Capturing Justin

By the time the man took a step forward, Justin's death was already inevitable.

The man moved slowly. Each tapping of his feet onto the stone floor of this dilapidated, noisy, hideous, and lousy sex shop brought nothing but chaos within the very core of the man's psyche. Every step he took was an unbearable part of a needed process.

Justin was out there reading god knows and chewing something nobody cared about as he looked at the approaching man with the same level of laziness, similar to how he greeted the man earlier. He was clueless as he gazed at the bringer of his doom.

Most of the murders that the man had committed were all initiated by his passion and his sexual desires. This is the first time the man had actively wanted to erase someone from the face of the Earth without any reason other than him hating his very existence. There is no reason for this pig to receive the full extent of this man's thunderous rage. However, his life, his past, his future, his dreams, his plans, his relationships, his good deed, and his bad ones were all null in the mind of the man right now.

At this very moment, there is only one thing that the man knows about Justin.

"Welcome, sir..."

And that's all he would ever need to know.

"Hey," The man swallowed all the rage within him, and it proved to be effective because Justin did not even realize that Subject 1 is already filled with thoughts about how he would proceed to kill him.

"What do you want? We have like, limited stock here. If you want some more other stuff and whatever that's not here in the store right now... uhh..." He spoke with a rather posh sounding Southern accent that has a touch of Valleyspeak. His voice is equally as lazy-sounding as his prior greeting; his voice was higher than most men, but it was not too high because the man could hear his voice lowering at the end of every vowel he speaks.

The man did not want to waste his time any further. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can I go there?" The man interrupted.

"What?" Justin said with a smile slowly forming on his face.

"You know what I'm talking about," The man said while looking around outside of the shop through the open blinds of the window. "nobody comes here anyway. I want to fuck."

Justin chuckled as a hint of joy crept upon his eyes. His initial smile now turned into a grin that stretched far at the edge of his cheeks. He then spat whatever he was chewing on the ground before speaking. For the record, it was a blue gum. He used his arm to support his body as he inclined onto the long, glass, rectangular shaped encasement where all of the sex toys he sells was shown using a bright fluorescent lamp. He leaned his upper body forward, putting his face closer into the man's chest to subtly inhale his scent. He didn't show it in his face, but the way he very hastily blinked thrice and the way his jaws shook just a little bit showed that what entered through his nostrils was an odor that he loved a lot.

Although Justine tried his hardest to conceal the way he sniffed the alluring scent coming out of the man's heated body, Subject 1 still noticed the way his nose moved by the time he leaned his head towards him. The man did not appreciate this at all. He wanted to conceal his anger for as long as he could to make this a systematic, less passionate, and less obvious murder, but this cashier personnel is really getting on his nerves. In fact, he wasn't seeing a man behind the glass counter anymore. He only saw a pig. An animal wanting to have free reign from his own glass fence to gobble on his treat right away. He would also see the way the man was trying his hardest to act like he was someone hard to get, but in reality, if the man would just shove his face on his used laundry, then Subject 1 would have probably already made this pathetic excuse of a human being into what it is.

A pig.

Not a man.

Definitely not even a run-on-the-mill cashier in some sex store in the outskirts of a rural town.

He's nothing but a stupid piggy boy, sniffing his little snack before wetting it with his spit.

The horny little pig bit his lip as he purred in a low voice as he breathed the smell of the man's sweat once again.

"Well," Justin said as his eyes gawked all over the man's body from head to toe. He very much liked what he's seeing. "I dunno. I'm not really allowed to do that."

"I don't care." The man finally showed Justin a glimpse of his anger as he gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes. However, he still managed to suppress his anger in time. He had this entire thing planned out already, after all. He breathed to temporarily let his passion escape until the time was right. "Just let me in. I want you so fucking bad."

"Mmm... Really?" Justin chuckled as he laid his head onto his palms. "And where do you suppose we should fuck, huh? Here? You do know that people can come in anytime, right?" Justin probed as he licked his upper lip.

The man once again gritted his teeth as he clicked his teeth as silently as he could with his hands balled into a fist. Justin saw this subtle wave of anger before him, but instead of worrying, his horniness heightened instead. The thoughts that went through him increased his desire to gobble on this man's package more than ever. He wondered that maybe Subject 1's dominant nature caused this erratic behavior that he's showing right now, and his submissive self wanted him now more than ever. He could only imagine the amount of rough humping he would do to his weak little waist at the glass counter; they would even probably leave a few cracks on it as he fucked the ever-living shit out of him on top of so many of these sex toys.

Oh my! In fact, he was even imagining the probability of using all the products he was selling in the store. How euphoric it would have felt if he would use all of those onto him to punish his little boy pussy.

