Ok teaser, it's finished I need ideas to publish it, 15 pages

 
An introduction
 
I woke up today in a bit of a haze, my right hand tingling. I wrestled it out of the sheets to find my fingers turning a shade of blue from the electric cord wrapped around them. “Shit, I got to take better care of myself”, my thoughts roll in my head as I untangle my fingers from the cord, shaking the blood back into them. Now I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. I am not some desperate heroin addict that tied off with the lamp cord and passed out with the needle still hanging out of his arm. Well maybe you didn't think that but either way that's not me; although I do admit to the cord being a part of my ritual, a part of my addiction. Junkies are weak, they succumb to the inanimate. They are nothing like me, I succumb to nothing, or no one. For me the rush of my addiction is in being god, if only for a little while. Power over another is intoxicating.
 
She is so beautiful, think I'll keep her for a while and play some more! Stroking her hair I play back in my head the soft whimpers as she gives up and accepts her fate. Those eyes; on my god those eyes, they moved through every human emotion before she inhaled her last breath. “Shit, I almost forgot!” I pull the 3000 count linen off her still body, it's sexy to watch the silken flow of the sheet as it traces over her firm tits, across her soft skinned tummy and catches a little on the stubble of her not so freshly shave pubic mound. There she is, my girl, naked, and unashamed. I craw up over her and place my torso against hers. I get close, my face inches from her, I look into the dark pooled pupils of her blood shot eyes, my tongue slides into her mouth and parts her now cold lip. I loosen the electric cord and I let my body weight push the last breath out of her lungs. I inhale as I kiss her. I breathe in her last breath.  I can feel her spirit leave her and enter my lungs “I am a succubus feeding on her.” I role over and collapse beside her, exhaling like a crack head on his first toke. The whole of the nights activities fresh in my mind, “fuck yes!”  She has been my greatest joy, think I will keep her around for at least another fuck or two.
 
       My phone rings, shit. “Hello?” It's Larry my boss, crap I am late for work. “Jeremiah get your ass to work, your an hour late and we need to get ready for dinner or were gonna get our asses kicked”. Yes sir I reply, and like that, I am no longer god, damn it! “Well baby guess you'll be here tonight won't you? Now don't feel like you have to leave or anything, make yourself at home”,...I crack myself up!
Work is a miserable place, yea I am good at it, shit I can cook circles around Larry, like he ever cooks any more.  I swear these cows come to the feed like the bell was rang at the barn, they make me sick. I guess I could be more cool with cooking if I wasn't in this town full of polygamist fucks, crap one family can fill half the dining room at once, can't stand those sick self righteous fucks. Priesthood Holder, my ass, just a sex addicted peckerwood using fear of god to control and manipulate everyone around him! I am not scared of you fuckers or your god!
 
Thoughts drift back to his childhood, Jeremiah was the child of a polygamist, he knew firsthand the tyrannical side of that life. Thomas (not deserving of the title dad, Jeremiah had not called him that since 12 yrs old.) was a 6'6" bear of a man who had no problem beating the shit out of his son, and emotionally shredding his wives and daughters. When Jeremiah caught dad jerking off one time, Thomas made him finish the job, told him if he told anyone about it they would excommunicate him for touching his father that way. That sick bastard, how many holes do you need to satisfy one cock. At the age of thirteen Thomas and his “brothers” kicked Jeremiah off the compound, he was a good looking kid, and some of the younger girls were starting to notice him. This would not due at all, as most of them were all ready designated to others by the profit.(more about that crazy bastard later) So that's Jeremiah, a lost boy, a chef, a polygamist in his own way.
 
Lori the dead girl back at his house was not the first. She shared this man with several more collected souls, all of them their last breath taken by him