Chapter Forty-Eight

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She was an almost perfect play thing, running until her legs gave out. The hunt feeding the monster swimming beneath my flesh. Still, she wasn’t Mallory; and me calling her so only ensured more tears. Her screams of terror didn’t morph into sounds of pleasure as I caught her and thrusted between her legs. Her sad eyes didn’t light up with the thrill of the chase the way Mallory’s do. So, even though I enjoyed our time together, it had to come to an end. I need a willing participant that will feed my addiction for a longer period of time.

She saw me tonight, watching from between the branches, and didn’t cower. Dare I say she looked distraught when I disappeared into the shadows? The thought of her missing me has me whipping out my police baton for the hundredth time since it touched her skin. I lick and suck the tip, memories of our encounters trapezing through my grey matter as I shove my pants down my thighs. I fuck my fist violently as I think of Mallory surrendering to me as I twist the baton garrotte tighter. Asphyxiating her. Her golden eyes will bulge as the blood vessels pop from the pressure, and just as she’s about to lose consciousness I’ll loosen the ligature. She will heave in a great breath as her cunt flutters around my cock. I swear I can still taste the traces of her flesh beneath the metallic taste of the weapon and the thought of her sucking me with the same vigor has me spurting my spunk into the dirt.

I know I’m dragging this out, the kidnapping. But, the element of surprise lights up her eyes like nothing I’ve ever seen and the cop boyfriend knows it. His every available minute is spent with her and the fear of being interrupted by his hulking form constantly holds me back from taking her.

Maybe I should just kill him. Then I can play with Mallory when and how it suits me.