A few readers asked a while ago if I could write the end of 'Greed, Envy, and Lust' a different way and make Miranda fall in love with Mac, develop Stockholm Syndrome, or Remy from 'You Belong to Me' and 'Season of the Witch'. I was like I dunno, cause I really liked the way that they all ended. I had no answer to those readers except to say I follow my muse and she didn't lead me that way. Until she did. My muse is a taskmaster named Fiona and she's a raging bitch if she doesn't get her way. I was listening to a podcast and they were talking about how convoluted Stockholm Syndrome is and how so many victims actually mourn after they are rescued. Fiona got an idea and the rest is history, so now I present to you, Mac and Laci.

So I'm taking this one out for a spin, let me know what you think :) As always it's for Magentasnightmare, but also for all the sweet people here who read my stories and let me know what they think. I appreciate every single person who gives me feedback. I love you all xoxoxoxox

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Oh, my love,
My darling,
I've hungered for your touch,
A long, lonely time.

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers

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He watched her as he sat behind her on the bus like he did every day. The girl named Laci had brown hair and green eyes and if he knew what love was at all he might have said he was in love with her. Mac knew it wasn't love, he didn't do love, what he did was the complete opposite of that. He stalked women, he attacked them, he killed them. It was always the same, and he never deviated, until he saw her. He was a killer, not a lover, a rapist not a friend.

But one day she walked by him on the street and he followed her onto the bus as if he had no choice at all and maybe this time he didn't.

This girl was for the long term. He had first seen her six months ago, had not touched her, instead he killed two other women in her place, hoping whatever it was about her that enthralled him so much would go away.

It didn't.

It was an obsession now, he had finally found her, the one. The perfect woman didn't exist for him, he knew that, but she checked off a lot of his boxes.

Mac wanted her. Possibly more than he had ever wanted something before.

Laci Shaver didn't know that she was in the sights of a madman, and she didn't know what his intention was for her. She sat on the bus reading a book, the way she did every day and Mac watched her. Sometimes she had earbuds in and he would watch as she bobbed her head to the heavy metal he was sure she was listening to.

When he stood outside her apartment on more than one occasion he heard her music coming from the window, most of the time it was heavy rock or reggae and that made him smile. Her taste in music varied like her moods he supposed; she was an enigma, just like he was.

Today she had on a pair of shoes that made his dick hard, they weren't super high heels and not dressy at all, but all he could think about was those shoes around his waist. They were black, with a chunky heel and so sexy to him, possibly just because she was wearing them.

He adjusted himself as he stared at her muscular calves, he knew she was a runner and took kickboxing classes, which was how she had such great legs, he presumed. Absentmindedly she crossed her legs and he felt himself getting harder, he never thought of himself as a leg man but there it was.

She would put up a good fight and that was the best part.

Two days later he broke into her house and stole her underwear, she had never known he was there. At night sometimes he walked past her apartment, sometimes he stood in the same place for hours watching her. He had been doing that a long time, sometimes she was home, sometimes she wasn't.

He was waiting, they had a date coming up soon, and this one he was going to keep.

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Thank you for reading, let me know what you think :)