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sixteen

2:00 PM

Mask

B efore heading around back, I open the camera app from my phone and disable the doorbell feed. There’s one thing I need to take care of first. Holding an old shoe box, I climb the front steps and scoop the dead raven from inside of it. In its place, I leave a mask that looks just like the one I’ve been wearing to disguise my identity. I got the idea to leave her a bird like this from some of the books I’ve watched her read while she touches herself at night. Last night I wrestled the dead raven from the neighborhood tabby. It was a lucky coincidence our paths crossed. I was standing in the alley, trying to figure out how to find a dead black bird and he came meandering by with it dangling from his mouth. He even chewed on one side, making it nice and bloody, perfect for the front step. I slip the lid gingerly over the shoebox grave so I can dispose of it in a trash can that stands at attention in the alley like a soldier waiting for his orders to make the evidence disappear. The mask on the step makes the scene picturesque, a true work of art. Adrenaline works its way through my system at the thought of her finding the mask. I can’t wait to see the tortured look on her face later.

Satisfied with my display, I creep around back to sneak into the basement side window, spying on her from my perch inside the garage from the alley. My binoculars provide me with an up-close experience. I watch through them as she drinks a cup of tea. I tucked the relaxing tea into her boo basket earlier, before she woke up. It’s supposed to help you fall asleep and stay asleep, according to the box the tea bags arrived in. My lip curls up into a villainous smirk. Soon she’ll be out like a corpse and I can finish up the rest of my plans for tonight. I’ve been anxiously waiting for this day, counting down the hours until I can slide into her slick wet pussy; feeling it clench around me tight and hot, while I listen to her moaning everything I tell her to. My thoughts wander to my lava-coated playground, obsessing over Amanda as I greedily wait for my opportunity to slip back inside the house undetected. It’s not long before she falls asleep watching her movie. After fifteen minutes of grueling waiting, I climb back through the window, then creep quietly into the basement.

Inside, I retrieve the backpack I left the other day from the crawl space and stealthily tip toe up the basement steps. Before I open the door, I slip the mask into place. If I’m caught, I don’t want her to see my face, not yet at least.

Now that I have free rein of the house for a few hours, I’ll be making myself nice and cozy. Upstairs, I stop in the kitchen first to refill the water in the vase with the flowers I sent her. They sit slowly dying on the kitchen counter, as the life seeps from them. It makes me excited to think I’ve already squirmed my way into her thoughts so many times.

Before I tossed the raven from this morning in the trash, I plucked a decent amount of bloody feathers from its dead body, stuffed them in a ziplock bag, and tucked them in my pocket. I pull the bag out and retrieve a few feathers. I leave two on the counter and balance the third on one of the sunflowers. Looking at my handiwork has me wishing I’d kept the bird for a second appearance. I check the running stopwatch timer I set on my watch as I walk to the other room to check on my snoozing little masterpiece. Her chest rises and falls steadily. She looks so peaceful while she sleeps. Her face is no longer contorted with fear like it was when she raced down the street away from me the last time we were together. It’s too bad, I think with a sigh. I wouldn’t have minded fingering her until she came. The little slut must be exhausted from her scare this morning. Combined with her pleasure session the other night and recent relapse with late night reading, it’s easy to see why she needs a nap. I want her to be nice and refreshed. As tempting as it might be to rush my plan and take her now, I fight hard to resist the urges pulsing through my body. It’s so tempting to fuck her while she sleeps, but I want to hear her voice, and watch her body tremble with a mix of fear and desire again as she’s overcome with a flood of emotions.

“Maybe in a little while, you tease,” I whisper to her, blowing a kiss, and heading to the entryway, wandering upstairs next.

It’s going to be me and her all alone for the rest of the day. I can’t fucking wait to follow her every move from my cameras while I hide away in the upstairs home office where I plan to set up for the night. Thanks to her voracious reading, I’ve come up with plenty of ideas. Waiting until after it gets dark will be half the fun. When the lights go out and the trick or treaters have had their fill, I’ll be ready for my turn. Once I have her nice and scared, that’s when things are going to really heat up. I lick my lips, thinking about it again. She’s so fucking sexy and tonight I’ll have her all to myself.

Upstairs, I drop my bag off in the office where I’ll be waiting for her tonight, and grab the few items out of it I will need. Then I slink to her bedroom to leave a sexy lingerie set with a note on the bed for her. I even leave her a book based on some of her current reads. Since she’s a bit of a bookstagramer in her free time, it was easy to find her wishlist. There’s another note hidden inside of the book. The look on her face when she gets to that part is going to be worth all the waiting and planning. I smile to myself, thinking about what it says. Working my way back downstairs, I lay a mixture of the bloody feathers I plucked from the raven with fake black feathers on the stairs in clumps. Thanks to the craft store, those feathers were easy to acquire and didn’t require any plucking. I put a few finishing touches on the stairs, then creep back to the main floor to check on my sweet, innocent sleeping beauty.

Right where I left you, I think to myself as my eyes sweep over her. It’s so hard to fight the urge not to go to her. I want to but I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I slide silently into a chair to watch her sleep a while longer. Of course, I should have known watching could never satisfy me, not with such a perfect victim unaware of the predator lurking inside her home. Desperation overwhelms my senses as I continue to study her supple lips. Lips that are plump and perfect, just begging to wrap around my needy cock while I ram it deep into her throat. It has me daydreaming about how good she sucked it last time. She enjoyed playing with me, using her tongue to lick over my piercing seductively. I bite back a moan as my cock twitches in agreement. I allow my fantasy to continue playing out, imagining the feel of her tight cunt squeezing around my throbbing cock. All the while, my fingers grasp her dainty neck, depriving her of oxygen as I take what I’ve been craving for so long. I want to ram my dick inside of her repeatedly until her eyes fill with tears and she’s begging me to stop.

I’m no longer able to resist the urge to touch her. I want to feel her skin against my own. The movie is almost over. Instinctively, I look down to check the running stopwatch. The clock is ticking away, bringing us closer to our night together. I’ll have to force myself to retreat upstairs. The obsession with running my hands over the curves of her breasts consumes my thoughts. I get up from the chair, standing over Amanda to admire her for just one last moment. Despite myself, I allow my fingers to reach out and play in her hair. They’re out of control, unleashed with a plan of their own. They lightly run down the length of her body, taking extra care to linger on her thigh. My fingers are so tempted to steal a touch. I have no self-control. My hands continue to roam on their own. They slide up the opening of her sweat shorts and beneath her panties. One of my fingertips rubs against her pussy, just a small touch at first, but then I get carried away. Stroking through her folds while she slumbers on the couch. The little slut is so deprived of a man’s attention she moans softly in her sleep, flexing her hips, trying to find the friction my fingertip created. Unable to deny her, my finger travels against her a few more times before it slips inside of her. She gasps in her sleep. It’s so hard to walk away when she’s already begging for my touch, responding to me with so much need. Amanda moans again as I slip another finger in, curling it as I pump in and out slowly. She stirs and her eyelashes flutter. I know it’s time to retreat. Staying only puts me at risk of her catching me before I am ready for her to know I’m here. I pull the two fingers I slipped inside of her from her wet cunt, bringing them to my mouth and sucking her savory juices from each finger. That pussy is going to taste delicious later tonight, I think as I slip away to retire to my hiding spot upstairs. I know her tendencies like the back of my hand and she never once in all my weeks of watching her has entered the other bedroom where an office sits untouched most days. Tonight, it will be my secret sanctuary.