Thank you for all the great reviews! They are appreciated. Originally I hadn't planned to post this chapter until tomorrow, but I had so much fun with it I just couldn't wait. This is the first crime chapter so let me know what you think. Warning, graphic violence!
As always I don't own a thing...
It was dark in the basement, once he climbed through the small ventilation window. If he had not walked this path twenty times before he would have surely tripped and alerted someone to his presence. Those kinds of mistakes were for amateurs, which he was not. It hadn't occurred to him before now, but this was much easier to do in a house. Apartments were overcrowded and he felt far too rushed. When he had space, he had time.
She knew he was watching, he had left her photos and letters pouring out his love and devotion. The almost soul consuming need to possess her was ever present in each correspondence. The police had been there, the day to day routine was quite easy for him to spot. Still ever vigilant, he watched and waited for each passing second until he could lay eyes on the object of his desire once more.
The excitement was almost uncontrollable now. After weeks of waiting the day was finally here. The day Sarah Mason would finally belong to him, completely.
His mind flashed back to the day he found her. Those blue eyes, ruby red lips, and lush red hair. Every part of her culminated to create his fantasy in the flesh and blood. Just to think, if he had not cut himself working on his car he never would have crossed paths with the RN working nightshift at the hospital emergency room. It was fate. He was as certain of that, as he was the day he married the one woman who would always hold his heart. Shaking his head, he had to bring himself back to the present. Daydreaming was for later, now was for making memories.
He stealthy and silently found his way to a staircase he knew would lead to the kitchen. His footsteps were nonexistent, and each one was tested before his full weight was put on the aged wooden stairs. Once he was at the top he gently tested the doorknob to ensure it was unlocked. "Jackpot!" How thankful he was that human nature, so often is unchanging, and so easy to predict. He crept through the entrance and was overjoyed by the fact she was still in her room.
The clock over the oven read 9:35 am, and he knew from her routine she was still sleeping soundly. His smile was more prominent now. The blood his heart was pushing throughout his body was thrumming with the anticipation of what was coming. Turning down the hallway he found her bedroom door and pushed it open. He stood there for several long minutes just staring at the beautiful vision sleeping soundlessly. Sarah's red hair was long and wavy surrounding her face, making her appear so angelic. Suddenly the unexplainable anger was there, and all he knew was she would pay for it all.
He was on her before the scream even passed her lips. She fought with strength only someone who was trying to survive could possibly muster. In her mind all she could hear was, "please, no, not now, not like this." Then the cold steel blade against her throat ceased all movement. It was in that moment she came to terms with the inevitable, "this is how my final moments in this life will be." The brutality he showed her was unmerciful, each slap and punch leaving its ugly dark purple mark on her perfect porcelin skin. With that, the pinnacle of this horrid nightmare truly began.
The knife delicately cut away the t-shirt her ex boyfriend gave her, that to this day she slept in. It was then she realized he wanted much more than her life. With complete disregard, her panties were effortlessly torn from her body. The full force of his weight was painfully suffocating her, and depriving her of much needed oxygen.
Each violation, more violent than the last. Every passing minute was like an eternity to her, and after two long hours Sarah had nothing left to take.
It was in that moment she prayed for the end. The moment the blade severed her carotid artery was sweet relief for her. Then slowly but surely the welcomed darkness consumed her, as she took her final breaths on this earth.
Standing over her lifeless corpse, he felt the power he truly relished. Her beauty, now marred and marked by him. She was his forever, and no one could take that away.
When he reached for his pants he removed a small white gold locket from it's pocket, which he then placed around her neck. It was beautiful by most anyone's standards, but to him it had far more than a fiscal value. It represented who he was, and most importantly, who he had become.
He stood silently for a few more moments critiquing his own work, he was profoundly proud of himself. Quietly he turned and followed the exact path he had come, finding his way back into the cool fall air.
Leaving her laying there splayed for all the world to see was the final indignity he would deliver. There was nothing left of the once vivacious beautiful girl. Her body bearing the story of her brutal demise.