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That he hated her…it was only a technicality. The fact was that he wanted to kill her. That he wished for her death and more importantly wished that he had the resources needed to kill her. The power to get away with it. Or the knowledge of where she lived…where she slept…
The thought of holding her lifeless corpse excited him and eased the pain just a little. The thought of…her blood…dripping from his hands, and covering his clothes. And running from the inflicted spots. It excited him. Made his heart flutter and his mind wander. That was the only way he could love her, to have her dead in his arms. To wrap her like a present in silk and bring her to justice.
But he would never be able to get away with it. That was what ultimately kept Kane away from her. That he would never be able to enjoy it. But all he did was visualize it. Just Picture her…dead. In his arms. Tori with the blood all over her.
The only way he would ever kill her was with blades. Guns were so…loud and disgusting. Knives were pretty for her. A razor blade that he could use to slash her wrists. Daggers to destroy her eyes. And a chef's knife to rid her of that tongue that she'd used when they kissed. And that she'd used to kiss…Sean.
But fuck Sean. If he killed Sean he would use a fucking gun. Just make it quick and simple and let a small hole appear in the bastard's head. Sean wasn't beautiful like Tori was beautiful. But Tori was only beautiful in Death, thus giving Kane a reason not to look.
He would kill her though. Eventually. Maybe on the night that he took his own life as well. But then he'd never enjoy it. Oh what a miserable state he was in.
He would never be happy.