小滿 [5] / [9]
Again it was Sarah, or rather, Liza. She looked entirely different from the previous video. Her bright brown hair flowed behind her back like long silk, and it was neat and beautiful. Her make-up made Liza look like an angel. Her red lips were very attractive. She was wearing a pastel tone color one-piece dress, which showed her body's perfection and changed her aura into a very feminine one.
"You look amazing!"
the voice said.
"What should I do now?"
The way she talked didn't change. Flat, grumbling.
"Don't be so stiff, Liza. I like you already. I want to see your strength in handling men."
"My strength is not as strong as my hatred towards men,"
Liza answered. The voice laughed.
"Do you want to fight with guys fist on fist? That should be spectacular too!"
The amused voice changed like a snake, making a hissing sound that was threatening.
"Where do you think the woman's power lies?"
Liza didn't answer.
"Look at you, sweetheart. You're like an angel. That is your strength."
The screen shook and it's angle changed to the ceiling. Alexander and Cynthia could only make out the audio now. After not a long time, they heard both a man and a woman moaning, sucking, and the sounds produced by flesh-on-flesh collision, both panting loudly. And the scene ended.
Soon after, there was another scene showing Liza and a man together. The place where they were looked to be a general house.
He was an old man about 60, maybe 70. They were both naked. For some reason, the man lost consciousness, and stretched out on the sofa like melting candy. Liza was staring at the man. She grabbed a handgun, and cocked it.
The man's head exploded as if it were a melon walloped by mallet. Alexander noted the pistol: a Model 29 S&W revolver not dissimilar, and, in fact, identical, to the blued model used by Dirty Harry.
A .44 Magnum; no longer the most powerful handgun in the world, but plenty powerful enough to do the job. The smile on her face before the tape cut to black was . . . It was definitely her, there was no denying it. It was her in all her dark allure, beauty, and terror.
So this was the birth of a killer, of a predator, Alexander thought to himself. She had mental issues, to be sure, but, whatever she was at present, she was certainly the product of her environment. She wasn't born this way. She was made this way. Still, she tried to kill him, and, as far as Alexander was concerned, it was either she or him.
Both Cynthia and Alexander were lost for words for a few seconds. This was too on the nose, as if somebody prepared it as an insurance policy to use as irrefutable evidence. Nobody spoke.