Chapter 15

Everyone's face dropped, even the people I didn't call out by name looked like their best friend just got anal raped and kissed by a male prostitute with Herpes.

I stormed through the main work area, as Holly, The Boss and Mills fell in line behind me. I slammed my door open and proceeded to slam things accordingly. I wanted the mood to be as dramatic and traumatic as possible, just to show the level of severity I was at.

I moved my desk chair to the visitor side of the room, as I didn't feel like sitting at the moment and I knew I wanted my sweet Holly to have a seat.

"Take a seat, any seat. Thank you for coming." The sarcasm was very thick from my inner most angry sarcasm voice.

All three sat down and took a nice deep breath. They all three knew what I was about to say and how I was about to react but not quite sure how I would present it.

"I'd like to start with the farmer or how I dubbed him, The Dumbass. He accidently stumbled across an elevator shaft in the middle of a torn up, broken down barn. We capture him, instead of releasing him, for what reason?" My arms were going frantic during my little spiel.

The Boss chimes in, "Gregg, security is of the utmost importance to this operation. If we were to release him, he could spread the word about some random thing he found in some random barn and this could raise all kinds of flags."

Mills chimes in too, "Bud, these guys have got to have every need and urge fulfilled if they are going to be able to perform at their absolute best. If not, we have to go out hunting for some scum wads and it gets a lot more complicated from there."

"Holly, you have anything to add?" I asked softly.

"No, Gregg." She replies with a medium sized shrug of the shoulders.

"Ok, so how I understand it, we feed the "dead" serial killers with random American citizens, to keep them happy?" My face is emphatically transforming from happy to angry to confused, etc.

"A few must die to save the fates of millions Gregg." Excellent contribution Boss.

I ask angrily, "So, I am committed to this place now right, it's too late for me to back out?"

Mills replies, "Well, we do need a snack for Rader."

"Fuck you Mills. You think that's funny. You think it's funny to force me to participate in some form of government agency that allows monsters to live and innocents to die?" I think I made an excellent point.

Holly stands, "Listen, you had no choice but to come down here with us, I'm glad you're here with us, we all are. It grows on you; you didn't have to watch Gacy at work. You didn't have to help him. You made those choices, much like you chose to fall for me and me for you. I care about you so much and this will make my job a lot easier with you around." She walks up to me and hugs me, gently kissing my cheek before she exits the room.

Mills and The Boss stand too, "This is a necessary evil Gregg, and I need you to believe that. We aren't doing wrong and we aren't the bad guys. We are the good guys; we just have to work with some bad guys some times." Mills explained that very clearly for me.

They all exit my office and I put my chair where it belongs. As I sit down and think about this horrible mess I'm in, I realize that I can't get out and be away without being captured again and possible feed to the "agents".

All I can see, every time I blink is that fat fuck tearing open that man's neck, slamming his torn up dick in his neck and crème pieing the neck wound all because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ok, I couldn't just sit here and plot my descent into pure evil. I pulled out a steno and pen and made notes for the day, particularly the part when the feeding occurred. I assume they call it a feeding because it is curbing Gacy's appetite for sex, rape and destruction of life. On the other end of the spectrum you have Jeffy, feeding him is literally feeding him.

I scanned my office, just looking at the overall set up. It's too traditional. It's too standard for me. I take everything, the desk, the dresser, and the lamps, all of it and move it to one side of the room. Now, I begin with the walls, one wall will contain only 1:64 scale hot wheels cars, NASCARs and other cars of the such that I have collect since I became a Newport News Police Officer.

Then I post up three posters, one on each remaining wall. The first is a poster of a dollar bill, the extreme motivator for anyone to strive for success in any job. The second is an Atreyu poster from one of their early albums with the white Vampire on the front in the red bra and panties. The third and my personal favorite, a landscape printed poster of a bright yellow Lamborghini Aventador LP-700A making a top speed run at the Ring in Germany, its front wheels an inch off of the ground as it passes over one of the many crests.

They are all framed and taken well care of. I know have my daily décor up. Hot-wheels, unopened, hundreds of them covering the entire wall and my posters, each one with its own meaning to me. Now, how to set up my desk and dresser.

I slide my desk facing the far wall, there used to be a window there, I can tell. The dresser I put in the corner farthest away from my desk, it's full of Redskins gear, jeans, under clothes and suits in vacuum sealed bags. I position a mirror on my desk so when the door opens, I will know exactly who it is coming in from behind.

I have all this floor space now, I need an exercise machine, a bowflex would work. I need to get buff if I'm going to be tapping Holly's ass and making her squirt all over the place, that's for sure.

I get down on the floor and begin to do push-ups, clearing my mind and only focusing on solid form and perfect execution. I breathe how I was taught and I focus on the next push-ups instead of the current one.

What a first day it's been, where is a shower, where is the bed? If I'm going to live here I'm going to need more than some bullshit group stuff. I step out and head towards Holly's desk.

"Holly, sweetie, do we have a shower around here and a bed?"

She smiles and replies, "Right around the corner, you bedroom is labeled and you have a master bath connected to it."

I smile and ask, "Where is your bedroom at?"

She smiles back, "You mind if we share?"

"Seriously? Of course I don't mind."

Well, this day just keeps getting better and better. I have the woman of my dreams, a job that involves feeding serial killers regular human beings and my office is set up the way I like it. Yeah!

I head towards my bedroom, open the door and inspect the area and amenities. Being in this room makes me feel like I am completely removed from this underground safe house. I feel like I am in a mansion, awaiting my room service or something.

The room is bright blue with molding running through the middle of the wall hiding the transition into dark blue. I like this environment, I feel safe in here. The door has a lock on it and I have a chair to wedge up against it just in case I start to feel unsafe. Plus as far as I can see, there are no cameras but these fucks are sneaky down here.

I get undressed and get into a nice warm shower. Gacy's cum is still very prevalent, like a bad cologne.

I exit the shower, dry off and slip on some boxer briefs. Turn on the television, a fifty something inch Samsung and flip it to ESPN for the latest sports updates as I attempt to slip off into dreamland.

Before that happens, Holly enters my…our room. I sit straight up and watch her undress for me, slowly. I think I'll be able to stay awake for a bit longer. Smiles all around and of course, you know the rest.

What will tomorrow hold? What sort of excitement will come tomorrow?