Colin pressed Laura against the oak tree as they kissed, then he slipped his hands from her face to her neck. He had strangled and buried four other girls in these woods. All murdered on evenings like this and buried nearby.
Laura’s tongue reached deep and wrapped around Colin’s. His eyes opened wide and he gagged as he felt a tugging sensation at the back of his throat. He pushed away from the teenage beauty. She stayed still, but her tongue extended and pulled harder. Beyond the tree, Colin could see his four victims, watching in silence.