Copyright 2012 Deadly Intentions Written by Michelle Knudson. No portion of this fiction book may be reproduced without written permission from Michelle Knudson. You may contact michelle@michelleknudson.com for written permission. This book is a fiction book. The characters are fake. The names are fake. This book was written for entertainment purposes only.
ALSO BY MICHELLE KNUDSON

TITLES

DEADLY DESIRE - FICTION
RED ROCK RAPIST - FICTION
ABANDONMENT – NON FICTION
SCREWED UP JUSTICE SYSTEM – TRUE STORY
PROTECTION – NON FICTION FOR ABUSE SURVIVORS
LEAVE THE MONSTER- NON FICTION FOR ABUSE SURVIVORS

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 I always hated my name Kathy Condell. I'm 35 years old female. I grew up in the ghetto part of St. George, Utah. There was nothing that I hated more than this city. I always loved guns. Guns made me feel powerful.

I looked back at the bed admiring the naked woman in my bed. She looked so adorable sleeping. She was a good fuck, but she could never keep up to my high sex drive no matter how much she tried too. One woman was never good enough for me. I fucked at least more than one woman a week. I could never stick to one woman.

The girl in my bed was the one that I met the other night at the club. She worked in Club 56 downtown. Her and I went out to diner afterward. She started to kiss me. One thing lead to another so we ended up back at my motel. She wanted to ride in my BMW since she didn't have a car.

I stepped outside to have a smoke. I left the door open. I didn't give a fuck if people saw my naked girl laying on my bed. I didn't give a flying fuck what people thought of me. I already knew that I was fucking crazy. I knew that I was beyond a point of no return. I didn't feel guilty since I already let this babe order whatever the fuck she wanted for dinner about two hours earlier. Money was no problem.

I finished my smoke. I looked around before I went back in the room. The clock read 1am in the morning. I put up sound proof blocks around the walls of the hotel since I didn't have a silencer. Recording studios often used sound proof blocks on the walls when doing a CD.

I gathered all the pillows, put my 9mm in the pillows, and shot my naked girl in the head. I watched the blood slowly run down her face and chest. I wanted to be the last person on earth to ever fuck her. You see I was an obsessed fuck. I didn't want anyone else putting their hands on my women.

I never handled rejection easily. I hated rejection. I would rather have my women dead than to hear rejection words out of their mouth. There was only one girl that I let escape my life because I loved her but she was crazy in her own way. The one special girl was named Lori. Lori was one of a kind unique in her own little special way. It was a different time in my life. I had everything to gain back then, but nothing to lose.

I picked up the dead girl off my bed that I shot in the head a few minutes ago. The dead girls name was Tiffany. I wrapped her up in the motel bed sheets. I took her in the back of my car and threw her in the back of my 1999 BMW. I never believed it was right to throw the victims in the truck. It just didn't feel right to treat them like a dog by throwing them in the trunk.

I wrapped her up in her favorite pink dress that she always liked to wear. She looked beautiful. I dabbed up the blood to clean up her blood splatter. I wrapped her up in the blanket. I never believed in digging a hole for my victims. I wasn't going to make them suffer anymore. I placed her under a bridge by the lake. I left her backpack on herself. I didn't take her money nor her identity.
I made sure to never know my victimict=s last names. I never wanted to know. Tiffany was 32. I drove back to the motel. I checked out immediately. I left the motel.

I burned my clothes in a trash barrel out back near the lake. I grabbed a new pair in my trunk.

It was barely 4am in the morning. I never slept worth shit. I didn't give a shit about sleep half of the time. I drove to Las Vegas, Nevada. I got a hotel on Martin L King Blvd. I stayed at the Budget 8. I went looking for another victim.

I toured the city through out the day. I went to the motor speed way to see a few of the race drivers. I was always fascinated by fast cars and fast things. Sometimes I wondered what the hell the motor speed way would look like if all the cars were blown up with gasoline.

I got a Margarita on Fremont street. I watched the show in the sky. It was one of the coolest things that I ever saw for the most part. I walked into Club Zero. It was great. Lots of people all around to talk to.

I ordered a drink at the bar. My favorite drink was shots of Tequila. A girl tapped my shoulder. She says, “Hey beautiful. Where are you from?” I replied, “I'm from Phoenix, Arizona”

She says, “What's your name? My name is Christina Melcom. “

I replied, “My name is Cathy. Nice to meet you!”

