“Welcome, everyone,” Margaret started as I moved toward the silver can at the back of the room.

I made sure to keep my head down, and as the lights went out, I stood among the shadows to see this super agent at work. Kirby was sitting off to the side and halfway down the steep auditorium seating, but she was perfectly positioned for me to watch her. I needed to keep a close eye on my slippery little bunny.

Her mother didn’t know it yet, but Kirby was trying to run off to another country, and that was something I simply couldn’t allow. My cloned version of her phone showed that she called her dad in England, and she tried to purchase a plane ticket after the call. Unfortunately, as soon as Kirby finished placing the order for the flight, I immediately clicked on the confirmed purchase link and canceled the reservation. I was highly entertained by envisioning the look on her face as she continued to receive canceled notifications. I’d been even more amused when the credit card company froze her card. But I couldn’t stop her father from buying her a ticket, so I needed to get my Sunshine in a cage before that happened.

Sorry Sunshine, but you’re not sprinting off that easily. I have big plans for you.

“Today, I’m going to put up images on an unsolved case, and I want you to tell me what you see,” Margaret said to the class as the first image appeared on the massive screen.

I turned my gaze from Kirby to the screen and sucked in a deep breath as my cock stirred in my pants. The image on the screen was mine. Well, it wasn’t one of my photos, I took much better photos than the flat and unimaginative one on the screen, but it was one of my kills.

The image was of a woman I’d left leaning up against a tree with her arms pinned above her head. The artwork I’d carved into her body was that of a ballet dancer with flower petals falling around her. I’d taken the time to sew her eyes shut, so it looked like she was sleeping, but you could tell by the slightly concave look of her eyelids that she was missing her eyeballs. I remembered this kill clearly, but I remembered them all in HD-like detail.

“What do you see,” Margaret asked and pointed to a random guy in the front row.

“The body looks clean, so I’d say they are methodical, and they have a large ego, or they wouldn’t display the body for everyone to see,” he said, and my lip twitched at the pathetic response. I should put the FBI out of their misery and permanently remove him from the class.

“What about the image on the body?”