. She was half-awake now, murmuring words underneath her breath, and he knew she would run out of blood soon. He pulled the rope as taut as he could, and when he climbed off of the chair, he proceeded to kick it away from her. 

Her body dropped at once, and the rope hung from her neck, closing off all her sources of oxygen. He watched her just as intently as he had watched her from the moment she had been placed in the warehouse for him. He had gone a little overboard, more than he had originally planned, but he had had everything prepared just in case he wanted to do it - to end her life. He could see the moment she died, hanging from the rope, with a skinned breast and the other missing. 

It was close to daylight, and he knew he would be getting another annoying message from Edward soon. He took a few pictures, picked up his belongings, washed his hands, put on his clothes, and left, climbing into his car before driving off, feeling the greatest high of his life. 

When he was a good distance away, he parked and pulled out his phone, messaging Edward.

Ben: I’m done with her.

Ben: This is for all the money you owe me. Your debt has been paid.

Ben: And I know you wouldn’t think about going to the police. I have too much dirt on you for you to go against me now.

Ben: Thanks for the fun time. I hope you enjoy the little display I prepared for you.

He smiled as he drove off, wondering who his next victim was going to be. 

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Edward could tell something was wrong as soon as he entered the warehouse. There was a stench in the air, like blood and death, and he pushed the door open to see his girlfriend in a state he never could’ve imagined. His heart plummeted as he ran to her, seeing her neck hung from a rope with a ridiculous amount of blood dripping out of her. He picked up the stool next to her, set it down, and climbed up. He cut the rope, forcing her to fall down to the floor, and he immediately went to check her pulse. Nothing. He sat there in shock, staring at the girl that had been alive just a few hours ago. He had always known, deep down, there was something wrong with Ben. He was too antisocial, too calculative, to be normal, and he proved it here today. He was definitely a psychopath, and a murderer. 

Kate was a beautiful woman, and he knew they would never last long term, but he did have fun with her, and Edward knew he would miss her. He felt a mixture of sorrow and hatred, which slowly turned into more and more anger the more he thought about it. Ben could’ve told him, he could’ve given him a sign, he could’ve chosen another girl, but he had to choose someone that Edward cared about. He turned her from a beautiful, perfect girl, into complete trash, and neither Edward or Kate deserved that.

After a few moments of grieving, Edward picked one of the discarded pieces of clothing on the ground and began wiping some of the blood off of her just so he could see what Ben had actually done. He jolted and had goosebumps travel up his arms when he saw her breasts. They were absolutely appalling, with one skinned, almost to perfection, and the other one chopped off. Only someone insane would do something like that. As he stared at her, he wondered if Ben had actually left the parts of her breasts behind somewhere. He spotted them at once, sitting on top of the bed, with a note from Ben telling him to enjoy himself. He gagged, but when he picked the pieces up and held them, he felt his cock jolt in his jeans. Fuck, was he just as sadistic as Ben was? Maybe that was why they ended up becoming friends. 

He started playing with them between his fingers, kneading them, until he pushed it against his lips and began sucking on the nipple no longer attached to the girl. It was too hot, he unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, feeling how hard he was, and eventually turned to look at the girl still laying on the ground. He shouldn’t… but she was still completely fresh, and he did want to be with her one last time. 

He moved to her, still holding her breast and skin in his hand. He moved her legs up and pushed his cock inside of her, feeling some heat still within his pussy. He fucked her over and over, then decided he wanted to use all of her holes, since she never actually let him fuck her in the ass before. She was just that innocent. 

Not having to worry about pain, he pushed his cock inside of her ass, and continued to play and suck on her cut off breast while moaning her name over and over again. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to find another woman like her. When he was just about to cum, he pulled out of her tight unused ass, and stuck his cock inside of her mouth. He gripped the side of her face as he fucked her, and felt his balls tighten as he came, his cum exploding down her throat one last time. 

He zipped himself up, still staring down at her as he did so. His phone pinged, and he pulled it out, seeing another message from Ben.

Ben: I knew you’d do that. 

Ben: I’m glad I decided to leave her breasts for you.

Ben: Now, clean up the mess we made.

Fuck, how did Ben always know him so well? Edward sighed, and walked back to his car. He would have to buy a lot of gasoline to clean this up. He made sure he had no blood on his body, and began driving to the local shop.