She says, “Would you like to join me and my friends over there?” She points to the table in the back.

I say, “ Sure. Thanks Christina!”

Christina and I walk over to the table. Christina says, “Everyone this is Cathy from Phoenix, Arizona.”

Everyone shakes my hand. I say, “Thanks.” I hop in next to Christina.

We talked all night about everything under sun. We talked about movie stars, movies, guys, and college. We basically talked about anything and everything. All night Christina kept touching the back of my hair and my leg. I knew what she suspected. She suspected that I was lesbian.

I whispered in Christina's ear, “How old are you sweet thing?”

Christina responds, “I'm 29. Do you wanna see my ID? “

I reply, “Nope babe thats okay. “

Christina says its 1am in the morning. I look at my watch. She was right. She says, “Well I'm ready to leave.” She says to me, “Can I catch a ride with you?” She winks at me.

I reply, “Sure. Let me grab my BMW out of valet. “ We walked out and waited a few minutes for valet. I tipped the Valet person a hundred.
Christina bought me up to her hotel room. She wanted me to spend the night is what she said in the car. She called her friends to let them know she got there okay. They wanted to make sure I wasn't a freak, but little did she know. She hung up the phone. I told her that she had a nice hotel room.

Christina started kissing passionately pushing me onto her bed. She was all over me. I didn't want to kill her. A part of me didn't even want to start kissing her. She lifted my shirt up and started touching my breasts. I lost any stupid reasons not to at that point. I didn't stop her. I just wanted to feel good. I think Tequila helped it along though.

I held Christina in my arms. I kissed her. I sucked on her breasts and bit her tits. I could tell that she liked it when I bit her tits. I whispered trust me in her ear. I put my hand on her throat and gently squeezed to the point of lightly choking her. I kept choking her as I bit on her tits again. She moaned in pleasure. I knew she liked it. Christina said, “It feels so good”

I grabbed my newly purchased big black dildo out of my bag. It was about ten inches and the width was thick. I made my way down to Christina's pants. I took off her pants and her shoes. I kissed around her panties. I removed her panties.

I tied Christina up with rope to the bed. I had her spread her legs and I tied them to the bed post. Her pussy was wet. I could tell she was turned on.

I bit her nipples again. I started to choke her again with my left hand. I put the ten inch dildo down by her pussy. I slowly inserted the big black dildo into her little vagina. I could see the dildo sas tretched her tight pussy as far as it could go. She began to whimper. I saw tears running down Christina's face as I pushed the dildo farther inside of her. I went slow each time I began thrusting in and out of her.

The dildo wasn't even half way inside of her. She cries out, “It hurts. I can't handle it. It's too big.” I tell her, “You can handle it. Just relax. Don't be a baby. “

I pushed the dildo inside even more. Christina screams, “It fucking hurts! I can't. She starts to thrash around. “

I tell her, “Shut up you little whore. You know you fucking wanted this you little bitch you've been throwing yourself at me all night long. “

I cover her mouth to muffle the scream. She bit me. I was livid. I shoved the rest of that dildo inside her so hard the rest of the way inside of her vagina. She resisted but the dildo was slowly going deep inside. It was almost there. It reached the half way point.

I kept pushing and pushing the dildo in her fucking pussy. Her screams kinda turned me on. I pushed once more even further so the dildo was all the way inside. Christina face was covered with tears running down it. I could see Christinas juices running out of her pussy onto her legs. I began thrusting the dildo in and out of her vagina. Christina kept begging me to stop. I told her to enjoy it. Her sobs began to turn into moans of pleasure after a while.

I left the dildo in Christina. I undid the ropes. I held her in my arms. I massaged her pussy. I whispered, “Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you babe. “ She replied, “It hurt like hell at first but I enjoyed it after you kept thrusting enough”. I asked, “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?” Christina replied, “No. I felt like you raped me when you wouldn't stop when I cried but then I liked it later on. Why didn't you stop?” I replied, “It was part of you enjoying it in the end. I'm sorry babe. “

I noticed there was blood on the bed sheet by Christina's vagina. I whispered, “Christina, honey, were you a virgin? Was your first time with me?” She replied, “Yes. I was a virgin until you took my virginity a few minutes ago. You were my first love for everything. I've never been with a guy or a woman before. “ I whispered in her ear, “I'm sorry love if I had known I would have been more gentle. I thought you just couldn't handle the width of the dildo. I had no idea you were a virgin. My god. Are you allright?” Christina replies, “Its okay. Don't worry. “

I held Christina in my arms. I put some cream on her pussy lips to make her feel better. We went to sleep around three am.

