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Funeral Director's Shadow
By Thomas Miller
It was a quiet and somber day at Forever Grace funeral home. The sun shone weakly through the dark clouds, casting an eerie shadow over the building. Inside, Jules Mortencraft, the funeral director, sat at his desk, flipping through paperwork. He was a tall, imposing man, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a strong build, but his appearance was deceiving. Most people would never suspect the twisted thoughts that ran through his mind.
Jules was known for his exceptional sales tactics. He had a way of manipulating grieving families into purchasing the most expensive funeral packages. His methods were unorthodox, but they always seemed to work. What most people didn't know, however, was that Jules had a dark secret that he kept hidden from his colleagues and clients.
As he sat at his desk, Jules heard a knock at the door. He straightened up and put on his most charming smile as he called out, "Come in."
The door opened and a woman entered. She was in her mid-forties, with long blonde hair and a tear-stained face. Jules recognized her as Mrs. Elizabeth Harrison, the wife of the recently deceased Mr. Harrison.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Harrison," Jules said, rising from his chair. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
Mrs. Harrison nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling.
Jules walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Please, let me offer you some comfort in this difficult time."
Mrs. Harrison looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and sorrow. Jules could already feel the desire building up inside him. He had a knack for sensing when a woman was vulnerable and in need of his...services.
"Thank you," Mrs. Harrison said, her voice barely a whisper.
Jules led her to a comfortable sofa and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her, pulling her closer. She leaned into him, and Jules could feel her body shuddering with sobs.
"It's all right," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of everything for you."
Mrs. Harrison looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. "What do you mean?"
Jules smiled and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can take care of all the funeral arrangements for you. I know it's a difficult and overwhelming task, but I can make it easier for you. Just leave everything to me."
Mrs. Harrison's eyes widened with surprise. "But...how?"
Jules pulled back and looked into her eyes, his own filled with a strange intensity. "Trust me," he said, his voice almost hypnotic. "I have a way of making things happen."
Mrs. Harrison hesitated, but something in Jules' eyes made her believe him. She nodded slowly, giving in to his charm and persuasion.
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely audible.
Jules smiled, his plan already set in motion. He knew that Mrs. Harrison would be putty in his hands. He would take care of everything for her, and in return, she would give him what he desired most.
As Mrs. Harrison left the funeral home, Jules made a phone call. "Mr. Axem Smith," he said smoothly. "I have a new client for you to meet."
A few minutes later, a tall man with a stern expression entered Jules' office. "Mr. Mortencraft," he said, nodding in greeting. "What can I do for you?"
Jules gestured to the paperwork on his desk. "This is Mrs. Elizabeth Harrison," he said. "Her husband just passed away, and she's in need of our services."
Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. "And you want me to handle the arrangements?"
Jules nodded. "Yes, but I want you to go above and beyond with this one. I have a feeling that Mrs. Harrison will be willing to pay top dollar for the best funeral package money can buy."
Mr. Smith's expression remained stern, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "And what do you want in return?"
Jules smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I want you to make sure that Mr. Harrison's...appendage is removed before the funeral."
Mr. Smith's eyes widened in surprise. "That's...unusual."
Jules shrugged. "It's what the widow wants. And she's willing to pay extra for it. Consider it a bonus for your excellent services."
Mr. Smith hesitated, but he ultimately nodded. "Very well, Mr. Mortencraft. I'll take care of it."
Jules smiled, pleased with himself. He knew that Mrs. Harrison would be more than willing to pay extra for such a...personalized service. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she found out what he had arranged for her.
Over the next few days, Jules made sure to keep in touch with Mrs. Harrison, offering her emotional support and guidance as she made the funeral arrangements. He made sure that everything was taken care of, from the coffin to the flowers to the catering. He even arranged for a special performance by a choir that Mrs. Harrison had always admired.
Mrs. Harrison was grateful and overwhelmed by Jules' assistance. She had never met anyone so caring and considerate, and she found herself drawn to him. Jules, on the other hand, was biding his time. He knew that the moment was approaching when he would finally get what he wanted.
The day of the funeral arrived, and Jules was there to greet Mrs. Harrison as she arrived. He offered her his arm and escorted her to her seat, his hand lingering on her back as they walked. Mrs. Harrison blushed, but she didn't pull away. She was grateful for his presence and support.
