Chapter 36 HIM

Chapter 36

HIM

This time, I have no hesitation using my Master profile. The cops are clueless. I scroll through the options. It's amazing, really, how many women are dying to be my submissive. They want to be owned. It just goes to show that submission is the natural state for females. Paige is in her cage. I opened the door when I came home, yet she hasn't moved. I bet she wouldn't even come out if I left the house.

Maybe I should try that. I could set a trap for her. Then I'd have a legit opportunity to punish her. At least she'd give me some pleasure before I kill her.

Can't do that yet.

As a senator's daughter, she has value. Her father's position was a bonus to my pride—a feather in my cap, to be cliché. I'd already selected her before I learned what he did. Now, that ego bonus might come in handy in a very practical way. I might need her as a hostage or to extract ransom from her rich daddy. I won't spare her, though. Her time will come. I've put too much effort into her transformation. I've earned the pleasure of her death. For now, I'll enjoy the anticipation.

Then what?

On one hand, I applaud the way I've modified her behavior. She was a huge step up from the prostitutes I practiced on. Using the site gave me a quality woman, the kind of female I deserve. On the other hand, as I scroll through the responses to my post and click to look at the profiles, I see that I can do better.

I can find a quality woman who is less of a child. I know that Paige lied about her age. At first, I thought I'd like a young one, but now I know a little experience might make for a better challenge. Let's see. What are my options?

Clicking through to each profile, I study their photos. Too old, too young, too blonde. I pause on the image of a dark-haired woman. She's gorgeous in an innocent-looking way. Do I want innocence? I had that with Paige, and she bored me in just a couple of weeks. I make a note and stick her on the maybe list. The next is butt ugly. Hard pass. I have standards.

This one has potential. Her eyes are almost downcast, but there's a glimmer of fire in them. Interesting. She's a definite maybe. The next is a bit older, looks to be in her midthirties, but she's still plenty attractive.

I check several more profiles before I narrow my list down to three women. My choices are innocent, fiery, and experienced. I'll think about them awhile, then decide which ones to message.

I'd forgotten how much fun this is. The opening gambit of the game. The lure, the setting of the trap, the snap of its jaws. I can't wait.

With some profiles selected, I turn to a fresh internet search for, well, me.

I spend a few minutes scrolling through new articles and videos. Headlines grab my eye: Another Woman Kidnapped in Randolph County, Woman Nabbed from Scarlet Falls Mall, Serial Killer Strikes Again.

I read through a couple of articles. I actually laugh out loud at the article describing the abduction and asking for help in identifying the woman who was taken.

Such chaos. The sheriff and FBI are completely stumped. The local cops are useless too. I am pulling all the strings, and they are doing exactly as I predict. Every time.

I am in control.

The thought of me jerking around three separate law enforcement agencies gives me a surge of pleasure. I have outsmarted them at every turn. I'm playing chess, and they can't even organize their checkers. Their investigation is a joke. They have no idea what is going on. Excitement rushes through my blood. I can't wait to see how they respond to what I've planned next.