We woke up at 10am. She was laying next to me. I woke her up. I began sucking on her pussy. I loved her juices. She tasted like a peach.

She went to take a shower. I noticed she walked kinda weird to the bathroom. She was in the shower for 30 minutes. I lifted Christina up on the table where the coffee maker was. I took the coffee maker off the table. I spread Christina legs apart.

I lifted Christina's legs on to the top of my shoulders. I grabbed the dildo. I slid the dildo into her pussy. It went all the way in with ease. I began thrusting in and out of her pussy. She began to moan. Her fingernails dug into my back and made me bleed. She moaned and begged me to keep fucking her.

I put the strap on. I threw Christina on the bed. I spread her legs wide open. I began thrusting in and out with the strap on. I felt her juices running down her legs.

I turned Christina over on her belly. I pulled her ass to the end of the bed. I let her legs dangle off the edge. I fucked her with the strap on as hard as I could. She kept moaning more and more. Each thrust made her scream at the top of her lungs. She liked me more than she was willing to admit.

She began to call out my name. I began hitting her cervix. She told me that she was my filthy whore. She told me that I owned her. I thought it was crazy the women loved me fucking them. I wasn't finished yet. I faked a leg cramp to stop. I held her instr my arms for the longest time that felt like forever.

Christina kept talking to me as I admired her beautiful body. I found her conservations quite interesting. She did not bore me. She came across as a bright intelligent wonderful person.

Christina seemed special. I asked Christina if she wanted to go for breakfast. She smiled sweetly at me. She responded, “Yes, I'd love to go to breakfast with you.” I said, “Okay, great, let me get dressed real fast after I take a quick shower.”

I stood in the shower letting the hot water run over me. I couldn't get my mind off Tiffany. I sat there in shock. I knew Tiffany didn't deserve to die like that. The amount of guilt feelings that were on my shoulders was huge. I kept having flash backs of me putting a bullet in Tiffany's head and putting her under that bridge.

I didn't want Christina to see my 9mm gun. I yelled out to put the coffee maker on. Christina said, “No problem. Do you like cream or sugar or plain?” I yelled, “I'll make my cup of coffee. Just start the coffee marker k?” The shower was freaking noisy as hell.

I grabbed my cup of coffee after I dried off from the shower. I threw my black shirt and jeans on. I poured some sugar in my coffee. I asked her, “Where would you like to go eat at?”

She replied, “I know of this great place downtown. Do you wanna go to Mimi's Cafe?” I said, “Mimi's cafe sounds nice. “

We left the hotel room. We hopped in my BMW.

Christina's expression on her face changed. Christina said, “May I ask you something?”

I replied, “Sure. You can ask me anything. “ She gave me directions as we drove to the cafe.

Christina responds, “Why do you keep a 9mm handgun?”

I said, “You can never have enough protection. If it bugs you then I can discard it. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. “

Christina replies, “No. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a gun from the streets. You know the black market unregistered.”

We arrive at Mimi's Cafe. We walked in the door. There was no wait. Mimi's café looked pretty nice.

Christina says, “You should try the breakfast special. Its amazing!”

I say, “Sounds good!”

The waitress arrives to the table. The waitress says, “What can I get you girls today?”

Christina replies, “We'd like the breakfast special. “ The waitress replies, “What to drink?”

Christina replies, “Orange Juice and Vodka “

I reply, “Just a Pepsi”

Minutes later the Pepsi and orange juice arrive. The waitress tells us that our food will be out in about twenty minutes.

Christina says, “Where do we stand?”

I said, “What? Explain. “

Christina says, “Are we girlfriends?”

I said, “It depends. Sometimes I don't believe in true love. Some days I wonder how much more hurt my heart can handle. Why do you ask?”

