From Sex to Murder

WARNING

This book depicts scenes filled with violence and sex

Chapter 1

My Apprehension

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I woke up to incredibly loud bangs that were placed upon the front door of wherever I was when I woke up. Police Department! Open up! the visitors at the door yelled aggressively. Come on, we know you in there followed the first demand as I looked around to see where exactly I was at. I scanned the room I had awoken in and took everything in as my memory slowly started coming back to me in small fragments that weren’t coherent enough to fully understand.

The first and most notable thing that I noticed as I awoke was that I found myself lying on a bed with two women next to me. The women’s bodies rested snugly on either side of me and they were both still fast asleep, even though the police banged ferociously on the front door of the dwelling where we all three had presumably slumbered the night before. I studied the women whom I found nestled next to me without worry of the angry men with guns just outside the front door of the domicile where I had sought shelter.

The women were both remarkably exquisite in their own right, but both together next to me was a devilishly delightful sight to remember for ages. The first of the two ladies that I had quickly noticed lied to my right. She was a slender girl whom I assumed to be around twenty years old.

The young slender woman to my right had blonde hair that covered her bare breast that pressed against my chest. I remember that the blonde on my right was warm and I can recall that I was relaxed by the warmth that came from her uncovered body. She slept softy despite the loud men wanting in, so I assumed that the night before had been full of overindulgent trips to the liquor store or perhaps we even both had shared a late night of cocaine and hallucinogens, which had recently become my favorite pastimes for relieving the pain of the past. 

The girl whom I found laying lazily to my left was as beautiful as the other to my right, but she was completely different to look at. I took in her beauty as calmly as I had taken in the beauty of the blonde that I had found on my right, for longer than I had to spare. I was amazed at the breathtaking beauty that overwhelmed me as I studied the curves of the dark haired harlot that rested against my left side. She was as dark and mysterious as an infinite abyss. Her eyes were still closed shut after the hard repeated knocks not far from where our bodies meshed on the bed and her makeup from the night before stained her high cheeks slightly but she was still as sexy as any woman I had ever seen.

Time was of the essence with the mayhem that sounded to be brewing outside the walls of the abode that housed the girls and me.  I should have probably taken heed to the voice that was calling me away from the place where the police wanted me for what I had allowed myself to do many years before, but the curves on the brown beauty on my left held me mesmerized as I tried to memorize every line of her figure since I figured that I wouldn’t be back in the arms of the women I awoke to anytime soon. The bust size of the Latin lady that lay heavy in heavenly sleep next to me was enormous. She also had giant thick thighs that stretched a short distance to her knees, which connected her large thick thighs to her smooth calves that rubbed me while she enjoyed her rest.

I almost caught myself drooling as I stared at the breasts of the girl on the left. They were so beautifully brown and the girl’s age was shown by the firmness her fit twin sisters had as they lay comfortably on top of each other while I lovingly looked at the erect nipples that came at least an inch off of the smooth brown beauties. What a sight it was to behold such beauty. I was almost envious of my forgotten self as I wondered for a brief moment how I could pull off the feat that was evident by the gorgeous girls that surrounded me.

My naked body hadn’t moved an inch since I had heard the harassing hard knocks, so I dreadfully decided that I better be as smart as possible, which led to me getting ready to make an escape as quick as the situation would allow. I pulled my body out of the bed that had been the birthplace of something beautiful and I forced myself to turn my attentions away from the girls that decorated the bed with goddess like breasts that I will soon not forget. I wanted to jump back into the bed so bad so that I could repeat the acts of whatever beast that had come out of me with the two young harlots, however, I managed to make myself look for tools that may lend service to my escape, instead of repeating whatever acts of debauchery that had gone down without memory.

I quickly put on the only pair of guy pants I saw on the floor. I then found a tight fitting T shirt that I figured had probably been mine so I put it on fast while hoping that I wasn’t wearing some feminine brand made for teenage girls, which was odd given the severity of the situation that I found myself in. Next I came across some car keys that were sitting upon a bookshelf in the small room that housed the two young vixens and my old tired self. I quickly grabbed the keys I found in the cramped bedroom before I hurriedly made my way into the living room of what I assumed was an inexpensive apartment, located in a town that I didn’t guess to know.

We're going to break the door down if you’re not out ASAP a loud male voice said through the front door in yells that sounded stern. I took a speedy look around the quaint living room as I searched for anything else that could lend help to my upcoming battle with the law. My eyes widened a bit when they spotted a much needed nine millimeter that was nonchalantly hanging out on a coffee table, only a few feet from the front door. I checked the nine to make sure it was loaded, then I put it in the tight waist of my pants.

