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This is the second story that gives us a look into the mind of psycho. You have to read the first one in order to understand this one. So, please read chapter one before you start reading this chapter.

Taking Control

Russell watched the two boys playing outside with a scowl on his face. They were making this whole thing much harder than he had anticipated. True, he'd finally convinced Rebecca to marry him. The wedding along with the honeymoon in Hawaii had been really nice. Upon their return to California, however, his new bride had insisted that they head straight to the Reservation and pick up her sons.

Now, she was listening patiently while the youngest bounced in front of her, his arms making grand gestures as he spoke. Tommy, the middle boy, was standing behind his little brother, a wide smile splitting his face. It was obvious that the two boys loved their mother and that she adored them. He shook his head that was something that was going to have to be fixed immediately.

It was true that the little family had been through a lot since Jacob had died. Tyler, the youngest, had quit speaking until about a month before the wedding. It had been his brother that finally got the boy to talk. Rebecca herself had kept the boys at a bit of a distance for a little while, but had since started growing closer to them again.

One way that he knew to throw the boys off balance was to go through with the move he had planned, only make it a lot sooner. Picking up the phone, he dialed a number and after a few minutes of conversation with the person on the other end, hung up once again. A malicious grin split his face. Yes, things were definitely going to work out well with this. Dinner that night would be the perfect time to spring his little 'present' on his new family.

The argument that night from the two boys had been expected. It was the middle boy who put up the most fight since the youngest was happy as long as his brother was around. In the end, Russell got his way and the small family would be moving from the house less than a mile from the Reservation to a place he had bought a couple years before in a small town called Angel Grove. Despite the fact that there seemed to be some sort of war going on with spandex clad warriors and giant robots, the city was close to his work and got the boys away from their older brother and uncle. With that taken care of, the forced isolation that came with being the new kids in town would help break down their spirits even more.

Alone that night, he took some of his frustration out on his wife, using her soft, supple body and warm embrace as an outlet for his feelings. He took great pleasure in making her cry out, sometimes in pain and other times in pleasure, as he sought his own release. Tonight, he actually took some thought for her pleasure and pushed her over the edge before forcing her onto her knees. Once she was in position, he held her in place and drove himself without mercy into his wife. Finally sated, Russell rolled off of Rebecca and allowed her to relax enough to fall asleep.

Getting up, he walked into the bathroom and took a shower before coming back out and joining his wife in bed once again. The plan was for her to bear him an heir and he would do everything in his power to make that happen sooner than later. His new job would require a lot of travel and with a built in babysitter, Russell was going to make sure those weekends away were not burdened with his new step-sons. No, it would be just him and his prize. With a cold smile on his face, the man slept. Yes, things were really going to change for all of them.