I Know Your Type 9.2

Chapter 9: Ninety-Nine Problems

9.2 Unsuspecting Victim: Sweet Emotion

Dawn got into the drivers seat of her black Range Rover then shut and locked her door. She nervously looked around the parking lot as she slowly unlocked her glove compartment. Dawn took out a black leather wallet filled with several fakes ID’s and picked one from the bunch. “I guess I’ll be Chantal Riverton tonight.” She said with a mischievous grin as she put the wallet back into the glove compartment. Dawn took out a pair of green colored contacts from her center console and put them on. She was pleased as she stared at herself in the rearview mirror.

“Okay Chantal lets do this.” She said as she put her key in the ignition and started up her car.

Dawn lived for the moments when she could dress to kill. She loved the art of seduction. She appreciated the well-calculated moves it took to seduce a man and get him to leave the club with you. Dawn felt like an actress when met a victim and revenge was her motivation. She divulged herself into each character she played. Each character’s backstory was extensive and detail.

Chantal Riverton was an aspiring actress and waitress men loved those types. They loved a woman that was in need and struggling because she had lower standards. She could be talked into doing almost anything for money if she was hungry enough and Dawn was insatiable.

She amazed herself at how well she played the damsel in distress that would do anything for the right man with the right amount of funds. It was almost criminal how well she played on each man emotions it was really a talent she had. You had to be able to see what each man desired and be that. Some men wanted a hoe and a one-night stands others wanted a loving, caring break from responsibility and their nagging wives. Dawn was what whatever she needed to be until she wasn’t and when she wasn’t she was dangerous.

Dawn pulled into the parking a lot of club Vibe and parked in the rear. She checked her make up in her visor mirror and reapplied her lipstick. When she was satisfied with her appearance she closed her visor and got out of the car. From the moment her stilettos hit the pavement Dawn was on go. She was no longer Dawn Malawi forensic scientist she was Chantal Riverton sultry actress.

Dawn twisted her hips with vigor as she treated the parking lot like a runway. Her attention was focused on the entrance to the club as men hooted and hollered at her. Dawn would only pay attention to one man the entire night and that man had to fit her criteria, taken and trifling. Dawn sashayed passed the line of people outside the club and right up too the door man and handed him her ID.

“You good.” He smiled without even looking at her ID as he lifted the velvet rope.

“Thank you.” Dawn said with a seductive smile as she went into the club.

As Dawn made her way to the bar she began to attract onlookers and catcalls. Dawn ignored the unwanted and unappreciated advances as she took a seat at the bar. “Can I buy you drink” A deep manly voice asked.

Dawn turned to her left to see a handsome, dark haired man in a very expensive suit and wedding ring on his finger. “Yes if its okay with your wife.” She said as she smiled at him.

“Oh this.” He laughed nervously gesturing to his ring. “I’m divorced I just don’t have the heart to take it off just yet.” He said.

 “Is that so?” Dawn grinned.

I Know Your Type 9.1

Chapter 9: Ninety-Nine Problems

9.1 Unsuspecting Victim: Late Night Creep

Dawn picked up her clothes from the floor and began to get dressed. “Who said you could get dressed?” Dylan asked.

“The temperature its cold in here.” She replied.

Dawn finished getting dressed and watched intensely as Dylan drank his beer patiently waiting for the moment he would finish it then pass out. “Why do you keep staring at me?” Dylan asked.

“I don’t know you just look so sexy right now.” Dawn smiled.

“Well stop it’s making me uncomfortable and you are missing the movie.” He said with a grin as he started to blush. “Man I’m starting to get sleepy all of a sudden.” Dylan said.

“We can go upstairs and get in the bed if you want.” Dawn suggested. 

“Yeah lets do that.” Dylan said as he stood up. “Whoa I think I may have drank too much.’ He said as he struggled to stand up straight.

“Don’t worry I got you.” Dawn said as she put his arm around her shoulder to help him keep his balance. “Just lean on me.” She whispered as she helped him up the stairs and to the bedroom.

“I didn’t even think that I drank that much.” Dylan said as Dawn put him in the bed.

“You have always been a lightweight.” Dawn laughed as she helped him get underneath the covers.

As soon as Dylan was snug underneath the covers he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Dawn lie next to him watching the way his chest moved up and down when he breathed. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight.” She whispered with a mischievous smirk as she got out of bed.

Dawn took off all her clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. She knew Dylan would be out for hours after what she had slipped into his drink. All she needed was a few hours out on the town to satisfy her desires and then she would be fine. All she wanted was to feel blood against her skin and to hear someone scream for mercy. As the warm water engulfed her naked body she started to fantasize about what she would do when she found her unsuspecting victim.

She closed her eyes and envisioned tying him up to the bed then making a vertical incision cutting him from his neck to his navel. She could almost smell metallic undertones of blood as it dripped all over the sheets in her imagination. Dawn’s mind was a dark evil place where she could do whatever she wanted without prejudice but it was never enough. She needed to act out her fantasies in real life. As she stepped out of the shower dripping wet she was transformed into an entity that had no emotions just a self proclaimed purpose to kill.

Dylan lay sleeping soundly in her bed, as she got dressed into a tight short red dress. She listened to him snore as she applied her blood red lipstick and curled her hair. She watched him toss and turn as she slipped on her gold stilettos. Then she crept down the stairs and out the front door.