I thought about opening the front door of the downstairs apartment so that I might go out in a blaze of glory with the cops who had most likely never shot their guns at anyone, but more rational thoughts came to me as I decided to make a run for it out of the back door, if there was a back door to the tight tenement that I had certainly been placed in by my sexual desires for the knockouts that were still knocked out together. I was more than relieved when I quickly came to a back door in the dwelling that was surely surrounded by menacing men who had known nothing but aggression during their tenure as barbarian bullies at the local police department. I had no want to fight the men that most certainly waited for me on the other side of the back door, but survival pushed me towards what I felt I had to do.

Now is your last chance to give up I said softly to myself as I realized the impossibility of making it out of what I was in without death or capture coming to me. I took one long deep breath in, held it in my lungs for a long time, and then exhaled with a look of determination on my face that I caught staring back at me in a small mirror made for women who needed last minute beauty checks before hitting the door. I then quickly opened the back door of the apartment and promptly propelled myself into whatever was waiting for me on the other side, equipped with that determined demeanor I had found on my face, which had since grown into a desperate professional determination that knew it couldn’t stop for anything.

I didn’t have a chance to fully take in the situation before I found myself right in the middle of it. I had lunged out of the back door athletically with only a single thought. I would take down whomever my lunge put me on as I blindly set out to destroy whatever I met, if I met anything at all.

Within a second of rushing out of the door, I saw then felt a large officer of the law that stood with his pistol out and facing down towards the ground in his right hand. I surprised the massive white man that wore the blue associated with the good guys that fight crime. I had left my gun in my pants, which left me with my two fists that punch and my two legs that kick. Before the large officer had a chance to raise his firearm I felt his shoulders in my hands which made me grab onto them and push the cop in the direction that I lunged towards when making my way out of the place of pleasure that still beckoned me back.

As I pushed the police officer, I ran, with the large man’s shoulders in my hands. I held onto the man for dear life as the force from my initial push, plus the run I was on with the cop, propelled both of us fast. The large man’s legs couldn’t keep up with my speeds while they were running backwards, which caused the man to fall back, hitting the ground hard before sliding a foot or two on the wet grass that had been below the man’s extremely large feet. Stop sounded out from at least five men as I quickened my speed to speeds unreached by men whom run for fun. I was running for my life and stopping didn’t equate to the outcome I was seeking so I kept up my tiring pace until the shouts for me to stop turned into a gunshot that sent a bullet heading in my direction.

The bullet from the gun of one of the ones who sought my capture whistled by me and struck a window of a car that I had ran past, only a split second before the window shattered into thousands of sharp shards of glass. The blast of the bullet led to bystanders ducking for cover as they momentarily tried to deny themselves the pleasure of enjoying the action flick that they had been wrapped up in while my dramatic real life show of reality had been transpiring before their very eyes. I ignored everything around me as I kept my course towards freedom. Sirens awakened behind me as I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I was running hard, but I knew that I had to think of something before the brute force of the police force surrounded me.

I took a sharp detour from the straight path I was running while trying to make it out of the crowded apartment complex that looked to be a stopping point for those headed in or out of extreme poverty. I decided that the best place to run would be in between a row of apartments that blended into all of the many other rows of three story buildings that stacked small rented apartments atop of one another. The police that had begun to drive diligently behind me were forced out of their vehicles. I had no idea the exact number of uniformed men that hunted me, but I did know that their numbers would only increase as time dragged on.

While running between one of the many rows of brown stained wood framed apartments I decided to take a left, then a right, then a few more fast turns towards freedom until I was turned around, unable to remember exactly where the apartment I woke in was. I ran relentlessly without stopping to look behind me and I luckily finally found myself in a place that gave me a vantage point in which to see the place I had started from, which had become loud and bright because of the many cop cars that had answered the call for help from their dispatchers. If something was going to grant me freedom, then that something seemed to need to happen fast. 

I waited for a few moments without any cops around me, waiting for the right time to make my departure from the scene that had been unfolding around me. I took the keys that I had procured from the apartment where I assumed that the two women I woke to were, still passed out from the exhausting pleasures that come from spending time with me. I pressed one of the buttons on the small little device that was attached to the keys. I then saw the lights of a small BMW flash. I was fortunate that none of the police officers near the car had noticed the lights flash but I was unfortunate because the car was parked right next to a police cruiser that had four cops lackadaisically hanging around it while engaged in small talk, as their fellow boys in blue canvassed the apartments for you know who.

The late model BMW was around fifty feet from where I was. I kept my body hugged against the side of an adjacent apartment building that hid me from the four police officers as I wondered how to overcome the obstacle that presented itself to me. I reckoned that surprise was the only real friend I had at that time, so I was going to use my hidden position and unknown whereabouts to my full advantage. Hands in the air I yelled, with my gun pointed at the four officers, as I quickly approached the policemen who had stood completely unaware of me as I had watched them while hastily planning my hurried evading flight from the many men who wanted me shackled or shot.

