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Normally when Adam woke, the first thing to rise was his cock. He was usually in fact, woken by his own erection. Talk about rise and shine! Not today though. Today, the thing which was rising incredibly fast before he'd even got out of bed, was his temper. It was always simmering under the surface, his anger and hatred towards women, like a heavy metal soundtrack of rage and fury no one but he could hear.
This morning though, there were two actual reasons for his anger. The first was the message in front of him on his phone screen. How fucking dare she. Not only had they actually taken Danielle's… His, physical credit card from his wallet when he'd been arrested, thanks to that grass Nigel, nosey bastard should've minded his own business. But now it seemed they'd also closed the bank account. He'd never call it hers. He couldn't access his, yes his money. Danielle was his property, so it stood to reason that anything which came with her was also his, including any money she had. But the damn stupid authorities called it "domestic abuse against women." What a load of bullshit. Women were property to men and that was all there was to it.
When he got to her again, he'd make her suffer for this. It would be a when, he was determined on that. He was paying enough to track his property, so he should be able to use the money which came with her to pay for it. He was blaming her entirely for this. God he wished he was in government. He'd ban women from being judges for a start, hell they wouldn't even be allowed jobs full stop. They'd stay at home while the men worked, cook their dinner and be there for their man to fuck after a long, stressful day working. That was her duty. Women belonged beneath men in every sense of the word, including in bed. He felt himself smile a little at that thought. Things would've been totally different for bitches under his regime. But unfortunately, it would never happen. Even he knew that much. So if he couldn't make it law country wide, it would certainly be in his personal life and he'd fuck any bitch who dared challenge him for this, and physically fuck over any men who did likewise.
He'd thought it was a good thing he'd written down the bank details before his arrest. He'd hidden the piece of paper in his flat and named them as his details, obviously as they were. The pigs hadn't taken it. Now he understood why. It didn't matter. They'd fucking closed it! Probably one of those fucking quacks at Smith's Grove Nut house, or that bitch of a judge.
The second thing angering him was his man inside Smith's Grove, who was getting paid a shit load of his money to report on his belonging. But now he was claiming he couldn't hear a word she said. He believed her cell had been modified specifically to stop him doing so. Adam didn't believe it, but neither could he disprove it. Now ok. If Michael Myers had indeed been on his case, Adam would be fleeing himself. He couldn't lie about that. He remembered his words on the phone. "It could be Michael fucking Myers…" Now, he wasn't so sure. Michael Myers was indeed the one man who scared Adam shitless. If he saw that pale, deathly white mask, Adam Dawson would be running a mile. But the very thought of him caring about Danielle Hayward was fucking humorous. Hell, Hilarious. He'd kill her as soon as look at her, as he did with everyone he met. Or at least he had until he was locked up in the asylum. Adam would applaud him if he took a leaf out of Chancer's book and only killed women. It was the fact he killed anyone which scared Adam the most. Not to mention he was unstoppable, indestructible and the most dangerous killer Adam had ever known. Adam was sure there was something supernatural about him. There had to be. Surely.
Adam finally got out of bed, pulling on his work clothes of jeans and a slightly ripped shirt. They'd get dirtier anyway so there was no point wearing clean ones. He worked as a handyman, doing various jobs. For men only of course. Or on the rare occasion it was a woman, she had to be incredibly good looking and agree to pay him with sex and double the price he'd charge a man. Some of the stupid bitches were so desperate to get the work done they agreed. In spite of all this though, Adam always did his best at any job, got it done properly. But this had nothing to do with her. It was purely for his reputation. That was as important to him as his cock.
Today though, he was working for a man about a half hour's drive away. Adam had worked for him before and he was ok for a little small talk. He had a dripping tap in his bathroom along with a few other small problems. One of which was his wife. Adam smirked to himself. Now his cock did become erect. Fuck she was one gorgeous bitch. He'd fuck her any day. He didn't know her name, but he didn't need to know that to fuck her. That thought made him stop. He lay back on his sofa and wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock, masturbating as he imagined his hand was her vagina. He just had time to grab some tissues before he ejaculated.
As he checked his work van ten minutes later making sure all his tools were present and correct, he found himself thinking back to Danielle Hayward and Michael Myers. What an unlikely pairing. He didn't even know if they were on the same ward in that loony bin or had even met. He knew Danielle had long ago Googled the masked killer and couldn't for the life of him understand why. Hoping he'd kill Adam probably. Dream on bitch, he thought, amused. He'd kill you just on principal you blind cow.
