Chapter 24

Waking up shortly after my morphine induced coma wore off notice immediately I was placed in a simulated hospital room that was connected to the simulated emergency where my shoulder was repaired…twice. Of course there was a television and music but I noticed three separate 'Confidential' files on my food tray. Each file pertained to one of the agents.

I picked up the files, expecting to see the same information as the last time. Instead, I first noticed a sticky note on the front cover, 'Some light reading while you recover'. I opened the first file, Jeffrey's file. Upon opening, I noticed instantly unreleased police crime scene photographs.

Upon opening the next file, I see this was Dennis's file. More crime scene photographs that have never been released to the public along with other documents. The last folder, by process of elimination was Gacy's. Same contents as the other two files.

Dahmer's life of serial murder was the most appealing to me because it was the most familiar to me. I reached for the file and the door opens to my room. It's Holly coming to check on me. I smile from excitement and from the high of the morphine slithering its way through my body and attacking the intense shoulder pain.

"What's up Court?" I murmur.

She appears to be sad, upset, "Gregg, the Chief of Staff is coming down tomorrow morning. Read the files and make sure you know everything; they heard through the "grape vine" that we have been having trouble down here. Be prepared to answer for the things that have occurred in the past few days."

I sit up in extreme pain and motion Holly over. I grab her face and pull it close, her ear facing my mouth, "Sweetie, I got this. No matter what happens tomorrow, I got this I promise. Keep me drugged up and I can charm the pants off of anyone, even a dude." I smile, kiss her lips gently and slap her ass as she turns around.

She chuckles and takes a seat in the room, staying with me but staying silent as I open up the Dahmer file. I learn every aspect of his life and his career as a serial killer. I learn it so good; I can recite it with my eyes closed and one hand behind my back.

The only problem in this entire exercise is the fact that I can't stop looking up at Holly. She is more than pretty or cute; she is utterly drop dead gorgeous. Just knowing she is near me and that I get to fall asleep with her every night makes my body feel flawless and loved. If she were ever willing to marry me and live with me down here and help me run and maintain control of this place, I would do it in a heartbeat.

She is sitting in the chair with her long perfect legs crossed at the knee and reading the latest gossip rag.

"Shouldn't you be studying too?" I asked jokingly.

"Handsome man, you worry about yourself. He's going to want to talk to the Captain. You're the man and it hasn't even been a week." She replied with a deliciously gorgeous smile.

"Well, what about The Boss? What is his job function?" I honestly didn't know.

Holly replied with a semi-hostile voice, "He is merely a title and a body to sit in the main office. He's a glorified secretary. He takes the orders and gives them to us, a middle man."

I nod my head, "Interesting, so I should really study then huh?" I smile slyly.

"Mmhmm, you better impress this woman or it's going to be a long road for you. Study and stop staring at me or I may have to leave or fuck you and every time you get one of my quiz questions wrong I'm going to make sure you don't cum." That's a deal I was willing to accept.

"Deal sweet cakes!" I accepted the challenge even though I knew once she started riding me I would be able to control her and she wouldn't want to stop anyways considering how much she cums when we fuck.

I am intensely reading every word of these files. How many hearts Jeffrey ate, how many people Gacy really killed and the real reason B.T.K. was caught. I also read about their traits, physically and mentally.

Jeffrey tested on the genius level after taking a different IQ test three times in a row. Gacy was legitimately bi-polar and he could switch off the crazy when he felt he needed to. B.T.K. was the quietest and stealthiest agent of them all, he also scored genius levels on three different IQ test but he was WELL below Jeffrey.

The pictures that accompanied the paperwork were absolutely horrific. I knew Gacy was a fucking psycho but when I saw the classified crime scene photographs from Jeffrey's apartment, it made me really think a lot less of him. The drill he used, which still contained human hair, flesh and skull fragments and the chart he had hand drawn of the brains frontal regions were very elegant and intricate.

B.T.K.'s photographs just proved to me he was a pure pleasure killer, he didn't eat the victims, he didn't mutilate them. He simple bound them, raped them, choked and released them and finally strangled them to death, many being raped after the death was very apparent. He even left ejaculate on the victims.

Three individuals, all with different skills, all with different tactics, all with the ability to perform horrid acts on innocent people that were too gullible or helpless to save themselves.

These monsters, agents as we call them, each coming from a broken home, each serving in some sort of American Service. All three wearing glasses at some point in life. I need to know it all. I want to impress this woman that was coming and prove that I wasn't an inept police officer but a great leader of an organization that offers a specific service to the government.

I glance up again and again, keeping an eye on Holly like a mother keeps an eye on their child in the grocery store or like a hawk watches a group of small rodents emerge cautiously from cover. I love this woman, like love, love her.

She smiles because she is catching on, "Which side of his head did Jeffrey part his hair? Right, left or middle?"

