Violent Stories from The South of Sweden: The Man from Veberöd

By Leif J Tranemose

William Moberg was a mountain of a man who had a dark secret. He had a farm outside the village, a place not a lot of people had seen and lived to tell about. He grew his plants with care, using his personal secret as a soil. Young blonde women. Moberg was the worst serial killer the South of Sweden had seen in a lifetime but Göran Danielsson from the police in Lund was on his trail. It didn't get easier when his girlfriend got involved, but was she an accomplish or a victim?
It all leads up to an explosive ending at the Moberg farm outside Veberöd.
One dose sadistic killer, one dose clumsy police, several doses sex and you get a Southern Swedish tale.

An explicit and graphic tale of murder, deception and adultery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leif J Tranemose
• Release date: Apr 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005777487

Leif J Tranemose

Leif J. Tranemose is a new author of graphic violent crime novels with explicit overtones.His books take place in places where he has lived at some point in his long life. The books are based on ideas and thoughts from his lively mind, based on places he has been, places he likes. Inspired by people he got to know through the years and events that have made an impression.What is true and what is not is up to the readers to figure out. After all, it is called fiction.You can probably find him sitting in a pub in some quiet town. His hobbies are petting coos and studying animals in their own habitat.LJT was born outside Copenhagen in Denmark, since then he has traveled the world and lived in several different countries. Among his hobbies are finding new pubs, new acquaintances, traveling and sleeping. He's not a keen on talking, but once you get him started, it's hard to silence him. Once he had passed half a century, he finally sat down and wrote a book, and he is already on a new one.Books should be easy to read, like two people sitting and having a discussion and one trying to explain something, so easy. He is not so interested in history, scents and colors, more what happens from point A to B and so on. One book a day is easily consumed, if the book has not received his attention before the first chapter is over it goes on to the next.His two favourite writers are Michael Slade and Chelsea Cain.LJT is a big Batman fan!Have you ever wondered how it would feel like being in a novel yourself? Feeling the heart pump from being chased by someone who wants to hurt you? The satisfaction of catching a bad guy and making them pay the price? That moment in bed when you turn over to look at your wife and a clown looks back at you? How about the sweet moments with the damsel in distress?I can personalize any story to your liking, have you do anything you would like, even if you want it done to you. All you need to do is tell me a few things and I will make it happen to you, with you, for you. Anything goes in the world of written words. It will be a story for your eyes only, with your name on the cover.The normal price is much higher, but I am running a special until the end of July, the heatwave has made me loose my mind :-) For 250 dollars you will get your own personal no holding no holding back book, you can have it as violent and detailed/gory as you'd like and also if you want it erotic(soft, hard, whatever your liking is) you'll get that too.The minimum amount of words will be 5000.Contact me at [e-mail] for more information. Payment will be via paypal, up front.

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PART ONE

MAN IS A PLANT: IT IS BORN - IT BLOOMS - IT DIES

Now the whole ground began to fade and smile,

now Flora comes and sleeps with Febus

---

CARL LINNAEUS

CHAPTER

ONE

The man from Veberöd stood closer to seven feet than six above the ground, built like a lumberjack, beautiful as a statue from Ancient Greece.

He smiled at the girl behind the counter. A smile with warmth, glittering white teeth behind slightly parted lips.

She had seen him when he entered the store. It was almost closing time, something she had forgotten at first when her knees became weak from his presence.

The girl smelled good, a mix of a light lemon scent, and her female arousal tickled his nose in billowing waves. He was excited. Big and stiff in his pants, he knew he had found his new prey.

She was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse that was almost transparent to his eyes that stared unabashedly at her bust.

The big giant was wearing dark trousers and a black polo, he looked like a civilian policeman from one of the movies she had seen on TV.

Like a predator, he approached her, his right-hand protruding.

‘Hello, Missy.’

The man's voice echoed in her head, spinning around and making her unwilling.

‘I apologize so much for coming in so late.’

Her eyes, so blue, so innocent, looked into his dark brown wells that studied her from head to toe.

‘That’s no problem, we are open for a few more minutes. Even if I need to lock up, you can take your time. I mean, so you can find what you want.'

Her voice shook with nervousness. She had never been a presumptuous person. More towards the shy personality. But all of a sudden, she felt hungry. A need had grown. And the man in front of her set her on fire.

‘But I humbly thank you. Then maybe you can help me, so it goes faster.'