While he started the van's engine and pulled out of his driveway, he found his thoughts wandering back to his old man. During his childhood, he'd always been taught by his father to hate women. Lisa Dawson was no exception to that rule. He'd only married her to make her think she was safe. Apparently marriage had topped her list. So stupidly easy. Adam had seen the countless times they'd had visitors round and his mother would be sitting dutifully beside his father in her best dress, Edward in his best suit and tie, nodding, laughing and smiling on cue, speaking only when a visitor addressed her. It was clear most people thought she was just shy. This made sense considering in public her father looked like the loving husband. He'd hold her hand, pour her drinks, act like he adored her. But behind closed doors, that was another story. She called him Sir, did exactly what he said day or night, just as Adam had tried to teach Danielle and Charlotte to do.
Living the life of a young misogynist hadn't been easy. He'd had to fight against the law several times. But Edward was his role model. He wanted his father to be proud of him. So for this he'd do whatever he had to. His father's praise, love and attention meant everything to him. He couldn't give a fuck what his mother thought. As a woman, her thoughts and views meant nothing to him and were in fact, irrelevant.
His first most vivid memory was of him at school aged twelve. Some bitch of a young girl had dared to turn her back on him when he was eyeing up her tits. This act of defiance and disobedience had infuriated Adam and he'd grabbed her by her pony tail, swinging her back around and grabbing her tits in punishment. He hadn't intended to touch, just look. But she'd pissed him off. Who did that bitch think she was?
Most unfortunately for him, two of the bitches friends had been hiding just around the corner and had seen the whole thing. The girl hadn't stopped crying for hours. Adam found out later, from the police of course that he'd given her bruises. Her two friends had run straight to a teacher and told him what Adam had done. Adam, following his father's previous advice, "act like you know hating women is wrong and you don't know what they're talking about," had at first categorically denied it, but when they'd challenged again and again had finally snapped.
"What the fuck? She's a girl. It's my right to look at and touch her tits if I want to! She shouldn't have turned away then while I was getting my eye full! That was her fault!"
This, of course, had been the wrong answer. Within the hour, he was being driven home in the back of a police car to his parents. The stern faced officers told Edward and Lisa what he'd done. Edward of course acted like he was very sorry, saying "Adam, son, you can't do that. That's wrong." But Adam knew him too well. He could hear the pride and glee in his old man's voice. Lisa of course was totally silent. Adam could see the police officers watching her closely. Had they twigged she was treated the same way as Adam had spoken about his victim? Shit. If so, that was bad. But they left a little later, seemingly taking no action. As soon as they were gone, his father had slapped his mother round the face for good measure and growled, "you'll get seen too later bitch." Even though she'd stayed perfectly silent throughout the police visit. Adam couldn't help himself and had laughed.
Edward had then put his son in his Jaguar and driven him to his favourite pizza restaurant. Once in the privacy of the vehicle, he'd given voice to his real, true feelings. "Well done my son! I'm so proud of you! Bitch undoubtedly deserved it! No woman turns away while we're eyeing up her tits. You were right to do what you did. This is your treat. Keep it up!"
Adam had stuffed himself silly that night and felt like his father's king. He'd hardly ever felt happier. If this was what it took to get his father's praise and love, so be it. He'd do it every day of the week; the law and pigs be damned.
That was how things went on for the next few years. But Adam was more careful. He never actually touched a girl again. Instead, he made sexist remarks and jabs, only ever picked boys to pair up with and made sure the girls came last in class activities whenever he could. The times he wouldn't be detected in fixing it by a teacher that was. Small, but it was something. He'd also make lude suggestions to girls he liked. Oh purely sexually of course, not as people. Girls he wanted to fuck as he entered his teens. Girls often reported him to teachers for sexism, but as he hadn't actually assaulted any of them, there was nothing the idiot teachers could do. Adam was surprised the police weren't also told, but glad. They'd put two and two together and make four immediately given his history.
But then, Adam had finally gone too far. When he was sixteen a stunning blonde had joined his class, and Adam knew no questions asked he was fucking her, end of story. He'd asked her to come with him behind the bike sheds and in to the deserted woodland beyond. He'd deliberately been nothing but nice to her up to this point, so she had no reason to suspect him. Even if she had been warned about the fact he was a blatant misogynist by the other girls, she'd clearly disbelieved or ignored it. That suited Adam just fine.
In his school bag that morning, he'd carefully packed a flick knife and a couple of condoms. He'd lost his virginity before of course, but consensually. Or at least that's what the girls had thought. In truth, things would have got very nasty for them if they'd refused him. But this? Oh no. This time, he was having her whether she wanted it or not. No pretending to ask this time. His father hadn't asked what he was planning, but Adam had seen his old man's smirk as he'd left the house. His mother was nowhere to be seen since she'd made them breakfast. Probably in bed waiting to get fucked, Adam had thought with glee.
So that day, she'd followed him in to the woodland. Adam had pretended he just needed to talk to her about something up to this point. But as soon as they were alone, he'd pulled out his flick knife and put it to her throat. Fake niceties were over.
