for most of
Sunday night until the early morning hours, making him wonder if
she was with someone else; a male coworker perhaps. After he hadn’t
gotten any response from her after reminding her of her GYN
appointment, he began to think he had scared her off. He was
pleased to discover she had kept the appointment and that she was
now on an appropriate form of birth control. He waited the allotted
time for it to take effect before seeing her, but barely and it was
a long, excruciating forty-eight hours he had forced himself to
wait.
He had kept his mind off of her by submerging
himself in the Cambridge case files and it was proving a daunting
task to go over all the gory details yet again. His sleep was
tortured with the images of the young women who had been mutilated
in atrocious ways and the families’ heartrending pleas. A horrible
thought had started to creep into his psyche that he would never
catch the killer and it was making his days and nights almost
unbearable. Elsa would never know how grateful he was for the
distraction she was providing by playing his game. He was hoping to
have heard back from Anthony by now, but the son-of-a-bitch hadn’t
contacted him yet with any help. Undoubtedly he was too busy
enjoying the chronicles of Seven to give a shit about the lives
still in danger from the Cambridge Killer.
Victor drove away, giving one last look in
the rear-view mirror at Elsa’s darkened street while her moans of
pleasure still echoed in his thoughts. Too mentally exhausted from
his work, the gentle fuck he had given her was a welcome reprieve
from his usual debauchery. He reminded himself to write down how
her body responded to his tender touches.
When he arrived at his out of the way and
secluded home on the outskirts of Richmond, he knew the silence
would be deafening and he dreaded where his thoughts would wander
to. No doubt, the Cambridge case.
Standing in the middle of the immense, stark
white living room, he twirled his keys until the hypnotic sound of
the jangling nearly put him into a deep meditative state. Pulling
himself out of his entrancement, he reached for his briefcase and
dug out Elsa’s file and his journal. Both had grown larger over the
past two days.
During the times when he couldn’t sleep or
had been woken by nightmares, he had taken the opportunity to delve
further into her past. He had lucked out in finding a delicious bit
of Girls Are Wild video footage of her that was quite entertaining
if not revealing about her personality when intoxicated. It was no
wonder she had stuck to drinking virgin sangrias the first night he
met her. At least she had the common sense as an adult to know her
limits and drink only in the privacy of her own home.
After perusing her folder for the umpteenth
time, he finally went into his bedroom to write his thoughts.
I was forced out of my routine tonight by
you, C8. It was as if you knew I was listening and you purposefully
taunted me, challenged me even to try and resist you. I know it’s
my own iniquitous imagination conjuring those thoughts and so
you’re forgiven as I know you would never do such a thing. Still, I
was unable to refuse your unspoken challenge. I am, after all, only
a man with not only emotional but physical needs. You satiated both
tonight so you have fulfilled your purpose.
The gears were turning in those stunning,
inquisitive eyes of yours as you tried to make sense of my
dichotomy. I can’t figure it out myself and I gave up trying to
make sense of it long ago. You strangely seemed to enjoy the gentle
fucking I gave you just as much as the forceful one from Saturday.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Your personality split is just
as evident as mine, though you don’t see it. Docile and submissive
at times to rebellious and impetuous. If I weren’t so captivated
with your reactions, I might try a little harder to bring you to
heel.
I’m reminded of C3 when you act out and the
way she was finally forced into
Sunday night until the early morning hours, making him wonder if
she was with someone else; a male coworker perhaps. After he hadn’t
gotten any response from her after reminding her of her GYN
appointment, he began to think he had scared her off. He was
pleased to discover she had kept the appointment and that she was
now on an appropriate form of birth control. He waited the allotted
time for it to take effect before seeing her, but barely and it was
a long, excruciating forty-eight hours he had forced himself to
wait.
He had kept his mind off of her by submerging
himself in the Cambridge case files and it was proving a daunting
task to go over all the gory details yet again. His sleep was
tortured with the images of the young women who had been mutilated
in atrocious ways and the families’ heartrending pleas. A horrible
thought had started to creep into his psyche that he would never
catch the killer and it was making his days and nights almost
unbearable. Elsa would never know how grateful he was for the
distraction she was providing by playing his game. He was hoping to
have heard back from Anthony by now, but the son-of-a-bitch hadn’t
contacted him yet with any help. Undoubtedly he was too busy
enjoying the chronicles of Seven to give a shit about the lives
still in danger from the Cambridge Killer.
Victor drove away, giving one last look in
the rear-view mirror at Elsa’s darkened street while her moans of
pleasure still echoed in his thoughts. Too mentally exhausted from
his work, the gentle fuck he had given her was a welcome reprieve
from his usual debauchery. He reminded himself to write down how
her body responded to his tender touches.
When he arrived at his out of the way and
secluded home on the outskirts of Richmond, he knew the silence
would be deafening and he dreaded where his thoughts would wander
to. No doubt, the Cambridge case.
Standing in the middle of the immense, stark
white living room, he twirled his keys until the hypnotic sound of
the jangling nearly put him into a deep meditative state. Pulling
himself out of his entrancement, he reached for his briefcase and
dug out Elsa’s file and his journal. Both had grown larger over the
past two days.
During the times when he couldn’t sleep or
had been woken by nightmares, he had taken the opportunity to delve
further into her past. He had lucked out in finding a delicious bit
of Girls Are Wild video footage of her that was quite entertaining
if not revealing about her personality when intoxicated. It was no
wonder she had stuck to drinking virgin sangrias the first night he
met her. At least she had the common sense as an adult to know her
limits and drink only in the privacy of her own home.
After perusing her folder for the umpteenth
time, he finally went into his bedroom to write his thoughts.
I was forced out of my routine tonight by
you, C8. It was as if you knew I was listening and you purposefully
taunted me, challenged me even to try and resist you. I know it’s
my own iniquitous imagination conjuring those thoughts and so
you’re forgiven as I know you would never do such a thing. Still, I
was unable to refuse your unspoken challenge. I am, after all, only
a man with not only emotional but physical needs. You satiated both
tonight so you have fulfilled your purpose.
The gears were turning in those stunning,
inquisitive eyes of yours as you tried to make sense of my
dichotomy. I can’t figure it out myself and I gave up trying to
make sense of it long ago. You strangely seemed to enjoy the gentle
fucking I gave you just as much as the forceful one from Saturday.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Your personality split is just
as evident as mine, though you don’t see it. Docile and submissive
at times to rebellious and impetuous. If I weren’t so captivated
with your reactions, I might try a little harder to bring you to
heel.
I’m reminded of C3 when you act out and the
way she was finally forced into
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