Christina looks to the floor. Christina looks up at me. Christina stutters. Christina tried to fight back the tears.

Christina says, “I...um..ughh..was wondering if um last night meant anything to you. I guess I already know my answer. I just got one question though. Why aren't I good enough to be your girlfriend? “

I reply, “Christina, this isn't about you. You are perfectly good enough. Your smart and intelligent person. It's just a personal issue within myself. I don't like heartache. “

I spoke again, “Trust me. You are making a fatal mistake to even consider staying with me. I'm not worth it. You have your whole entire life ahead of you. Don't get one night of lust confused with real love. Real love over one night of knowing each other is bullshit. It's not possible. “

Christina shots back in a booming voice. “What if I get to know you?” says Christina.

I took another drag off my cigarette. I wasn't going to argue. I said, “I'm willing to compromise since you asked. I like someone who is determined to get what they want and refuse to accept no. You just showed me that. “

The f inood arrived. It tasted great. I said, “Do you like your food? How's your orange juice and vodka?” Christina replied, “It tastes great. Good choice. “

We sat there and ate silently. I think we were both tired from staying up late last night. There was something different about Christina. I couldn't figure out why she would want to love someone like me.

We went to the lake on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada. We spent the day there riding the jet ski's. It was fun. She held onto me as we took turns on the jet ski. I held her up when she was floating on her back in the lake. She loved the lake. We enjoyed the hot sun and the beautiful bright blue sky. We watched the sunset together out at the lake. We talked for hours. I never got tired of her questions. She wasn't driving me nuts. I found her quite interesting. I drew the word Love in the sand.

She leaned in to kiss me. I pressed my hands on her hair and kissed her back. I wrapped a blanket around her. I hid my 9mm underneath the seat of my BMW. I didn't want to scare Christina away.

We walked back to the car. We get in the car. Christina says, “I know that you sell real estate for a living. How in the world can you afford a BMW? “ I reply, “I saved my money to buy a used one. “

I wasn't hungry. Christina said she wasn't hungry either. We headed back to the hotel. We had already seen the city and everything it had to offer. We arrived back to the hotel.

I walked into the hotel room. I asked Christina if she wanted to take a shower first. I told her that I was going to smoke outside and I'd be back in a few minutes.

I sat in my car. Tears running down my face from feeling so shitty about my life. I didn't turn to killing until I reached age 30. I wanted to stop killing but I didn't know how to stop. I felt too guilty for hurting people that once hurt me in my childhood. I felt terrible for the innocent victims as a result of my actions. None of those people deserved it. I honestly felt that I was going to hell faster than the abusers in my childhood.

I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. I wiped away the tears. I gained my composure. I left the car and went back into the hotel room.

I went into the bathroom. I sorted the coke on the bathroom sink. Staying high was the only thing that made me happy anymore. Christina was my new girl, but I always wondered in the back of my mind when she would leave me too. I never hurt my partners. I never hurt my family.

We watched old movies for several hours on the cable TV. Some of the movies bought me back to happy times in my life. I laughed with Christina. Christina and I held each other.

We turned out the lights at 11:00pm. We were both tired. I wrapped my arms around Christina. I whispered in her ear, “Thank you for loving me. “ I kissed her hand.

I woke up at 4am in the morning. Christina was outside talking to some guy. The guy hit her and tried to drag her into his car. I grabbed my 9mm. I ran over him. I shouted at him to leave her alone.

The drunk rapist refused to let Christina go. He was going to rape Christina. I pulled the trigger. Three loud bang noises. It was deafening. Christina screamed as she watched him fall down dead. She creamed at all the blood splatter everywhere.

She yelled, “What the hell did you do? He's fucking dead!” I shouted, “He was trying to hurt you!”

I shouted for her to get in the car. She hesitated, “I'm not going.”

I yelled, “Christina get in the fucking car. We need to get out of here before the cops show up. “

I pointed my gun at Christina. I yelled,”Get in the fucking car!”

Christina got in the car. We drove off before anyone get could an accurate description of me.

There was a girl following us in the car. The mysterious girl shouted, “I know what the fuck you did bitch. I'm going to the cops!” She yelled out of her window.

I got out of the BMW. I yanked that girl out of her fucking car. I held her at gun point. I told her to put her hands on my hood. Iad! yelled at Christina to close her eyes.

