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Rated: GC · Novel · Thriller/Suspense · #1825222
This is the start of my story. It's going to be a series.
He slowly walked behind the woman containing the thrill that the hunt brought him. Especially when his pray was clueless. She had no idea that there was something evil following her. He let the evil grin grow knowing that no one would be able to see him. That was his special power. Being able to blend in anywhere at anytime without anyone knowing. He liked to call himself invisible. He thought about doing it quick tonight because he wasted enough time on this one as it was. But she was special and she would soon be all his. She was going home and tonight she wouldn’t be alone. Tonight would be their night to finally be together. He could smell the erotic scent of her perfume as the wind suddenly blew his way and it made his nerves jump in anticipation. He licked his lips as he imagined what it would be like to finally take her. The way her eyes would suddenly glaze with fear as she realized what he was going to do to her and the way she would fight. That’s what he loved the most. The smell of the fear and the excitement of the struggle they would put up no matter that it was useless. He would always be stronger than them. The way that he would lovingly wrap his hand around her throat squeezing the life out of her as his other hand explored all of the other possibilities that lay on the amazing body. His gaze snapped up as he realized that she was unlocking the door to her house and going in. He found his spot in her yard and settled in to watch her nightly routine. When it appeared safe enough for him to go in he made his way to the back door and produced his lock picks. He snickered. They couldn’t keep out no matter how hard they tried. He heard the lock click and he slowly opened the door. Knowing his way around because he spent many nights in here just watching her he made his way to her bedroom. There she was. The beautiful angel with the face he loved but hated so much. She was stretched out on the bed and the covers had slid off exposing her silky blue thong and the bra that matched it. The gold halo of hair spread out and taunting him. His hand reached down and rubbed against the bulge in his pants. He walked over to the bed, bent down and slid his hand slowly up her abdomen, between her breasts and up to her throat. Her eyes flew open and she started to scream but he was quicker and he tightened his hold on her throat until she was gasping for air.

“Its time for us to be together now Cassidy. I’ve waited a long time for you and its time now.”

She shook her head at him and started to struggle. He laughed as he grew more painfully in his pants. Still holding her throat he kicked off his shoes and his pants and put the rubber he brought on. No sense in letting anyone find his DNA. She started whimpering once she realized what was going to happen. Good. Now she knew that he meant business. He climbed on the bed and straddled her legs. With his empty hand he ran it over her breasts and with a vicious yank tore the bra that was covering them. He leaned down and bit hard on the perky breast drawing blood. He licked the blood from his lips feeling the fire burn in his blood. She went rigid and tears were rolling down her eyes. They only made him that much more excited. He spread her legs and as he smiled an evil smile into her eyes with a grunt and tightening of his hand he surged into her. Her fight became desperate as she fought not only for air but for her life and he loved every minute of it. Ruthlessly he plunged harder and harder, in and out of her watching as her eyes filled with horror and pain. Savoring his time with her he stopped, looked down at her and sighed. Still holding tight to her throat he produced the knife he had in his pants pocket. She wasn’t moving at all now just following his moves with her dull, pain filled eyes as he raised the knife. He started moving roughly again as he plunged the knife into her over and over until at last his satisfaction was complete and her eyes dead and empty. This was his one greatest love. Taking what they owed him.
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