He did not stop smiling at her, it was as if it was glued to his face. The beautiful face. His skin looked so soft, she just wanted to touch it, caress it, feel it against her, between her legs.

The girl was so cute, she smelled so good. An inviting smell to him. She had the curves in the right places, and he was sure that her body was beautiful when it was naked. It shivered within him as he thought about what to do with her. That she did not know what to expect. He felt how he became stiffer and stiffer.

‘Of course, I can.’

The girl looked at her mobile, gasping loudly in surprise when she realized what time it was. She had to close the store. Somehow, they had talked away the last open minutes.

'Let me just lock first.'

She almost ran to the front door, her red cheeks burning red from new emotions inside her. Both excited and embarrassed by his interest, she locked the door to the store. A shiver of anticipation ran warmly through her body as she turned off the light sign above.

Lisa's Flower Shop had closed for the evening.

CHAPTER

TWO

He stood exactly where she had left him, the smile was unchanged. Shining so widely and it was surprisingly sensual. It was a smile that made her feel safe, attractive, not to mention horny.

She quickly looked down; a small moan slipped out from between her lips. It surprised her; she had never experienced such a reaction. But she liked it.

Her mind was on its path to the stranger, she couldn't help what was going on inside her. What she had seen so quickly had poured gasoline on the fire in her stomach. Something in her abdomen tightened up like an excruciating knot, sending a bolt of lust through her slender body.

He was so much older than her, it was easy to see, but for the moment in time she was at she did not care. All of a sudden age was insignificant, it was all about mating. Her body screamed for him

'So… what are you looking for exactly?’

Her voice barely carried the words she was mumbling. She noticed how her body had suddenly become so weak. What was going on was new to her, she hadn't been with many boys her age, not even a handful. Even though everyone called her cute and beautiful, she had a hard time finding someone she liked. Someone she wanted to make love to with her.

But here stood a real man. It was as if the book she had just read at home in bed was coming true. She wanted to be seduced, taken hard by a stranger who moaned her name when he came inside her.

His tongue slid over his lips, wetting his judgment about her. His eyes gleamed with thoughts only he knew.

‘I think I have already found it. But first, I want to ask you a question.'

His eyebrows waved to her, a sign to show her that he already had found what he wanted. Her stomach growled, not from hunger, from lust.

The girl's knees were giving way to him, she noticed how wet she already was and wondered if he could smell her. She was hoping he could, she wanted him to smell her up close.

'A question? Of course, just ask.'

She was longing for a sexual question, that he would ask if he could take her if she wanted him, there was no chance in the world that she would say no to the giant man in front of her. Not from what she had seen along his legs, it was as if he had a fire hose tucked inside his pants.

‘What is your favorite flower?’

CHAPTER

THREE

His question took her by surprise. It was not what she had expected. Almost perplexed by the man's words she had heard, she quickly pointed in response to a blue bucket on the floor without hesitating.

‘Those!’

White roses filled the bucket to the brim, they were incredibly beautiful. Half of them stood in full bloom. Half only with buds.

‘That’s quite interesting to hear. They are almost as beautiful as you.'

The man's voice was duller all of a sudden, almost threatening in its tone. The eyes had taken on a different shade, deeper, angrier.

The girl began to worry, but his hand on her shoulder calmed her. Their eyes met. She couldn't resist him. What was going on? Would he take her, or would he hurt her?

'What's your name?'

With a whisper, his lips came closer to hers. Perhaps, an invitation for a kiss.

‘Alexandra.’

The girl could barely answer, she was in the middle of a nirvana between fear and excitement.

Hissing like a snake, he repeated her name.

‘Alexandra.’

His fingers touched her cheek, it was burning hot.

The man's breath caressed her skin, Alexandra closed her eyes and opened her lips, waiting for his.

But his lips never arrived. The kiss did not come as she had expected, longed for.

The feeling when she felt his strong-arm wrap around her neck was not what she wanted to feel. Instead of ecstasy, she panicked.

His arm squeezed harder and harder against her windpipes, cut off by the oxygen, made her fight for air.

Her body bounced wildly, he was so strong, her feet hung loosely in the air from his grip.

The long limb she had seen the design of pressed hard into her buttocks. Through both of their garments, she could still feel how stiff he was for her. Everything in her head spun around from its size and the lack of oxygen. She wondered what was going on.

He made a hissing sound in her ear. As if he wanted her to be calm and quiet at the same time.