"If you scream," he'd said. "I'll slit your fucking throat, bitch. I'm going to fuck you and if you're a good little whore, I'll let you go afterwards. If you're not and you struggle, you die. Do you understand?"
He didn't give her the chance to answer. He just forced her to the damp ground, unzipped his school trousers, lowered his pants and knelt over her, unzipping hers. He wouldn't use the knife unless he had to. As he put on his condom, climbed on top of her and rammed his rock hard cock in to her tight pussy, he could hear her trying desperately not to scream with fear and pain. But he kept the knife at her throat as he began to thrust inside her and all that came out were little whimpers of pure terror. I'll say this for her she's gorgeous, Adam thought as he ruthlessly fucked the girl beneath him. That was where women belonged. Beneath men in every sense of the word, including during sex. He grabbed and fondled her tits through her bra as he did so, not being gentle. He was sure hers would bruise too, unless her clothing protected them. But as he finally felt himself come, his orgasm was so intense he bit the side of her neck, unable to stop himself. Now she did scream as he drew blood. Shit! He hadn't meant to do that.
Within hours, the police were at his house and this time there was no leniency, no slap on the wrist. His mother was once again silent and most unfortunately, this time had a black eye. Within minutes, Adam and Edward were both handcuffed and arrested, despite Lisa insisting she'd fallen over. The police, rightly, didn't buy it.
Adam sighed now as he thought of the rape trial. Juvenal court had been terrible and was somewhere he'd hoped never to go to again. So much for that. Adult court had women judges after all for fuck's sake! The male judge glaring down at him and outright calling him an "evil misogynist in the making," had got to Adam more than he cared to admit to anyone. He was sent to a young offenders detention centre for two years and his father was given twenty years in prison for a long history of so-called domestic violence against Lisa. Who, of course, fled the country as soon as they were safely locked up?
If Adam was honest, thinking about these things sixteen years later at the age of thirty-two, he'd like nothing better than to go find his bitch of a mother and show her that men were still in charge, that nothing had changed wherever she lived. He'd even fuck her if he had to to make his point. She might think she was safe, he wanted to be the one to show her how wrong she was. Like father, like son.
He'd recently visited his old man in prison and Edward Dawson had looked tired, pale with the pallor which only comes with long incarceration. Adam had told his father about his time in detention. They'd sensibly done everything they could to keep women away from him. Just as well for them. Adam had slowly climbed up the inside ranks until just before his eventual release eight years later, he was one of the top dogs. No one messed with him. Where as in the beginning he'd suffered beatings. He'd soon put them to rights and showed those idiot boys why they should and did in the end, fear him.
He remembered the social worker, (male of course,) who'd spoken to him to try to understand why he felt this way about women. At least they hadn't tried to give him a female one. He'd have badly hurt the bitch if they had. Security or no security.
"Why do you hate women so much?" The man had asked. Adam couldn't remember his name now. He'd just shrugged.
"Because my father did," he'd replied. "It's the way things should be. Women are second class to us men," he'd winked at the social worker as if to say, I know you agree really. The man had shown no emotion at all. Dick. He probably had a wife, adored her and thought Adam was an "evil little misogynist," just as the judge in court did who'd sentenced him to here in the first place. Instead, the man who'd introduced himself as a social worker, but who Adam strongly suspected was actually a fucking Psychologist, just looked at him in silence for a moment.
"So," he'd said eventually. "You believe that just because your father does, you need to do the same? You do realise that view is illegal? The rape you're here for aside, which of course is also illegal, treating women as second class citizens is against the law in this country."
Thinking about it now, he believed and always had, that other countries had the right idea. The ones where women had to have a male guardian and couldn't do anything without his consent. If Adam had his way it'd be the same in America too. They wouldn't be able to open bank accounts, drive, or even marry without their male guardians say so and agreement. Those guys had it absolutely right. Damn American law!
"Women are equal to men," the Psychologist had said and Adam had wanted to punch him. Patronising git. "We are all humans, Adam. Before you are released, your views have to change, or you'll end up in prison for real before you know what's happening to you."
Adam had just smirked at the arrogant idiot. "You'll have to work fucking hard," he'd snarled. "Women exist to be fucked and to cook for men and do whatever men tell them. Change my views? When hell freezes over twat!"
The guy hadn't reacted, but Adam knew his reports on him weren't good and this was only proven when his early release hearing was instantly rejected, even though he of course said all the right things in front of the board. He was sorry, he'd never treat women that way again. But it did no good and his sentence was extended to five years. Adam was furious. Clearly he'd have to lie, pretend his views had in fact changed, that women were indeed equal to men, even if the very thought made him feel sick with anger and hatred. Not in his life they fucking weren't, and never would be for that matter!