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house. She was a very unpleasant person and had basically already laid the ground work for him before he arrived on the scene to make sure that no one ever came to that house. Children were afraid of it and their parents had also been afraid of it since childhood. The little old bitch had lived there for almost fifty years by the time he acquired it. It was almost too easy.
    But his new spot was pretty inconspicuous as well. And adding that to the fact that no one had seen the real him, and there was nothing there at his old playhouse to tie him to the crimes he had gotten away scot free. It was only a minor setback because he had to invest time and energy into securing a new work space. That had only taken a few months to find the perfect spot and to acquire it using his special skills.
    That little shit John Anderson had ruined everything. If it wasn’t for him he would not have lost all of that beautiful work he had created. It was sad and it depressed him every time he thought about it. But life moved on and he realized that he had to continue on as well.
    He opened the door to the basement and descended the stairs. He loved this old house. It was perfect for his special needs. He giggled a little bit as he reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner to move down the long hallway. He could already smell the fear from the girl before he even got close to her.
    She was still adjusting to the idea of being a prisoner. He loved it when they were fresh that way, before they started to get too used to it. It took most of them about two months before they lost the will to live and basically gave up. Then it was tough to get any sort of expression out of them. They stopped being afraid and they were just over all unresponsive. Even when you caused horrendous bodily injury to them and they had to be feeling excruciating pain they would cease to make a peep. It was as if their mind and body had been completely disconnected from one another and their conscious self was just an echo of what once was. He did not know where they went when this happened. He often wondered and if they felt anything when they died.
    He had learned to spot the beginning signs of this syndrome and he began to speed up his work and his playtime with them so that they died a painful death before they reached this catatonic coma-like stage. He had perfected it for the most part. Of course there were the occasional few that went into this stage almost immediately. It was always a letdown, but you could never really predict this.
    It was just the way it was.
    He unlocked the door to the hallway that led to another steel door. He undid the locks and opened the door slowly.
    He smiled as he saw his newest toy. She was a beautiful eighteen year old virginal flower that he had enjoyed immensely for the past four days. He had found her on a routine hunting escapade. It was so simple. He would just be out and about running typical errands when he would spot the perfect victim. He would tail them to their car and then follow them home. This was a skill he had perfected hundreds of times as a teenager, long before he had taken the next step and planned the actual abduction, although he had always thought of this with the end game in mind.
    He had been fantasizing about stealing young women since he was barely thirteen. It began as a fantasy to aid in the regular masturbation he had practiced, but it soon became an obsession. Soon he was not able to get aroused or finish the act of self-love without thinking about kidnapping and hurting some sweet, beautiful girl.
    His teenage girlfriends had never really satisfied him because he really wanted to tie them to a tree somewhere in the woods and beat them until blood ran down every ounce of their flesh and then he could have this way with them in any way he chose. Their screams would echo in the night forever. This was the fantasy he thought about when he was engaged in normal sex. It worked and kept them