Sick Intentions

Chapter Two

He quickly puts his right hand around her neck waking her from her sleep. Her breath being stripped from her lungs with her eyes now wide open looking directly into his empty dark eyes. She attempts to hit him with her fists to get him off but it doesn't work. Her hits are no match and before she can stop him he lets go of her neck and grabs her wrists together with his hand holding them down on the bed above her head.

"Stop! Get off of me!" she screams powerless choking on her each breath.

He doesn't say a word continuing to stare at her. Taking in her beauty as she screams for help. With his free hand he starts to move his hand up the thin black skirt she chose to wear today. Not wasting any bit of time pulling her panties down. His breathing immediately starting to increase as he inserts one of his fingers roughly inside her.

"Stop...Stop... Please..." she starts to cry. "Stop!"

Everything she is saying going in one ear and out the other. He has heard the same pleads hundreds of times before. None of them going to make him change his mind. He wants her and he's going to have her.

If only she knew no one is going to be able to hear her would she still continue to scream like the others? Would she continue to squirm from beneath him attempting to get free? Or is there hope for her unlike the rest of his countless victims?

By the sounds of her screams and cries she is exactly like the other girls. Putting up a fight while he tries to kiss her. "Give in and this will be easier." he whispers into her ear gripping onto her wrists tightly slipping his finger out of her. He moves his now free hand to unbutton his pants ready for the fun to begin.

"Please..please stop." she begs and for a split second he shows remorse in his eyes. Deep down he has always known what he is doing is wrong. It's immoral, it's sick, evil, demented and wrong in every way but Helen isn't going to be the one to change the person he is.

Despite what he believes in his mind that one day he will find the perfect woman willingly to change how he feels it isn't going to happen. No one can. He's too far gone and no amount of therapy or love can fix the psychopathic thoughts he has had since high school.

And slowly but surely the small amount of hope Helen managed to develop from the look in his eyes goes away as quickly as it appeared. Anger feels his dark soul when a sickening smile creeps up across one side of his face to the other. 'He isn't going to let me go.' Helen thinks to herself.

She closes her eyes while he pushes her skirt up and pushes inside her making this feel all more real. He feels pleasure with each movement deepening the pleasure being in control. While Helen is left in misery screaming for help that isn't going to rescue her.

*****

After hours of playing with his new victim he doesn't feel as much joy as he thought he would. Something was missing but he can't figure out what. "Just like the others." he says to himself standing in a room where Helen's motionless body is unconscious. She's still alive, breathing for now chained up against the wall of a very different room.

Dark, depressing with the stench of death looming with no place to escape. No windows unlike the other bedrooms to let light in or air when this room is located below the house. It has been Piecern's torture chamber for the past several years conveniently hidden in the perfect spot no one would look. There is only one way in or out through the secret passage hidden in the masterbedroom closet underneath the floorboards leading to a staircase going further underground.

When the house was built his father designed it thinking if something were to happen they could go down below and hide. In all the years his parents were alive they hardly went down there. But when they died it became the place all his victims were bound to see at some point after they take their first step in the home without knowing. Dark and secluded where most of the will the victims have disingerates. The darkness sucks them from within and none of them have an ounce of power to fight back.

He tortures woman after woman for days, weeks and sometimes months until he decides it's time to move on. Always picking women that are desperate for a room to rent, just moved to the area and have no family near by or alive. They are the best bait to lure into his trap until he leads them down a path they should have avoided altogether.

'None of them are smart enough to find a way to fight back. They're too helpless and that's not what I want.'

Piercen is picky with his choice in women. Never too smart. Never completely dumb. Pretty beyond words but damaged beyond repair. Doesn't help that he is too and add in a short attention span he has developed doesn't make it any easier.

Eight months and six days is the longest time period he has kept the same girl around. 'She's missing something.' he finds himself repeating each time. His cold heart desires something each girl is missing. Love, passion, companionship and happiness he never felt. He wants it all. He wants to fill the void inside him and have the person give him all he needs.

Perhaps Helen will be the one or could have been if he felt some connection to her. The first touch of their bodies pressed close together is when he can usually tell. The look in her eyes gave him a confirmation she wasn't the one for him. No spark, no connection or feeling whatsoever.

He craves such a strong bound he thinks he should have to know but does that even exist? How can he tell right away if he hasn't gotten to know her? How can he know the feeling won't come later when he hasn't felt love, or been in love with another?

Piercen is empty, hollow, emotionless and dead inside. He longs each day to feel something for someone other than himself and for that someone to feel the same for him. But if he tosses a love before it can form won't it die before it could have grown?

Love is suppose to be a happy emotion and feeling. Or should be. But so far for Piercen it doesn't exist.

Through high school in a small town is where his hatred for woman grew. Every time he built the courage to ask a girl out they laughed in his face and walked away. No girl took him serious. He was doomed to be the loner and laughing stock of the whole school. And with each rejection more hate grew boiling to a point he came up with the perfect plan he has to date.

Tricking innocent, naive young women into believing he is a kind hearted man willing to rent out his spare bedroom. Putting on an act he has been known to wear well. And less the work is having to be done when the women are coming to him. All the power is given to him and it feeds his need for control. He has the upperhand of their life in his hands but that's not what he cares about. He is only wanting to find the right girl to make him complete.

Too bad for him when she isn't the one. And too bad for Helen that she will get to learn soon not being the one for him means she is not worth keeping around. He looks at her one last time with thoughts of how he can end her life before turning and walking back up the steps.

Pulling himself up once he reaches the top to get out of this secret hiding place the sound of keys jiggling can be heard at the front door upstairs on the main level. 'He's home.' Piercen thinks to himself, almost entirely forgetting about Helen's boyfriend Benjamin who has been at work all day.

Piercen quickly stands up and shuts the closet door at the sound of the front door opening. Not the slightest worried of what is to come. He never is because even though the situation is different he's pretty confident he can overpower the man without a problem.

He walks out of his bedroom shutting the door behind him with all the confidence in the world. Heading up the stairs as the other man walks down to the other room running straight into him. "Oh sorry I didn't even see you." the man apologizes.

"You shouldn't be because I'm not." he replies getting a strange look from Benjamin in the dark. Before he can ask for what Piercen reaches for a small trophy sitting on the mantel and slams it against the man's head.