The Girl Who Couldn't Say No

A figure stood in front of the victim's door, dressed completely in black, with a pair of gloves to match. A taser-gun was held in one hand, at the side of one leg.

The sky outside this Brooklyn condominium was dripping moisture onto the sidewalk. It was cold and miserable, matching the events that about to occur inside. The usual traffic noise had become muted.

The doorbell was pressed multiple times, until a stirring was heard in the apartment. It was midnight.

After several minutes, the door was partially opened by a small, very round man in a bathrobe. The assailant pushed open the door and quickly pressed the taser against the soft flesh of the victim's neck.

He dropped to the floor, his head hitting hard against the carpeted ground.

The intruder reached down and dragged the body to the master bedroom, placing him on the bed. Then the body was stripped and his legs were tied to his arms, behind his back. The body then transformed itself into a bowed shape. He resembled, a hog-tied pig. Not surprisingly, given the roundness that was portrayed throughout his entire body.

Sitting rather comfortably in the chair by the bedside, the intruder waited patiently for his victim to awaken.

Finally, the poor man named Lionel Sterling, had gained back his consciousness, horrified to find that he was helpless. At that, the tall, menacing figure rose up out of the chair and smiled.

The next act in this little melodrama was something the intruder was planning to relish, with no apparent qualms whatsoever.

In his terror, Lionel tried to get away, twisting and turning his body as far as he could away from the figure on black, a pathetic attempt to distance himself from his fate.

The figure in black silently raised an arm and a wickedly serrated blade shone with the moonlight provided from a single window.

"No! No, please. Why are you doing this? Who put you up to this? Did she send you? I haven't done anything, I swear!"

Silently, the figure took a step closer to the bed, reaching towards the unfortunate man's testicles. Grabbing them in one hand and pulling at an angle, the knife cut cleanly through, removing each of them.

Lionel screamed in pain and terror. As he began to bleed over the bed, the knife rose once again and penetrated his heart. The killer stood for a moment, as if in silent contemplation. Then, carefully, the killer placed each testicle on the side of the man's face.

Opening the front door, the assailant left the apartment, taking the stairs down to the ground floor. In the process of the escape, a black stocking mask was placed in a dumpster a few blocks away and the knife was dropped in a sewer not but a few turns off the same street.

Thus, a man died who would leave no space in the universe for anyone to miss. He was but a petty tyrant at best and some would have been happy at his pasing

Especially a young woman by the name of Virginia.

This is an excerpt from my novel "The Girl Who Couldn't Say No," a novel about a borderline women with a severe sex-addiction and the copious amounts of murder that surrounded her life.