caught its
prey. He felt a little bit powerful and in control as he tightened his fist around the lizard making it where he couldn’t move no matter
what.
He was getting bored with the l izard when an idea popp ed into his mind. He took off one of the safety pins his mother put on his pant to
keep them up and started to poke the l izard with the sharp edge. A slight spark took over his body as he watched the l izard squirm whenever he poked it with the sharp point. The slight spark took over
the darkness and made him feel all the things he didn’t feel. Powerful, strong, confident,
and the most important — in control — when he accidently poked the l izard in his heart and he watch ed as the lizard took its last breath and blood pour ed from the wound.
The smell of the blood drifted into his nostrils and smelled like pure bliss to him.
He pressed his nose close to the blood and took in huge deep breaths , trying to embed the scent of blood into his memory. A few months later the reptiles he found w ere n’t doing it for him , the darkness was still there. He wanted to hear them scream out in pain as he tortured
them and it wasn’t happening. So he moved up to cats and dogs , and boy did those screams do something for him. He replayed their screams over and over
again in his mind every waking moment of the day. Eventually after a few years the
small animals weren't enough and he moved up to bigger animals until finally , when he was a young man, he moved on to women. Women who were in a way like his no good trifling mother who
didn’t deserve to live.
He watched her as she came jogging down the street , he grabbed a towel and poured chloroform onto it . His palms sweated and a broad smile took over his face the closer she got. He
double - checked everything in the v an with a scan of his eyes before turning his attention to the lock on the door.
His eyes roamed over her as she stopped and took a sip of her water before starting her stretching.
He opened up the door , leap t out of the car , and placed the towel over her mouth , all in a matter of seconds as she bent over to stretch. His prey began to fight him back
kicking, screaming, and thrashing with all her might.
I am going to like this one , she ’ s a fighter — and a tiny little thing , h e thought as her body slumped to the side as he dr ag g ed her into the back of the van .
He laid her onto the cool van floor before making his way to the front of the van.
A smile took over his face when he noticed it was only six thirty- one exactly.
He quickly drove her to the cabin that was an hour from where he was at and only fifteen
minutes from his job. A sensation of home filled him when he pulled up to the abandoned - looking cabin surrounded by the woods. He parked behind the cabin , picked his prey up from the back of the van, and carried her into the cabin. He whistle d like he didn’t have a car e in the world as he carried her to the basement. He placed her on a cool metal table he stole from a morgue and strapped her in tightly.
He looked at her one last time before making his way to work so he wouldn’t be late.
****
Arie groaned and covered her eyes with her hands as the sunlight streaming through the
blinds woke her. Confusion clouded her mind as she looked around the room trying to remember just where
in the hell she was and how the hell she got there. She grunted as her memories from the night before came rushing back to her. Her eyes focused in on the plain room trying to shake the memory overload from a sleep
clouded mind. The walls in the room were white and only held the king - size bed she was laying on and a small black dresser pushed up against the wall.
She pulled the cover over her head and turned away from the window. The bed fel t so warm and cozy she snuggled in deeper and would have stayed there the whole day i f her overactive bladder didn’t need emptied . Arie closed her legs tightly
prey. He felt a little bit powerful and in control as he tightened his fist around the lizard making it where he couldn’t move no matter
what.
He was getting bored with the l izard when an idea popp ed into his mind. He took off one of the safety pins his mother put on his pant to
keep them up and started to poke the l izard with the sharp edge. A slight spark took over his body as he watched the l izard squirm whenever he poked it with the sharp point. The slight spark took over
the darkness and made him feel all the things he didn’t feel. Powerful, strong, confident,
and the most important — in control — when he accidently poked the l izard in his heart and he watch ed as the lizard took its last breath and blood pour ed from the wound.
The smell of the blood drifted into his nostrils and smelled like pure bliss to him.
He pressed his nose close to the blood and took in huge deep breaths , trying to embed the scent of blood into his memory. A few months later the reptiles he found w ere n’t doing it for him , the darkness was still there. He wanted to hear them scream out in pain as he tortured
them and it wasn’t happening. So he moved up to cats and dogs , and boy did those screams do something for him. He replayed their screams over and over
again in his mind every waking moment of the day. Eventually after a few years the
small animals weren't enough and he moved up to bigger animals until finally , when he was a young man, he moved on to women. Women who were in a way like his no good trifling mother who
didn’t deserve to live.
He watched her as she came jogging down the street , he grabbed a towel and poured chloroform onto it . His palms sweated and a broad smile took over his face the closer she got. He
double - checked everything in the v an with a scan of his eyes before turning his attention to the lock on the door.
His eyes roamed over her as she stopped and took a sip of her water before starting her stretching.
He opened up the door , leap t out of the car , and placed the towel over her mouth , all in a matter of seconds as she bent over to stretch. His prey began to fight him back
kicking, screaming, and thrashing with all her might.
I am going to like this one , she ’ s a fighter — and a tiny little thing , h e thought as her body slumped to the side as he dr ag g ed her into the back of the van .
He laid her onto the cool van floor before making his way to the front of the van.
A smile took over his face when he noticed it was only six thirty- one exactly.
He quickly drove her to the cabin that was an hour from where he was at and only fifteen
minutes from his job. A sensation of home filled him when he pulled up to the abandoned - looking cabin surrounded by the woods. He parked behind the cabin , picked his prey up from the back of the van, and carried her into the cabin. He whistle d like he didn’t have a car e in the world as he carried her to the basement. He placed her on a cool metal table he stole from a morgue and strapped her in tightly.
He looked at her one last time before making his way to work so he wouldn’t be late.
****
Arie groaned and covered her eyes with her hands as the sunlight streaming through the
blinds woke her. Confusion clouded her mind as she looked around the room trying to remember just where
in the hell she was and how the hell she got there. She grunted as her memories from the night before came rushing back to her. Her eyes focused in on the plain room trying to shake the memory overload from a sleep
clouded mind. The walls in the room were white and only held the king - size bed she was laying on and a small black dresser pushed up against the wall.
She pulled the cover over her head and turned away from the window. The bed fel t so warm and cozy she snuggled in deeper and would have stayed there the whole day i f her overactive bladder didn’t need emptied . Arie closed her legs tightly
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