Word Count:\u00a0 397<\/p>\n

He lays awake in the dark room thinking, thinking about you. Wondering if your eyes will swim with terror before they open black and wide in a dead stare. If your scream will be instantaneous with the knowledge of death as it circles into your view. If you\u2019ll fight, if you\u2019ll manage to scratch and draw blood. If you\u2019ll sink to the floor in an unlovely pile. Your head slightly askew. Your arms helplessly flailed. Your knees buckled beneath you. That\u2019s what he thinks about as he drifts into sleep.<\/p>\n

Sometimes he rolls out the movies he has in his head of each one of his victims. The most individual and unique way each one managed her own dying. Some were so scared they molded themselves to his hands. He likes the soft-flicker of light and dark, black and white with a bright splash of red when the knife slits the skin.<\/p>\n

He prefers to think about the women who will fill up his future. You\u2019re only the next one in line. He knows that he really wants to see you naked. Knows that if he has planned it out right, he will have time. To strip off your clothes as you lay there unbreathing. To carve \u201cLOVE\u201d<\/em> in the fringe of your bush. Like the panties he\u2019s seen in the catalogs at his Aunt Janey\u2019s when he was a kid.<\/p>\n

When he can\u2019t stand the anticipation any longer, when the need overcomes, he\u2019ll follow you home. He\u2019ll knock on your door and you\u2019ll open it, smile, ask him in. He\u2019ll have that drink, run out for Chinese, watch as you crack open the cookie and read the tiny print of your fortune. You\u2019ll both laugh.<\/p>\n

But he\u2019ll still be laughing as your smile changes to horror. It\u2019s that transition he studies between comfort and pain. Maybe he\u2019ll carry you into the bedroom–if you haven\u2019t already invited him into your bed. That would make his task easier, but not as enjoyable. For he likes the thought of unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down from your hips. The zip of the knife slitting your shirt open. The snap of the bra releasing your breasts.<\/p>\n

You won\u2019t see the end of this story and he\u2019s sorry for that. You, the star of the movie that will run in his mind till he needs to do it again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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