My plan was ill thought out and the men whom I approached rapidly did not yield their arms as I had hoped that they might do while I quickly sprinted towards them with my black nine directly threatening their lives. Two of the police officers that stood near the parked car that I wanted to drive away into the sunset in, placed their hands on their weapons while yelling for me to stop. I had enough time by way of my surprise run towards the men with guns to shoot all four before any of them could draw, but killing a cop still brought a death penalty from the State, so I took off running the other way when the other two officers who had stayed silent pulled out their Glocks. The two men who had pulled their guns out on me had taken aim at my chest that was moving up and down furiously, as my lungs fought for the air needed after the marathon my limbs had just endured. 

I was surprised that the two cops with guns aimed at me didn’t pull their triggers as I ran with an unwavering will away from the men whom eventually followed me on foot. I didn’t make it too far before being tackled by one of the men who wanted to take me in. After the officer had me slightly subdued the other three men went to beating me mercilessly. I felt kicks kicking me, followed by billy clubs bashing me, all while various parts of my body screamed out in pain. I heard my left arm break and I felt the pain of one of my ribs as it cried out to me when it cracked inside of me.

Once the anger of the men had been extinguished during the brutal beat down they concluded that their one sided brawl with me was done as one laughing officer went for my gun. That will teach him came jokingly out of the mouth of the officer that slowly reached for the black nine millimeter that I had lodged back between my pants and my belly. As my body looked almost lifeless the hand of the cop reached within my grasp. I grabbed the hand of the man who leaned down towards me. Next I twisted the hand that had minutes before held a knight stick that repeatedly hit me with the kind of vengeance and hate reserved for an elusive enemy who had maliciously harmed a loved one. I then heard a loud whimpering weeping caused by the pain I had inflicted when I shattered some of the small bones in the cop’s old hand by forcing the hand hard into a position that it should never be. 

As the black officer who had gone for my gun whined and complained while wailing out in pain two of the other officers jumped into action. The two cops headed towards me fast from a few feet away. As the police officers came towards me, my legs went into action. I struck one of the approaching officers directly on his knee cap, which sent him to the ground crying with a bone protruding from the back of his leg. The other approaching officer was luckier than the first however.

I was only able to land a quick kick to the third cop’s thigh after I had put all of my energy into disabling the first officer to lunge at me following the cries of the first injured officer who’s cries continued to come out while I still lay on the moist ground as the hot southern Sun began to bring a suffocating heat to my fatigued frame. The quick kick that landed on the leg of the third fearsome foe to come close to me didn’t drop the largely built beast, but it did stun him for a brief enough period to allow me to rise to my feet so that the upcoming fight would be fair at least. The massive man in uniform came at me with his hard black nigger beater is his clumsy claws. The cop and his baton posed a great risk to my immediate travel plans when they struck me hard on the side of one of my legs, which brought me to my knees. The advantage in the situation went to the fighting fuzz as my knees touched the dew covered grass laying under my bended knee.

Instead of a long drawn out battle with armed men I decided to stay on the shortest path to where I wanted to be. With my knees showing a forced humility, I stayed on bended knee for only a moment. I summoned all of the force from my figure and I put all of my mighty might behind a rebuttal to the brutal baton that had just put me into the pose of a praying parishioner kneeling before their God. I swung my rebuttal in the form of a short jab to the testicles of the tyrant cop who was only seconds away from hitting me again with his rod of power.

The punch to the balls of the baton twirling twit in blue sent an agonizing yell from his mouth that extended out to the farthest reaches of the apartment complex where my battle with the law was coming to an end. The loud yelling yelp of the officer let me know that I should bring the unfair match to a quick and decisive end. I powered my body up from up off of my knees in a bit of a jump and when my feet hit the ground I shot up as hard as my legs would allow. My ascent upwards placed the top of my head to the bottom of the nose of the testy cop. My head caused the anguishing American cop’s nostrils to be jammed upwards as massive amounts of blood rushed downwards.

The second to last cop to stand in my way dropped as if he had been shot, as soon as his nose had been forced into his face from my formidable head that I used as a fist. The last, but not the least of the cops, was all that was standing in between me and the BMW that I could see from out the corner of my eye. The big bubba of an officer was huge, the way anyone is huge if they sit around eating nothing but free donuts for hours on end every day without an ounce of sweat ever coming from a single pour on their poorly maintained physique. Time required I just barrel through the large man that blocked my path with a girth that puts whales in Sea World to shame, but the pure insanity of trying to cut though a jumbo jet with a small drone bought at a local hobby shop, brought a new plan of action to my overdriven insane prone brain. 