Black spots filled her eyes, tears ran down her cheek.

Why? Why? It was the only thing that went through her head. Why?

Her body began to numb, she had difficulty breathing, he was so strong.

They could have been so good together, it would have been amazing to feel him, her thoughts died as the last flame of light faded in her eyes.

CHAPTER

FOUR

The girl woke up in pitch-black darkness. Panic, and anxiety, galloped wildly through her body.

Alexandra did not understand what was happening. The last thing she remembered was how she had longed for the giant man to take her before he had strangled her unconscious. Why did he do that? Did he not understand that she had been ready and willing for him? She sighed deeply at the fear of not knowing.

It was impossible to get a bearing where she was, her vision was not sufficient. Focus Alexandra, focus! Her brain worked on unpaid overtime, but all she could feel was the soft fabric she was sitting on.

Alexandra explored the area where she sat. Her fingers tried to touch everything. It felt like cotton, very fine cotton. Almost like the nice cotton, her grandmother had on her bedding.

After what felt like an eternity, her eyes began to get used to the darkness, slowly she could begin to make out walls, a door, but there was no window. Why was there no window? Where was she?

Finally, after a long wait for her sight to return, she saw the contours of what she was sitting on. It was an old-fashioned bed, her hands sliding along the edges of it, feeling the material under her fingers.

But something else felt wrong, everything that had been going on inside her had shifted the error. She felt cold, almost frozen. The air tickled her as it wrapped itself around her body, giving her goosebumps. Alexandra understood that she was completely naked. All the clothes she had been wearing were gone.

Panic struck again. She yelled. For her life, she screamed as loud as she could.

'Help! Help me! Hello!'

With a violent noise the door slammed open, a misty yellow glow shone far behind the person in the door frame. Like a shadow figure in the light, the giant from the store stood there.

Something in his left hand clicked, shining straight into her eyes. She screamed at the blinding light. The flashlight was so incredibly strong, she had lost her vision again.

His dark eyes studied the beauty that sat on the edge of the bed. The girl had been a good choice. It had almost been too easy to take her. She would be a good plant in his garden, a beautiful plant.

'Where am I? Why am I here? Let me go! '

Her tears flowed like a spring river; snot leaked from her nose.

‘Oh, my beautiful Alexandra. You're mine now. Why do you want to go? I will take care of you as nicely, as special, as only I can. '

The man’s voice was excited. It was not the same voice she had heard from him in the store. This one scared her.

‘You will be such a beautiful white rose in full bloom.’

The flashlight died in a breath, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving Alexandra crying alone in the dark again.

CHAPTER

FIVE

She did not know if minutes, hours, or days had passed when he returned. The room had been so dark, so black. So silent, not even her breathing made her feel better.

Alexandra couldn't believe that something could be so sadly black. Time had stood still, not even her attempt to count had worked. Depressing thoughts had kept her awake, worried her, made her afraid of herself.

The door opened as if a cannon salute had been fired, brutally awakening her, filling her with fear between two heartbeats.

His huge body filled the door like a shadowy figure in a nightmare, the faint yellow light in the distance danced longingly for her, then she saw it disappear so slowly when the door closed behind him.

The room was so dark again. She only heard her breath, where was he? She couldn't understand how such an enormous man could move so quietly. Her heart was pounding so loud. Boom boom boom boom.

A click made her jump, bright light filled her eyes. The flashlight continued to blind her as it approached where she was sitting. Even when she tried to close her eyes, she saw white spots dancing flamenco behind her eyelids.

A loud click, sounding like a mantle motion on a gun, she had heard it in hundreds of movies, the light died.

Her eyes tried to get used to the darkness once more. But once again she heard only her breathing, the rapid pumping of her heart.

Click!

The lamp shone in her eyes again. She screamed. The light was only a few inches from her.

Click!

Sudden darkness.

‘It's time Alexandra. It's time for you to receive your first seeds. Soon you will be such a beautiful plant that no living person has ever seen before. I can smell you; you're scared. You're excited. Just like in the store. You were such easy prey, Alexandra. But you are so beautiful, so I will give you a little extra time to mature. In the meantime, you will get to know me more than others have done. You will get everything I can give you until it's time to plant.'

Two strong hands grabbed her ankles.

'No! Stop. Please!'

She screamed once again, waving her hands in the air. The hope of hitting him, of hurting something on his body to get free, was pointless.

Like a down feather, she was thrown backward on the bed, her legs were straight up in the air. His hands held her as if she were nothing but air to him.