I Know Your Type 8.5

Chapter 8: Ninety-Nine Problems

8.5 Ninety-Nine Problems: Goodnight

The more Dawn drank the more sadistic images popped up in her head. It was getting harder for her to play nice with Dylan. They were enthralled in the throes of passion on her black leather couch. Their warm bodies began to perspire against each other. Dylan ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her passionately. He pinned had her pinned between him and the couch as she moaned in pleasure. Dylan ran his lips down her neck to her collarbone as she squirmed beneath him.

Dawn could tell that Dylan had drunk too much. Dylan was all instinct and no inhibition. He only had one thought on his mind and that was making love to Dawn. But all Dawn could think about was slitting his throat. With every kiss Dylan placed on Dawn’s bare skin she began to feel nauseous. Part of her loved him but the other part of her was sickened by his very presence.

She inhaled deep and long while he thrust back and forth on top of her. As his cologne filled her nostrils she was overcome with a feral lust for blood. She suppressed her lust as sweat began to drip from his brow onto her face. Dawn sunk her fingernails into his back and ran her fingertips down his hot wet skin. Dylan pushed back his dripping wet hair that was matted to his forehead and tried to catch his breath.

“Are you done?” Dawn asked.

“Yeah why aren’t you?” Dylan asked as he sat up.

“Yeah I was just asking.” She replied. “Do you want another beer?” Dawn asked as she got up from the couch.

“Sure.” Dylan said as watched Dawn walk into the kitchen. Her naked body was still wet from his sweat and her hair lay damp and lifeless on her shoulders. Dylan could not think of a reason as to why he continuously cheated on her. As he watched her in this moment she was the epitome of perfection. Dylan hated to admit it but he was falling in love with Dawn all over again and this time it was for real. It was not like when they were in college and he loved her like a horny teenager. He was a man now and he saw more in Dawn than just her appearance he saw how smart and caring she was.  

“Put on another movie.” Dawn called out from the kitchen as she grabbed a bottle of Zolpidemfrom the kitchen cabinet. Dawn took a pill from the bottle and began to grind it up in a bowl. Next she quietly put the pill bottle back into the cabinet and poured the crushed up pill into a bottle of beer. Then Dawn slowly swirled the bottle around until the pill had completely dissolved.

“Okay what do you want to watch?” Dylan asked as he put his boxers back on.

“I don’t know whatever you want to watch.” Dawn replied as she walked back into the living room holding two beers.

“Thanks.” Dylan said as he took a beer. “I could just play the movie we just watched again since we did not really watch it.” He said as he took a gulp of his beer.  

 “That’s cool.” Dawn said as she sat down and smiled seductively.

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Dawn never wanted to kill him she was a good girl. She was sweet, loyal and faithful but she had an uncontrollable temper. He had just set her off, she told herself it wouldn’t happen again but she knew it would because it kept happening over and over again.

 

The first time was an accident but then she discovered she liked to kill. She liked hearing their screams for mercy it turned her on. They wanted it, they wanted to die and she wanted to help them. She could spot them a mile away an unfaithful man begging her to end their miserable lives. She liked to see them cry and beg for forgiveness.

 

She wanted them to pray for it to end and she wanted to be their savior. She wanted to answer their prayers. Amen motherfucker she whispered then she lit a cigarette and walked out of the room into the hotel hallway.

 

 

 

I Know Your Type 7.5

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Dawn never wanted to kill him she was a good girl. She was sweet, loyal and faithful but she had an uncontrollable temper. He had just set her off, she told herself it wouldn’t happen again but she knew it would because it kept happening over and over again.

 

The first time was an accident but then she discovered she liked to kill. She liked hearing their screams for mercy it turned her on. They wanted it, they wanted to die and she wanted to help them. She could spot them a mile away an unfaithful man begging her to end their miserable lives. She liked to see them cry and beg for forgiveness.

 

She wanted them to pray for it to end and she wanted to be their savior. She wanted to answer their prayers. Amen motherfucker she whispered then she lit a cigarette and walked out of the room into the hotel hallway.

 

 

 

I Know Your Type 7.4

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Dawn never wanted to kill him she was a good girl. She was sweet, loyal and faithful but she had an uncontrollable temper. He had just set her off, she told herself it wouldn’t happen again but she knew it would because it kept happening over and over again.

 

The first time was an accident but then she discovered she liked to kill. She liked hearing their screams for mercy it turned her on. They wanted it, they wanted to die and she wanted to help them. She could spot them a mile away an unfaithful man begging her to end their miserable lives. She liked to see them cry and beg for forgiveness.

 

She wanted them to pray for it to end and she wanted to be their savior. She wanted to answer their prayers. Amen motherfucker she whispered then she lit a cigarette and walked out of the room into the hotel hallway.

 

 

 

I Know Your Type 7.3

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Dawn never wanted to kill him she was a good girl. She was sweet, loyal and faithful but she had an uncontrollable temper. He had just set her off, she told herself it wouldn’t happen again but she knew it would because it kept happening over and over again.

 

The first time was an accident but then she discovered she liked to kill. She liked hearing their screams for mercy it turned her on. They wanted it, they wanted to die and she wanted to help them. She could spot them a mile away an unfaithful man begging her to end their miserable lives. She liked to see them cry and beg for forgiveness.

 

She wanted them to pray for it to end and she wanted to be their savior. She wanted to answer their prayers. Amen motherfucker she whispered then she lit a cigarette and walked out of the room into the hotel hallway.