The man stared at the screen after his reply disappeared into the ether, contemplating whether to attempt to trace Yardy29C or leave that to Hannah, and even after twenty seconds he was already impatient for her to reply. As if the cat could sense he needed encouragement, Biggles stretched and padded across the floor to nuzzle against his arm. "Hey Biggs." Scratching under the tabby's chin, Todd patted his knee, and smiled when the cat jumped in his lap. "Do you know you you're the only living creature I've ever kissed with affection?" He met the cat's curious yellow eyes, and shook his head. "And you're not even a damn female." Usually, Todd loved the darkness and silence of the night, awake whilst the rest of the world sleep, but now …show more content…
I enjoy being aware of the pain their loss will cause their relatives to endure and the effect it will have on them. Unbearable grief, and suffering without end, until they themselves are dead. Would that agony be the same if I'd left my victims forever damaged, but still alive? If they just disappeared forever? The killing doesn't drive me, but it is a matter of expediency. To keep me safe, as you say, and a consequence. Ultimately, it's cause and effect, the more pain and damage I inflict, the closer it draws them to death. As much I savour their pain, and when done with them regret that I hadn't been able to prolong my time with each, that's not so easy when you're in a forest with the sun soon to rise. Or by the riverbank adjacent to a busy College Campus, or a suburban home where a nosy neighbour could knock on the door at any moment. I push them to the edge, but eventually, I am forced to tip them over it, only able to come as I peer into their knowing eyes. That is a sight to behold, Hannah, their awareness of their impending death, and the knowledge that despite the pain they've endured and would continue to endure, if they could, they'd still do all they could to stave off the …show more content…
Hours are all I've had at my disposal, but I've often dreamed of a week, a month, a year. What I could do, how I could break her, what damage and pain I could inflict? Up until now that hasn't been possible, and I've never possessed the medical expertise to be certain of being in being able to continually bring her back from the brink. Until now. Until you. We'd just need to find somewhere to stash her. Then, we could rape and torture every day to our hearts content. Keep the bitch nailed to the wall, displayed like a piece of artwork for our viewing pleasure. However, I'm afraid my apartment is too small and the neighbors might complain about the noise. What about your living arrangements, and that boyfriend of yours? A segue for Todd into a subject that had raised his curiosity. I know cops aren't the smartest cookies in the jar, but won't he become suspicious if you return home coated in blood, smelling of sex and my come dripping down your