When he captured her, he tried to frighten her and hear her delicious screams reverberate against the walls in her house that they were in. He wanted to paint the walls read with her lovely, red coloured blood, and listen whilst she screamed, the noise echoing from that pretty, little mouth of hers that never ceased to get an attitude with him.
He actually planned it all out as soon as he saw her walking home from that community college that she went to. He first found where she lived; at home with her parents. Then, he tried to find out things that terrified her, but there wasn't anything that he could find, much to his disappointment.
But, he wouldn't allow that to bring him down, so he decided that he'd find out whom she loved and cared for, yet, he couldn't find anyone. And while he watched her constantly, he noticed something different about this girl. This girl showed absolutely no emotions for those around her, nor for those whom she should care about, like her mother, Caroline and her father, Robert. She didn't show anger towards the people who acted cruel to her, making jest of her and going around tripping her in the streets and sidewalks. She didn't yell at them, or blush, she just stared at them emotionlessly and then walked away, going to wherever she needed to go.
Of course, this confused him, and him being the strangely curious person he was, he was immediately interested in this woman. He figured that he could find a way to make some kind of emotion show in her, and so he wrote a note to her, giving a detailed description about how he'd gut her parents and take his time with her, before slitting her throat and killing her. He watched her when she read it, and all she did was toss it in the trash. All the hard work he did to come up with that scenario was gone. The girl didn't scream, or cry, or show fear. She didn't show it to someone in authority to try and get help for the psycho that was after her. She just threw it away.
He dug the knife into the palm of his hand; it was cold and the pain made him forget about the cold, and the blood was warm. It made him warm. He watched her every night, but this was the only night that he was watching her before she went to bed.
God, she was beautiful.
Dammit, focus! You're going to kill her anyways! Not if I can help it.
The girl was brushing her hair, it was so damned long and shiny and curly….
He just wanted to wrap his pasty, white fingers in her fucking hair and yank….
He wanted so badly to bite along her neck and feel the vibration of her whimpers and cries of fear….
She interested him because of how fucking unresponsive she was to anything he did. So he'd do one thing that would frighten anyone. He'd torture her parents in front of her.
Nothing. None of those lovely, little screams coming from her mouth, and it pissed him off.
He had already killed her parents, and there was no one else, for there was truly no one else she should have cared about. Crossing his arms and pouting slightly, Jeff walked up to her, leaning into her space and asking her why she didn't scream in terror.
The little chit just shrugged her fucking shoulders. Bitch. He'd find a way, he would find a bloody way to make her scream for him, and he'd enjoy every last second of it before he killed her.
Suddenly, a thought took root in his mind, spreading out, growing on a miniscule wisp of a thought into a full-out plan. Why didn't he think of this before?! OF COURSE! If pain and terror wouldn't make her scream, then he definitely knew what would.
He once saw his parents doing this, when he was very young, and his mother's screams still stayed in his head. Of course, at first, he thought that his father was hurting his mother, but they were involved in more… dirty things.
Good, he'd take the girl and do things to her. Fun things, but first, he needed to know just what he had to do to make her scream. He had no experience in the sexual department other than solo-ing.
Okay, porn isn't too hard to find; he'd just use that as a reference.
Lying on her bed, Desdemona sighed softly to herself, wishing that her life weren't so bloody boring. Ever since that maniac murdered her parents, she finished up her degree and decided to stay in the house they'd left behind.
She had a feeling that Jeff was disappointed when she never reacted in any way when he did something that would make a normal person scream and call the cops on him. Then again, she was different from normal people.
A lot of people thought that she was fucked up in the head, and who was she to argue?
Ever since childhood, she'd always been the odd one out, the last one picked, the freak. Nothing's really changed; people still picked on her, tripped her, hurt her. But she'd learned long ago that if you showed the bullies your emotions, it would make them thirstier for the pain that you'd feel.
That's when she learned to stop feeling, to stop reacting the way most humans would react.
Perhaps that's what attracted Jeff to her. Maybe it was the way that she never exploded in front of others, or even at home, in front of eyes which held no judgement.
Perhaps he wanted more than to just kill her?
He was ready; he knew just what to do now. He had perfected much of his moves on common street whores, never taking them fully, though, for he refused to sully himself before doing anything with that girl. He was going to take her, and he would make her scream.
And he would enjoy every second of it.
He'd enjoy watching as her back arched and watch as her throat moved as she swallowed.
He'd listen to her scream until she couldn't anymore, then he'd kill her, but not until he was finished with her small, fragile, little body. He'd waited for weeks, and he'd be damned if he didn't take her fully if he'd spent so much time for her.
Yes, it was decided. Fuck her until she couldn't scream and then kill her. Let's just hope this goes according to plan, now...