Holly stands and walks three steps towards me, grabbing my right hand and sliding my fingertips up her inner thigh, "Ummmm, left side."

She makes sure I get a touch of her pussy juice on my fingers and then she pulls away, "Wrong sweetie." She smiles and gives my hand back, fingertips moist with love juice.

"Trust me Holly, you can't resist this." I point towards my dick, which is more than half way aroused right now.

"You better get this shit down Gregg. This lady is no joke. She will feed you to all three agents at once and probably participate too." This clearly lets me know, I really do need to study this shit for real.

I dive deeper and deeper into each photograph, remembering every aspect of every pixel on every millimeter. Dahmer's left eye was about one and a half degrees offset compared to his right. While Rader's eyes were both two degrees offset towards his nose.

Gacy was perfect, oh, except for his disgustingly obese body. The look on his face from his mug shot made me shiver nauseated me all the way down to the bottom of my stomach churning all the stomach acid and mixing it with my previously masticated hamburger and fries.

I sat for hours, more like I laid in bed for hours, reviewing every aspect of every detail in the three folders. I knew all the victims in order, by first or last name, by height, by address. You name it I knew it.

Holly stayed the entire time I was studying and just kept me company. She would hum very silently but it was audible to my ears. It relaxed my heart rate, lowered my blood pressure and allowed me to focus on the task at hand.

She slowly rocked her right foot, swinging it forward and backward, as her leg rested on top of the other. Her humming and her rhythmic motion really sent me into a state of focus that I had never experienced before.

"Holly, I'm ready for my quiz sweetie." I pronounce with some fatigue in my voice.

Trying to look sophisticated, she places one hand on her chin as she crosses the other arm under her breasts, "I hope you are. Which side of his head did Jeffrey part his hair? Right, left or middle?"

I didn't even pause or think, "The left side."

Happily she smiled, leaned in real close to my ear and said, "See how the confidence oozed out during your quick, correct answer? You knew it the whole time but when you answered before you weren't sure, you weren't confident, you weren't ready to fuck me sincerely."

She climbed on top of my hospital style bed, hiked her skirt up and grabbed my fully aroused dick. I reached up with my good arm and started popping her push buttons free from her shirt. With each pop, more and more breast came boiling over, eager to be free from the constraints of the garment.

Once fully free from that prison of a shirt, her breasts just seemed to fall into my mouth. I kissed, grabbed, licked, sucked them like they were covered in melted white chocolate and I was trying to get every last spec of it in my mouth.

While I was busy with the breasts she was rubbing her pussy with one hand and my dick with the other. She was getting both of us close to climax when suddenly, she squirted everywhere with a lusciously pleasure full scream.

I moved her hands out of the way and slammed her pussy down onto my hard dick, grabbing as much ass as I could. Pulling her close so our bodies were pressed against each other, I controlled every movement. Eventually, I could tell she was ready to orgasm again and I willingly upped the speed.

Together, in this moment, we were one. We were physically in bliss and mentally connected at the same time. With every groan and pulse of my dick, expelling my cum into her pussy she in turn, screamed, panted and moaned her way to a second and possibly a third orgasm. Pure bliss.

After we were both fulfilled, Holly laid her body and head on me. I left my dick inside her and rubbed the entirety of her back. Up and down with my right hand until I eventually begin rubbing her ass. Such a perfect ass to match such a perfect set of breasts and a perfectly beautiful woman.

"I could lay like this for the rest of my life with you Holly. I am in love with you, I love you more than anything I've ever known and I want to marry you." I pronounce as I'm still trying to catch my breath.

She sits up slightly to look at my face, "I love you too Gregg, I'm in love with you too. Are you really asking me to marry you or are you still on that orgasmic high?"

I smile and nod, "Holly, will you let me make you an official Burnsfield by taking my hand in marriage? Promising the rest of your life to me, loyalty, commitment, love? Will you marry me?"

She blinks one single tear as she covers her mouth you prevent any screams of joy even though she just filled the entire office with screams of orgasmic pleasure, "Fuck yes, I'll marry you, I want to marry you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, until I take my very last breath."

I pull her down again and hold her, hold her tightly to my body. I kiss the top of her head, he black hair pulled back tightly into a pony tail, "Ok, then as of right now, we are married until we can have a proper ceremony, deal?"

She chuckles, "Deal."

She slides off of me and lies on my chest, carefully avoiding my left shoulder. I lean up a bit and grab the sheet, pull it over us and turn on the television. No sound, muted, but I wanted to watch it while I feel asleep. Watching society while being withdrawn from it was the best I could do at this point in time.

I'm prepared for this woman; I am prepared for the grilling and the explanations. Shit, if she bugs me too much, I'll let B.T.K. have a go at her. I wonder how he's doing with the old lady.