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All Chapters of The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Liz, for one of the few times in her life, thanked whatever god there was that she was unable to speak on impulse anymore. It was hard to say a straight-faced lie to what she considered to be a walking, talking lie-detector in terms of pure instinct alone, but years of dealing with the girl had given her enough leeway for the redhead to trust her simply on word alone. The fact that her voice was entirely artificial also helped. Probably. "When was last contact?" the blonde detective asked, one hand on her neck as the other continued to check the presumed crime area for clues. "Just before eight," Heather replied,

X.I The Weekly Ritual

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

The depravity of man knows no boundaries. While there were actions more despicable than the ones that took place, society moves forward without a care in the world... In the meanwhile... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ In a nondescript room in one Downtown Midas's numerous office buildings, one Dio Panagopolous was examining his newly-acquired specimen for the week. Well, technically his second for the week, but who's counting? &

X.II The Weekly Ritual

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Decisions, decisions... What would one think of when presented with something so delectably ravishing in front of them? There were so many ways that the famished COO could start their session. It might not be too bad to simply go with his usual routine of relentlessly pleasuring his specimen until they begged for him to stop. But with a specimen as precious as the one beneath him, he might just try and do something different. It was a special occasion; having such a healthy heart waiting for him to study it. "MMMMPHHHH!!"Read more

X.III The Weekly Ritual

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

It was like fireworks. "Ahh.. Aahhh!" Alexa knew that she was being raped; that she had never wanted this to happen in the first place. It was revolting... Disgusting... And yet... *BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP* Her body felt like it was on fire. "Ahh! AHHH!" The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room, drowning out the unmistakable proof of her rapidly beating heart from ever reaching her ears. The weeping teacher couldn't help but

Interlude VIII: A Bartender's Thoughts

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

A small glimpse... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ Zofia always fashioned herself to be a professional. Be it being a bartender or being a good wife and boss, the Russian immigrant will always give her all in being effective and polite; even when in the presence of her husband and close friends. She can shed this mask during proper times of vulnerability, of course; especially when alcohol is involved. But to everyone else, she would always be Zofia, the professional bartender working at the Sun and Moon; always ready to lend an ear to anyone's problems with full confidentiality...Read more

XI.I Simmering Agitation

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Time moves forward... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ "And for this adverb, the correct usage would be as displayed on the board." It has been two days since Heather had last seen Alexa. Liz had promised that she'd give her updates in regards to her progress, but so far, there was no news surrounding her currently missing friend. The redhead had managed to function properly yesterday; promptly doing what was required of her as a teacher for her students. But she knew it was only a mat

XI.II Simmering Agitation

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

"I thought you guys hated me..." Dried tears obscured Heather's glasses as she found herself with her knees raised up on her chin; sitting down on the tiled floor of the ladies' restroom without a care for her now partly wet uniform. Beside her, the young student leaned on her left side; resting her head on the teacher's arm as they sat in their shared catharsis. The older redhead knew that they should be heading back to their designated classroom to finish her current lesson. But seeing the state of her young charge resting by her side, she didn't have the heart to do so anymore. Might as well take a break. She could always speed through a few of the easier lessons anyway. Read more

XI.III Simmering Agitation

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Charlie was getting worried. Ever since Wednesday, Ms. Littman had been acting strange; absently responding to questions, forgetting which part of the lesson they were in, and just like half an hour ago, seemingly daydreaming when she wasn't saying something to her class. Their teacher also never entertained their questions as much as before, as if she was actively trying not to speak to them too much. The young boy's thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Ms. Dabachach, and the fact that they hadn't apologized to their beloved homeroom teacher yet. "We should've apologized sooner..." the de facto leader of Class 5-B sighed to himself. Read more

XII.I Those Left Behind

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Time moves forward... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ "What happened?" Lina couldn't help but sigh as Charlie asked her the burning question just before she could leave their classroom. Not that it was a sore topic, but the redhead believed in the sanctity of girl talk. Her older sister had taught her that heartfelt conversations between two girls should be kept secret from boys, no matter how close she was to the boy in question. Besides, her classmates didn't need to know what their beloved homeroom teacher thought about them during those brief moments.&

XII.II Those Left Behind

The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer/MokouFriedChicken

Exactly as Lina had predicted, Charlie took it hard. "W-What?" The redhead held a frown as she watched the boy in front of her pace nervously around the small patch of rooftop that they were currently at. It was to be expected. She had seen how Charlie looked at Ms. Red at times; her nominal leader always gazing at their teacher with rapt attention despite himself not caring all that much with the other teachers. While she was no better when it came to idolizing their favorite teacher, her classmate seemed to think that their Ms. Red was some kind of perfect icon; someone capable of no wrongdoing or mistakes when it came to the welfare of them and her other students.

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