As the ceremony began, Jules watched Mrs. Harrison closely, waiting for the right moment. When it came time for the eulogy, he saw her shoulders shake with sobs. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Let me comfort you."
Mrs. Harrison nodded, and Jules took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. She leaned into him, seeking solace in his touch. Jules could feel her body trembling, and he knew that she was ready.
After the ceremony, Jules escorted Mrs. Harrison to her car. "Thank you for everything," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "You've been so kind to me."
Jules smiled and leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against hers. "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Harrison. I'm here for you whenever you need me."
Before she could respond, Jules kissed her, his hands roaming over her body. Mrs. Harrison gasped, but she didn't pull away. She was too overwhelmed by a mixture of grief and desire.
When the kiss ended, Jules looked into her eyes, seeing the hunger and longing in them. "Come with me," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I'll take you to a place where you can forget your pain and indulge in your desires."
Mrs. Harrison nodded, unable to resist the temptation. Jules led her to his car and drove her to a luxurious hotel. He had reserved a suite for them, complete with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi.
As soon as they entered the room, Jules took Mrs. Harrison in his arms, kissing her passionately. She responded eagerly, her body pressed against his. Jules could feel her hands roaming over his body, and he knew that she was ready for him.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. She moaned as he removed her clothes, his hands and lips exploring every inch of her body. Jules was a master in the art of seduction, and he knew exactly how to please a woman.
As they made love, Mrs. Harrison forgot all about her grief and pain. She surrendered herself to the pleasure that Jules gave her, and for a brief moment, she felt alive again.
Afterwards, as they lay in each other's arms, Jules whispered, "You were incredible, Mrs. Harrison."
She smiled and snuggled closer to him. "Please, call me Elizabeth."
Jules chuckled. "As you wish, Elizabeth."
They spent the whole night together, indulging in each other's bodies and desires. In the morning, as Elizabeth got dressed to leave, Jules handed her an envelope.
"What's this?" she asked, opening it.
"It's a gift from me to you," Jules said, his smile full of mischief.
Elizabeth gasped as she saw the amount of money inside the envelope. "This...this is too much."
Jules shook his head. "It's nothing compared to what you've given me. Consider it a thank you for choosing Forever Grace funeral home."
Elizabeth smiled, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you, Jules. You've been a godsend."
Jules leaned in and kissed her one last time. "I'll always be here for you, Elizabeth."
As she left, Jules couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had fulfilled his desires and made a hefty sale for the funeral home. Everything had gone according to plan.
But as he got ready for work, Jules couldn't shake off a strange feeling that something was off. He shrugged it off, chalking it up to exhaustion from the night before.
But as the weeks passed, Jules couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. He noticed that Mr. Axem Smith was avoiding him, and when he finally confronted him, Mr. Smith's expression was grave.
"Jules," he said, his voice somber. "I think it's time we had a talk."
Jules frowned, a sense of unease settling in. "What about?"
"Mr. Harrison's...appendage," Mr. Smith said, his eyes cold and accusing.
Jules' heart skipped a beat. He knew what Mr. Smith was talking about, and he also knew that he was in deep trouble.
"What about it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"It wasn't there," Mr. Smith said, his eyes boring into Jules'.
Jules felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that when I went to prepare Mr. Harrison's body for the funeral, his...appendage was missing," Mr. Smith said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I have a feeling that you had something to do with it."
Jules' mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation. He couldn't let Mr. Smith know the truth. He couldn't let anyone know the truth.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jules said, trying to sound innocent. "I had nothing to do with it."
Mr. Smith's expression softened slightly. "I hope for your sake that's true, Jules. Because if it's not, I'll make sure the police find out about your little sales tactic."
Jules felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that Mr. Smith was serious. He had no choice but to play along and act innocent.
"Of course, Mr. Smith," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I would never do anything like that."
Mr. Smith nodded, but Jules could see the doubt in his eyes. He knew that he had to be more careful from now on. He couldn't afford to let his secret be exposed.
But as the days passed, Jules couldn't help but feel a lingering guilt and fear. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, and he knew that one day, it would all come crashing down around him.
But for now, he would continue his twisted game of lust and death, using his charm and manipulation to get what he wanted. After all, he was the master of his own fate, and no one could stop him. Or so he thought.