‘My little white rose. It's time to plant some seeds in you. You can fight as much as you want but believe me, others have been stronger than you and yet no one has managed to break free. You are mine.'

CHAPTER

SIX

The man's voice was so soft again. The same voice as in the store, the voice that had made her so soft and hot. How could he transform himself in that way, from a brutal savage to a humble man?

Without warning, with incredible violence, her legs were forced apart. Something hard was pressed against her womanhood.

She was folded double like an army knife, she felt how he slid into her. Her whole body burned with despair, she did not want to, he was so incredibly big, she was so small.

Please… no!

Her mind screamed in pace with the flowing tears. She who had been so willing to let him take her was now taken against her will.

'No! … Please! … Stop! … ’

Finally, the words came out of her lips. But to no avail.

He was fully inside her. It had been a long time since he had been so excited. The girl was so cute and her body was a perfect beauty, just as he had thought. It was a pleasure to see her naked and to give her what he had. There were not many women who had enjoyed making love with him. He was simply too big for them. But the girl under him had taken his whole limb on the first try, he was impressed.

Seeds? What does he mean by planting seeds? She tried to think of something other than what was going on. He was too big for her. It hurt. She wanted to vomit from his treatment. In the end, she understood what he meant. She began to fight harder for him to pull out of her. She was unprotected.

Two large hands grabbed her throat, pressed her head violently into the pillow, her breathing began to drain away once again.

He didn’t moan, he growled like a wild beast at the moon. Pushing into her like he had a place to be, it was nothing settled or nice about him any longer.

Alexandra felt the man increase the pace, he felt it approaching. Everything was spinning for her; he was an animal. Every time he threw herself into her, it felt like someone hit her with a sledgehammer.

The invitation of darkness began to dance wildly inside her eyelids. As in the store, the emptiness of solitude came for her. It was time for her to leave.

Moaning loudly, he emptied his seeds in Alexandra before becoming completely still, lying heavily on top of her slender body. In between two heartbeats, his breathing was back to normal like he hadn’t done anything at all.

‘You are a charming little girl, Alexandra. My seeds will turn you into such a beautiful white rose.'

He pulled away from her, wiping his slimy limb on her thighs before releasing her legs.

Click!

The flashlight shone in her eyes. Blinding her once again.

'Why?'

Her voice barely held, like dry sticks in the woods it broke. She received no answer. It was quiet.

Click!

The room was black again.

‘I’ll be back with more seeds later.’

The man's voice was cold again, emotionless. Alexandra watched as the door opened, how he went out and closed it behind him.

The lock sounded like an explosion in her ears as he turned the key on the outside, she was alone again in her dark prison, gasping for air from his large hands around her neck.

Alexandra slowly realized she was not going to get out alive. The violent crying returned.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

William Moberg sat on the porch with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his big fist. He was happier than in a long time. Of all the plants he had on the farm, he had never sown white roses before.

The girl was perfect. He would plant his seeds in her for a week before it was time to put the rose bush in the ground. It would have a place right in front of the porch he sat on, that way he could see its beauty every day.

He did not know what it was, but the girl had been given a special place in his heart. A small part of him wanted to keep her in the cell for his pleasure, but he knew that her body wouldn't be able to do it for more than a week. There were so many other beautiful girls out there who could be his next plant anyway, it was just to go out and pick one when he needed it.

With a sigh, he sipped the steaming contents of the cup. The coffee tasted wonderful as usual. He wished he had a freshly baked cinnamon bun; it would have been perfect. The cheese sandwich he had just eaten hadn't been enough for his hunger.

It was a beautiful day to be in March. The frost had let go and spring had come early. It was almost twelve degrees hot. A very unusual temperature this early in the year.

His farm was on the outskirts of the town. An heirloom from his father. An evil bastard, his father had been. He had abused everyone in his family who could be beaten. He had broken several bones on his wife, as soon as one had healed, he broke another. It was like a game, a hobby for him. The total control over others.

The doctor in the village hadn't dared to say anything, the threat to his life had weighed too much over him to open his mouth. There was not a soul in the village who dared to say anything to old Moberg, he was someone everyone feared and didn’t want to be knocking on their door once darkness had fallen.

On a beautiful spring day, Williams' mother had had enough, instead of taking the children and fleeing from their danger, she had hung herself in the barn when the rest of the family had slept.

Something had struck the old man as a result