Love Me Tender "You have made his life complete, and he’ll love you so".
How long Jennifer Argento had been unconscious for, she didn’t know. If it hadn’t been for the gag stuffed in her mouth, she’d scream. The sight that greeted her awakening was the stuff of nightmares. She longed to escape this hell but her arms & legs were tightly bound to the seat she was in. The stench of blood & rotting body parts caused the bile to rise in her throat, god she was close to passing out again. Then he entered.
She’d been investigating the murders for the last three months, The Butcher of Graceland, her editor had dubbed the assailant, and it had stuck. Four bodies had been found so far. The coroner had surmised that all the victims had been bludgeoned by a large meat tenderizer, bits of flesh had been bitten off, possibly devoured, and all had shown signs of sexual intercourse post mortem.
The words of warning about getting to close, to involved, given to her by Detective Aaron Presley rang in her ears as the blur of the tenderizer accelerated towards her cranium then. Darkness.
