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afterwards they'd become babies, whimpering and pleading to be set free. Well he'd set them free, all right. They could swim with the fishes for all he cared. It was unbelievable how ungrateful they were, especially after learning what it meant to be made love to by a real man.
He hoped this one would live up to his expectations.
He knew she lived alone, as he'd followed her home a few times. It was obvious her boyfriend no longer lived there. She shouldn’t be too hard to woo, and he'd start the courtship very soon. He started to feel himself stir and harden in anticipation. He could hardly wait! Maybe this one could please him the way he longed to be pleased. But he must be patient and make sure everything was as it should be, or his efforts would all be for nothing. Tomorrow she was on the afternoon shift and then off work for a few days. That's when he'd strike. No one would notice if she was away for a few days.
He watched her get out of her car and go into the hospital. God, she was beautiful . . . and soon she would be his. Tomorrow, until tomorrow my love . He could hardly contain himself!
Chapter 14
Disturbia
The excitement was mounting. Tonight was the night! The house was spotless and everything was prepared. He checked and double checked that everything was just right. It had to be perfect. She was the one . . . he was certain of it! She'd set him free from this relentless longing inside, this black hole that seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each failure. It needed to be filled and she'd be the one to do it.
Long ago he realised he wasn't like other men. He had needs, needs that far outweighed anything or anyone . . . needs that couldn’t be satiated with just any woman. Only a special woman, strong yet yielding, could satisfy his hunger. His heart raced and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Finally the day had come when she would be all his— his to do with whatever his heart desired. His heart desired a lot.
He walked into the bedroom, soundproofed with no windows. On the blood stained walls were pictures of his past loves in various stages of death. Some were only seconds gone, whereas others he'd kept until the smell was overpowering and he had to put them away and not play with them anymore. Sad, he did prefer live playmates, but sometimes desperation kicked in and he needed to finish the ritual. If they died too soon he was forced to continue as if they were still breathing.
But this one, she would be different. He knew in his heart she'd make it to the end and succumb to his charms. He had a lot of toys and looked at them all lovingly. They were all he had left until the right woman made it all complete. They were his family now, now that he had killed his whore of a mother and her bastard boyfriend. God, how he'd enjoyed it! They had made his life hell and he repaid the favour and made their deaths hell. He smiled thinking about it. They had been his firsts, but many more followed. All of them, of course, always begged for their pathetic lives. But fair is fair. After all, his parents hadn't listened when he begged not to be raped and beaten up as a child. Why would his victims expect any mercy from him? He'd inflicted unimaginable pain on them and found it such a turn on that it had become an addiction.
The search, he'd searched high and low for the woman to take away his pain. He knew he'd stop looking as soon as he found Mrs. Right. At this point, he was sure his search was now over.
His whole being ached for her, he was hard and eager to get started but knew he had to wait. Be patient just a little while longer . His hand slid into his pants, touching himself lovingly. He closed his eyes and slowly caressed himself. He wanted her now. It was so frustrating! Maybe he could just this once relieve himself beforehand. It felt so good and it was so hard. It was such a shame to waste it. But no! It was too soon. He opened his eyes and took his hand out of his pants. He tried to
He hoped this one would live up to his expectations.
He knew she lived alone, as he'd followed her home a few times. It was obvious her boyfriend no longer lived there. She shouldn’t be too hard to woo, and he'd start the courtship very soon. He started to feel himself stir and harden in anticipation. He could hardly wait! Maybe this one could please him the way he longed to be pleased. But he must be patient and make sure everything was as it should be, or his efforts would all be for nothing. Tomorrow she was on the afternoon shift and then off work for a few days. That's when he'd strike. No one would notice if she was away for a few days.
He watched her get out of her car and go into the hospital. God, she was beautiful . . . and soon she would be his. Tomorrow, until tomorrow my love . He could hardly contain himself!
Chapter 14
Disturbia
The excitement was mounting. Tonight was the night! The house was spotless and everything was prepared. He checked and double checked that everything was just right. It had to be perfect. She was the one . . . he was certain of it! She'd set him free from this relentless longing inside, this black hole that seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each failure. It needed to be filled and she'd be the one to do it.
Long ago he realised he wasn't like other men. He had needs, needs that far outweighed anything or anyone . . . needs that couldn’t be satiated with just any woman. Only a special woman, strong yet yielding, could satisfy his hunger. His heart raced and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Finally the day had come when she would be all his— his to do with whatever his heart desired. His heart desired a lot.
He walked into the bedroom, soundproofed with no windows. On the blood stained walls were pictures of his past loves in various stages of death. Some were only seconds gone, whereas others he'd kept until the smell was overpowering and he had to put them away and not play with them anymore. Sad, he did prefer live playmates, but sometimes desperation kicked in and he needed to finish the ritual. If they died too soon he was forced to continue as if they were still breathing.
But this one, she would be different. He knew in his heart she'd make it to the end and succumb to his charms. He had a lot of toys and looked at them all lovingly. They were all he had left until the right woman made it all complete. They were his family now, now that he had killed his whore of a mother and her bastard boyfriend. God, how he'd enjoyed it! They had made his life hell and he repaid the favour and made their deaths hell. He smiled thinking about it. They had been his firsts, but many more followed. All of them, of course, always begged for their pathetic lives. But fair is fair. After all, his parents hadn't listened when he begged not to be raped and beaten up as a child. Why would his victims expect any mercy from him? He'd inflicted unimaginable pain on them and found it such a turn on that it had become an addiction.
The search, he'd searched high and low for the woman to take away his pain. He knew he'd stop looking as soon as he found Mrs. Right. At this point, he was sure his search was now over.
His whole being ached for her, he was hard and eager to get started but knew he had to wait. Be patient just a little while longer . His hand slid into his pants, touching himself lovingly. He closed his eyes and slowly caressed himself. He wanted her now. It was so frustrating! Maybe he could just this once relieve himself beforehand. It felt so good and it was so hard. It was such a shame to waste it. But no! It was too soon. He opened his eyes and took his hand out of his pants. He tried to
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