I pulled the trigger and the mysterious girl was dead. I put three bullets in the back of her head. I put one through her mouth to shut her the fuck up.

I left her for dead along the road. Christina shouted, “I'm getting out of the fucking car. You just killed two people in an hour! You are fucking insane!” I locked the car.

I yelled, “Christina if you get out of the car then you are fucking dead too. Do you understand?”

Christina sobbed, “Its just dead bodies pile up around us. I'm scared. “

Christina reached for the car door open handle. She went to go run away. She ran and ran. I ran behind her. She fell over a tree branch.

I caught her. I held in my arms. I was on top of her. I whisphered in her ear “You got two choices here. Are you listening to me? “

Christina nodded. I said, “You either live a life of happiness with me or you're dead because I can't keep you quiet unless you're dead. You decide. “

I shouted, “I won't let you destroy me. I'd rather have you dead than to have you testify against me in court one of these days. Do you fucking understand?” I came this close to blowing her fucking head off. She never knew how close she came to death that day.

Christina sobbed, “I want to be with you. I only ran because I got scared. I don't want to go to jail for homicide. “ Christina slowly began to talk normal. I think she was relaxed. She kissed me for the longest time.

We made it out of the woods. We got back into the car. We drove on highway 405. I got pulled over by a highway patrol man on 405. I saw the flashing red and blue lights a half mile back. I rolled down my window. The officer says, “Hi Miss, We'd had a report of a homicide back at a hotel about thirty miles away from here. Someone identity the get away vehicle as a luxury model car such as a Mercedes or BMW. May I have your ID and registration? “

I said, “No problem.”

I gave it to him. Officer said, “Thanks. Just hold tight one moment please. “

It was raining hard. I got out of the car. I did not close the door.

I walked up behind the officer. I shot him right through the fucking chest. I put a bullet in his head. I grabbed my ID back. I grabbed my car stuff back. I throw the officer face down in the rain puddle. I left him for dead because he was on to me.

I pulled off onto route 91. I didn't dare to drive the freeway 205 anymore. I could tell the fucking cops were closing in the walls. It was only a matter of time until they caught me.

Route 91 was one of the lonely roads out here. You could hide several dead bodies without people ever finding them for months.

Christina kept screaming at me. I couldn't take her screaming anymore. She was freaking out.

I stopped the car. I got out. I told her to get out.

I put her on the hood of the car. I held her in my arms. I passionately kissed her. I kissed her neck. I made my way to her tits. I bit em and tugged on em a little bit. I could feel her bucking towards me. She was moaning.

I put the dildo in her vagina. I kept thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her feet were wrapped around my waist. I lifted her feet onto my shoulders so she could feel the dildo thrusting deeper inside of her.

I put her on her belly. I shoved the dildo in her ass. She cried out in pain. She begged me to stop. I kept pushing the dildo further inside her bum. I didn't care how much she begged the bitch didn't shut up earlier.

I began thrusting the dildo in and out of her ass. I fucked her until she couldn't handle anymore. She was worn out from being fucked.

I handcuffed her in the back of the car.

She begged me not to shoot her. I grabbed my lock blade. I slit her throat. I watched blood slowly get every where. I will never forget the sight of her blood all over.

I fucked her dead corpse with the dildo. Someone yelled, “Are you okay?”

I looked over. It was a police officer with flashing lights.

I yelled, “Yeah. Just ildgot my tire changed. I'm fine.”

He said, “Wait a second. Your car fits the description of one that we are looking for. “

I walked toward the officer. I shot him in the arm.

The officer shot back. He got me in the chest. I fell down.

I knew that I was going to die.

I heard the officer say on his radio, “I got the killer. Get back up on Route 91”

I woke up in the hospital. I had a handcuff attached to the bed. There was a corrections officer there. I knew that I had been caught.

I accepted the fact I was going to jail then prison. I only had to figure out a way to escape jail. I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

Nurse Betty paged Deputy BeBring over the intercom during his lunch break. Nurse Betty says, “I hate to tell you this but your inmate Kathy Condell died about twenty-five minutes ago in her sleep. She had a heart valve condition. She had a bad liver from consuming too much alcohol over the years as well.“

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