Instead of running at the gargantuan officer who had started to go for his gun, I decided to play it ninja with a nice kick that I had learned from my many sparring partners that had drilled into me the formula for successful fighting with the repetition of repeated beatings that taught me how to scrap fast. In the time it took the cop to advance the draw of his firearm I had already put all of my weight onto my right foot that stood in front of my left. Next I spun my body weight towards my left, which was followed by a three hundred and sixty degree spin that then combined with a wicked swift kick that landed my right foot smack dab on the left facial cheek of the overly tired, overworked, and overweight pig that stood between my friend freedom and me. 

My kick didn’t register the big bad cop unconscious, but it did move the mammoth beast out of my way for the second I needed to flee towards the fast foreign car that seemed so close but yet so far away. I got close enough to the getaway car to believe that freedom would be mine, until a knight stick that was put to the back of my skull put a damper on my determination and left me with my lights out. My body laid in an almost lifeless sleep that I heard lasted a great many hours. The next memory I have of the ordeal that still doesn’t seem real is the scene surrounding me as I was taken from a police cruiser into the jail house that was about to become my next home for the duration of a trial that lasted too long.

To sum up the many months that followed my apprehension I will just say that the boring nature of my trial left much to be desired if I described it to anyone whom had ever seen a melodrama set in a courtroom. It was nothing but motions, brief arguments, and needless questions put to men that didn’t speak the truth to any outsiders who weren’t in their group. The trial that preceded my capture, pushed to the twelve honest men that sat in judgment of my deeds, a notion of reality that depicted me as the meanest and most scariest man to have ever placed a foot upon God’s green Earth.

The twelve honest men that served as jurors eventually found me guilty of all the charges brought against me by the State. The cruel prosecutor in my case was pleased with the findings of the jurors and the only sign of disappointment that came from the prosecutor on the day of my judgment, came when the jury of my peers recommended that my life be spared from the harshness of the electric chair. My past offenses had been traded in for a free life behind bars where bills and work and the many other stresses of the day do not lay. I did however have a new set of issues coming to meet me, the likes of which I had never experienced before. 

Chapter 2

Prison

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I killed her! I took her life so karma has placed me in this place. Everything here is gray and almost everyone here is as dark as the night. Home is far away, and they tell me that I will never experience another free day. This isn’t where I belong and I wasn’t made to be this strong.

My eyes are in constant search for the dangers that lay ahead of me and my mind constantly uses my senses to pick up on dangerous men that may come from behind. I want to allow myself time to cry for my sins while begging the Lord for freedom, but every second of every day is spent around men who cannot see me weak in that way. I must hide my feelings at all times, even from myself.

It has only been months since my arrival here. It didn’t take long for my soul to surrender to the darkness that dwelled within my cell. Most of the men here act as if they are at home. They laugh, they play, and some become gay to find the feelings of love, but I can do none of these things. I am a proud white heterosexual. I was never proud or ashamed of my race on the outside, however the ratio of whites to blacks turned my awareness to my race the first second my feet touched the gray plain cold floor of this cold place.

Reconciling with what I have done isn’t a luxury I can afford, not when I will be tested by the men that will surround me for the rest of my life. I do not care for the men of this place. When they speak to me, I don’t even look in their direction. I am perceived to be cold, wicked, and rude, but I can’t help but to hate the men around me as if they were the bars that kept me from freedom.

The social makeup of this place isn’t exactly as I expected. The social circles here are definitely not made up of equal color, however true racism hasn’t made itself known to me yet. Some whites even momentarily mingle with the black groups and vice versa, but there is an unspoken racism that breeds here in hidden places I believe. It may be my imagination trying to force the impressions formed from films about prison onto me, however, I can at times truly feel the racial violence that I have not seen yet as if it’s already taken place and I can feel the hatred from racism without hearing a hateful word uttered by the many men around me at all times.

I see swastikas on some of the older white inmates and I sense a disdain for my skin whenever I pass some of the large dark black men who call the shots here but I hear no slurs and I witness no brutality because of racial hatred. The short amount of time that I have spent here may account for the lack of brutality seen, but I do not know. I do not know if one day in the showers a large black man may want to try to make me his bitch. I do not know if one day a group of whites will try to make me swear loyalty to their cause. What I don’t know can fill a book, but what I do know is what I have seen and what I have done, and I make apologies to no one.

Guilt hit me long before I made my way to this place and it may live within my spirit long after I am gone from this Earth. I live with myself because I have to and I try to forgive myself because there is no point not to. I loved the freedom I had on the outside and I loved those whom loved me. I had strong friendships and no enemies to speak of. I wish I could say that I had spent every waking second of my freedom taking advantage of that thing which I no longer have but I can’t make such claims to myself. I can say though that I had people who cared for me and I can honestly say that I should not have done what I have done, but I will say this out loud to no one. 

The men here seem to have no remorse for their past actions and with that mind state I want to fit in. As the days go by I find myself wanting to fit in more and more but I don’t. I don’t try to play ball