Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Zak

Iwatch her walk off with her posse with great relish. I can see why she is the ringleader. She is bitchier than the other two. Her mannerisms, posture and posh accent scream rich bitch. They are in their twenties, too young and selfish to care about charity.

It looks as if she is about to bitch about the food that's been put in front of her. Curious, I pull out my phone to see who she is. I'm flooded with links to her social media pages.

I flick through the links pausing at her slutty poses in some of her pictures. I'm sure she is trying to look coy, but she just looks like an upmarket whore to me.

I zoom in on a picture of her wearing a white bikini. Her nipples are practically popping out. She has a nice set of tits. They don't look fake.

4.7 million followers. A self-professed fashion and style icon. No wonder she was so full of herself. I wonder how many of her followers care that she is a cunt?

When I feel eyes on me, I discreetly look toward her table from the corner of my eye and see all three women looking at my table.

I put the phone on the table and sip my wine. Alcohol is something I rarely indulge in, but every so often, red wine is the exception, and it's permissible due to its health benefit.

I look at the banners showing the housing projects. My mother always smiled and reassured me no matter what happened in our lives. We left our home away from my father to a women's aid housing unit. We ended up in a homeless centre until the local council got us a shitty apartment.

"Mr Henderson, thank you so much for attending."

I glance up to see the director of the foundation. Giving her a nod, I stretch my hand out to shake hers. Keen to get tonight over with, I invite her to sit down.

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As I leave, I see the trio of young women climbing into a black cab. When the cameras start flashing, I hastily get into my limo. Sitting back, I viciously yank my tie off.

Thank fuck, tonight is over.

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I race through my estate I know my timing won't be as exceptional as yesterday, so I push myself harder in the last leg of my run. Being unable to sleep well last night triggered my agitation. I had found myself on Lady Linden's Instagram, Facebook and Twitter accounts.

It irked me to see her posing at the foundation as if she was a modern-day mother Theresa. Picture after picture, I was trying to put my finger on what seemed wrong. She almost looked plastic. I had looked up a children's Barbie doll. She looked like a doll. Her hair just needed to be a little lighter, but she could pass for a human Barbie doll. Even her perky tits match the doll's shape.

All her pictures looked staged in one way or another. After finding her favourite brands and email address, I send some nasty malware programs to access everything. It's been a long time since I've toyed with anyone.

I reach my front door and check my watch. I get my breath under control. Furious at my shit timing today, I take off my cool down jog. I will make it up with my weight training.

I ignore the raindrops and visit my mum's garden. She was too kind for this world. She put up so much abuse from my father.

After she passed away, I cut my father"s hands off for raising them against her. He didn't recognise me when I picked him up. I had toyed with him for 18 months and relished every minute of my time with him.

I close my eyes, smiling and tilt my face towards the sky.

Yes.

It's time for a new challenge.

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I check to see if Benny is online before I send him the amended programme.

Benny: Thank you. How did I not see it?!

Me: You were balls deep in your new girlfriend?

Benny: I should never have mentioned her to you. Only the supplier and my credit card company should have known.

Me: Just give me today, and I won't mention my future sister-in-law again.

I see Benny's online icon disappear, and I burst out laughing. Poor Benny. I need to stop fucking with him.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I look up plastic sex dolls. The scale of them blows me away. Every size and colour you could imagine is available on the market.

Whenever I see a blond one, I compare the silicone doll to Elizabeth. None of them are close to how pretty the real thing is. I pull her picture up, and at that moment, I know exactly what I'm going to do with Lady Linden.

I leave my work and proceed to my favourite section of my home. The conservatory is vast in size, but it's surrounded by glass in every direction. This is where I can think.

I sit in my recliner, feeling the warm afternoon sun on me. Pushing backwards, I tilt the chair back and bring the notepad up on my phone.

She is a Duke's daughter. She lives and breathes in the public eye. My lips twitch at the thoughts that race through my mind. My therapist's words kick in, and I take deep breaths and rein myself back in. It takes several minutes for me to bring my heartbeat back to normal.

No. I need to take my time when I take my pretty doll. She isn't like the others. I will strip her down, rip her soul apart and keep her as a receptacle for me to use, just like an inanimate doll. I ignore my throbbing cock.

I list everything I will need to do, prepare and make a precise timeline of events.