As his imagination ran wild, the man suddenly ambled towards the door; Justin saw this and immediately jerked his head upward and was about to call him out so he would return in front of him when he saw Subject 1 locking the door and flipping the sign hanging on the door to show the words "Sorry, We're Closed" to the people outside. The man then looked at Justin with an unblinking gaze as he pulled all of the blinds down to cover the glass windows of the store with all the strength he could muster while still trying to suppress his desire to just kill him there and then.

Justin saw this and immediately understood what he was trying to imply by looking at him with such an excited gaze while trapping him within this space amid the presence of many sexually suggestive products around them.

"What now? Is there anything else?"

Justin chuckled. He leaned his body towards the man once more; this time, he's much closer. He took another whiff of the man's scent, letting it all in his nose like a boar in full heat. "How about the cameras?"

The man rolled his eyes but still tried to show a smile on his face in his attempt to make him look approachable, but he just came off looking like a maniac instead. He wanted so hard to make this a clean kill. He didn't want to make a mess out of this little detour of his. All the man ever wanted is to get this man's attention, silence him somehow, lure him in a place where no one would find him later, and then he would kill him there. It was a plan that he made on a whim, and besides, the man was not the best when it comes to planning things out.

What he excels the most is how he would implement these plans to better suit his needs at that moment and adapt according to whatever may come his way while he was doing his already questionable ideas. Most of the time, his plans are just as simple as it gets; sometimes, we would think that he paid an elementary school kid to make his abduction methods for him. Just like in the case of Carol, where his plan was to drug her somehow, it still worked because Carol already liked him to begin with, right? The man never thought about that, though; in fact, the man did not even imagine that possibility to occur while he was plotting the way he would get Carol.

He would have something, he would do it, and then he would adapt.

Not this time, though...

"Shut it fucking down then!" The man intoned; the volume of his words grew louder in every syllable spoken.

This time, he just really wants to kill this sniffing piglet before him. All he wished for at that time was to put him down into a mud somewhere and watch him dance around while squealing with his little piggy nose.

He just really wants to kill this man.

Justin flinched after seeing the man's display of impatience, but instead of finally getting the clue that this man can and will turn him into a corpse one way or another, he submissively complied with his domineering command, shutting all of the cameras in the building. "I-It's done, Sir."

"Are you gonna let me in there now?"

"Hmm..." Justin said, already wanting to agree but still acting coy. "No, but ye—"

That's it.

And then it crashed.

Oh, boy did it crash hard onto the glass counter, and by it, I mean his face, leaving a few cracks as Justin's consciousness dwindles right after he let out a silent yelp.

It felt even better whenever I watched it in the archives we have while observing Subject 1. Let me play it for you again.

"No, but ye—"

"... but ye—"

"... ye—"

Hear that?

"... ye—"

The way the sharpness of his voice heightened like that of a whimpering dog is just the greatest! The way his voice shoots up like a firecracker shooting up into the sky until it finally boomed, crashed onto the glass, like the blast of many fireworks bursting into the air. You know how it would scatter high above, forming a circular-shaped blast? The same thing happened to the cracks that appeared onto the glass.

He sounded the same as those swine waiting for their turn to get butchered in the slaughterhouse. Oink, oink, oink, he would go like a dumb a little bitch, begging for the man to eat him fried. However, though the man anticipated for him to squeal for him a little bit more outside of the store, he just couldn't stand his horned up stalling.

Blood then drips out of his face as the man heaved slowly within the silence that prevailed throughout this godforsaken store.

Finally, after so long, he had received his desired silence. With only the whirring sound of the fluorescent light going through his ears, the man wiped his face using his palm as he finally realized how cramped it was in this dimly lit store. He inhaled while he swiftly observed his surroundings, noticing finally that the store was not painted, and the walls are all just rough, gray concrete; the only thing brightening the surrounding was all the colorful toys all around, giving it a sort of rainbow feel. He finally exhaled the breath he was holding within his chest when his gaze landed on the man lying on the floor. He tapped his foot while thinking about ways he could deal with this son-of-a-bitch lying on the floor as he looked at his ashen skin, slender body, and the now bloodied but still almost flawless face.

The man panted and gasped, not because the act of bashing this pig's face onto the glass counter was exhausting but because all of his pent up anger had finally found its way out of his heart.

"... Should have just let me in." Subject 1 said as he forcefully carried Justin out of the other side of the counter. He then threw him on the ground while looking all around him. He took a few sex toys while looking for the thing he was trying to find. He arranged Justin's arms to turn it into the shape of a toilet bowl on top of his torso so all the toys wouldn't fall. When he finally found it, he threw all the many sex toys he had taken from the store's displays onto Justin's unconscious body before dragging it towards the thing that caught his attention.

With all the sex toys on top of Justin, Subject 1 pulled his body using his feet towards a room that has a sign that says "Authorized Personnel Only."

Some of you may not agree with how the man handled this situation, but I bet you don't even have the patience to hold your anger as well as he did in this situation.

After all, wouldn't you want to eat your pork steak by the time it was served on your table?