She Will Be Mine

Chapter 14: Des

​I woke up in the middle of the night, and once my eyes adjusted to the painfully bright clock, I saw that it read 6:00 AM. Why am I awake right now? This body needs more than two hours of sleep for one night. Lying in my bed, I could feel how stiff my muscles were. I was the tightest in my shoulders, barely able rotate my head.
​Looking outside the window, I could see the lamppost in the distance. From where I was, everything seemed peaceful. Everything seemed calm.
​Sitting up, I heard the cheerful purr of my cat coming from under the bed.
​With a few words of encouragement, Mr. Cuddles pounced onto my bed. A colorful mutt, Mr. Cuddles was just like a big pillow. His fur was all different colors; I would sometimes call him my rainbow kitty. Walking over to, Mr. Cuddles, or MC for short, proceeded to lay right on top of me, and give himself a bath. He didn't even bother saying hello. Great, now my cat won't even bother to say hello to me.
​I flicked the kitchen light on as I walked in. Curling my quite frozen toes, I grabbed my reindeer slippers and shoved them on. Wiggling my toes seemed to get the blood to go back to the place I needed it the most.
​The fridge was just as empty as it had been this afternoon. There was a list on the counter, along with a reminder to actually go shopping. I added a few exclamation marks to it and walked back to my room.
​I shut of the light and curled in with MC, and prayed that tomorrow would be an easier day than this one had been.
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The man walked down the silent street, dancing under the streetlamps, enjoying the solitude. His heels cracked under the pavement, making him jump ever so often. He walked lightly on his toes, afraid to make too much noise in the early morning air. The birds began to sing a soft and sweet melody. The world slept by unawares of what was just about to happen.
When he reached his destination, he turned to face the apartment that loomed in front of him. It was simple enough, with need of a touch up here or there. The paint was feeling of the front porch, and the railing was sagging after years of use. But it was a classic Victorian, and therefore one of the most coveted apartments in the whole city. The chimney stood tall and proud at the top, as if defying the odds of its existence for so long. Smoke curled out of the top, and fanned out towards the sky.
Looking both ways, the man saw that his path was a clear one. He walked towards the front door, but then turned and slithered into the alley next to the house. He jumped over garbage cans, and walked around boxes of thrown away things. He paid no attention to the cat that watched him from the windowsill of the next house, or the old lady that hid in the shadows behind it.
With a practiced skill he looked for the fire escape. He jumped onto a dumpster and pulled the ladder down, all without making a sound. Scaling it, he made it to the roof of the apartment, and his entrance point.
Walking towards the chimney, he turned his attention to the opening to the attic. Pulling on latex gloves and a black ski mask, he grabbed a screwdriver out of his back pocket and began the stealthy job of removing the screws from the cover. Once down, he neatly replaced the screwdriver in its position and rubbed his hands together in glee. This is too easy, he thought to himself as he took the cover off the roof and slid into the attic. He coughed as dust flew into his face, but moved on quickly. Finding the stairwell the led into the main area of the apartment, he walked down and continued on his real mission.
He found her bedroom easily. She was sleeping without a care in the world. Leaving her there, he walked around the remainder of the apartment, and seeing no one was there, he returned to her to finish his job. Walking over to her bed, he smiled at her pure beauty.
The man hovered over his victim like a lion ready for the kill. He smiled maliciously as he watched her sleep. She was so innocent, so easy. He had been dreaming of this day since he first laid eyes on her those many years ago. His 6 foot frame cast a long shadow over hers. He moved around her, causing no noise. He relished in the moment that he had here. No one knew he was here, and no one would. He sat next to the beautiful women that would be his next and final victim. He watched as she lay there in her bed, as she inhaled and exhaled to a steady continuous rhythm. After tonight, they would never be apart again. His plans were too through to fail now that he had come so far. Chuckling at the simplicity of this whole act, he walked to the foot of the bed. He carefully laid out his tools on the bedspread before him. His knife glistened in the moonlight that filtered through the window. She stirred suddenly, and he paused, his heart in his throat. She pivoted in the bed, and once again was sound asleep. He smiled at her naivety. How clueless she had been! He had been watching her all evening, all week, and even she had not detected a thing. That just shows how wrong she really was about this whole thing. He had been toying with her and her friends for months, tying them up in knots over the whole thing, and not once did they have the upper hand in any of it.
He caressed her foot as it hung over the footboard, completely relaxed. He traced the wrinkles that followed the bottom. She is so beautiful, he thought to himself, and she is all mine.
Smiling, he unwound the rope tied to his belt. His hands were hardened from years of practice. With an effortless action, he thrust his hands around her waist, and grabbed her wrists. She didn't move. He carefully lifted her up and fastened her hands behind her before flipping her on the bed. The women must sleep like a rock, he thought as he continued his action. His next object was her feet. Carefully, so to not disturb her, he took out his wire. He used his knife to cut a sizable amount, and then wrapped it so her ankles were bound together in a manner only he could undo. The women dreamt on. Reaching into his black khaki pants, he pulled out a clear liquid in a small bottle. It was thick and gel like, and swiftly he opened the bottle and poured some into the cloth he held in his other hand.
Crawling onto the bed once more, he leaned over his victim. He smiled above her, and without moving, he just stared at her. For minutes at a time, he hovered over her, knowing at one point she would awake. And when she did, he would be ready for her. He marveled at how her hair shimmered in just the right light, letting the tell-tale red sneak into it. He had always admired her red hair, and now seeing it so close up his breath was taken away by it. He gently stroked her shoulders, loving how her arms lit up in Goosebumps when he touched her. She pivoted in the bed, so that she was facing him again. She smiled, as if in a good dream, and he longed to see those eyes open. He was so happy that he would be the first thing she saw.
She did awake, and when she saw the black frame hovering above her, her first instinct was to scream. She didn't even get that far.
As soon as her eyes flashed open and fear registered, the man made his move. Leaning towards her he brought their lips together. She grunted and tried to move her hands, and, realizing where they were, she instead tried to move her body away from him. He smiled against her in satisfaction. Carefully, he moved his hands to her shoulders. With ambition and drive, he kissed her deeper. She tried to bite him, but he was too strong. His tongue parted her teeth, and she was powerless to fight him.
After he had had his fun, he slowly crawled off of her. "There is more where that came from Darling," he called her, allowing his Southern accent to creep through. "I have much more planned for us," he smiled as he gathered his materials and prepared the cloth.
"You monster," she spit at him, hatred oozing from her eyes. She finally could place him. She knew who he was. Her job was done. She tried to move her body to one part of the bed, but he moved faster.
"Not so fast Darling," he whispered as he pulled her ankles toward him. "You aren't getting away that easily." She struggled, but he brought his cloth up to her nose and mouth.
She began to panic. This was not the way it was supposed to go. She wasn't prepared for this! Her pager lay a mere 3 feet away. If she could only reach it, she could alert the help that was only a house away. She pushed against him, tried to get the upper hand, but it was useless. As the chloroform began to affect her, her vision blurred. She was losing energy, and she knew that soon the fight would be over. As her eyes closed against her will, she smiled.
After her body became limp in his arms, he let out a small laugh. She was never going to learn was she? He thought gleefully. Wrapping her up in his arms, he carried her to the window. Placing her on the sill, he climbed out. Grabbing her out of the first story window, he carried her over to his black unmarked van, threw her in and drove off.
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