Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her hand came down too quick for a stroke and put a blow to his face. The handsome man in front of her shuddered in delight.
She stroked his chest with her riding crop. She was gentle until she pulled it up and brought it down, leaving a red mark on his skin. The welt gave her a feeling of satisfaction.
She was fully nude, but felt that there were no more beautiful clothes the world could provide than her own naked skin. Her hair was down and tickled her queenly robes. Her eyes were diamonds in the crown that was her face.
This was her place. She was a queen sat upon a throne above the world. In this moment she felt that she had already dominated the world in one man.
Nothing else had ever given her this feeling before. Not even sex. In this moment, she had the power to dispense punishment or mercy.
And the man beneath her loved that about her.
He was a liar and a cheater. He was a thief and a murderer. All at once, he had turned himself into something new. He had turned himself into someone dangerous and hated.
And he had loved every second of it. He enjoyed watching others squirm under his superior intelligence. He had run them through mazes and watched as they had gone exactly where he had known that they would. And then he had gotten rid of the waste at the end. When the game was over, the pieces had to be put away.
From his throne he had watched the peasants gather under their dark king. He had ignored their pleas for mercy as the floor had been stained with red and his ears had been serenaded with screams. It was his ecstasy. Their hell was his heaven and in that moment he felt like a god.
And when the night was over, no blood was on his hands. He had servants for that. He simply came for the show and left when the theater closed.
This was the first time, but, at the end of the night, he knew it would not be the last. The feeling was too good and he knew he would strike again.
Ha smiled as he left the scene of his crime.
He loved the rush of the chase. He followed the killer through an endless maze in his mind. He thought of their motives and implementation of their desires. His mind followed wives with cheating husbands, thieves trying to flee the scene, and children jealous of favorite siblings.
He looked at possible weapons. There were the usual knives and guns, and then there were the interesting ones, like maces, and harpoons, and wood chippers. Just the thought would make a normal person sick. He knew. He'd tried to explain it before.
He also enjoyed showing other that he could come to a conclusion that was correct almost every time. He was a show off, he freely admitted it. He wanted not only to know that he was right, but the acknowledgement of others that he was right.
And so he did the only thing that made sense in his mind. He gave humanity the use of his mind. He was given access to the puzzles his mind wanted, and was given the praise that he so desired. And, in return, he helped to solve the problems of those who came to him.
He gave DI Lestrade the answer he so desired and enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction.