Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Six- Candice

Chapter Six- Candice

A few days had passed since he had last seen Layla. Days seemed to blur together after their time together, so much so that he could feel it; the hunt was calling again. The urgent need gnawed inside his soul. He needed to locate a victim to satisfy the hunger within, then do what he does best — instill fear, torture, kill. The dark was instilled in him, his friend, and his partner guiding him in the direction he needed to go. This time, it led him to a young woman in her early twenties. He followed behind her as she walked home from Rockefeller Hall College.

Unaware that she was being watched, followed, she led him straight to her home. The predator had found his new prey. And soon enough... he would sink his knife into her. The sunset gave him a way to conceal in the shadows undetected. He had found her bathroom window at the back of her house. The home was ordinary, if not plain.

One-story paneled house complete with a two car garage. But something felt off just by looking at the home. Why was it so plain? Why were there no plants hanging from the ceiling on the porch? Why were there no flowers planted out in front of the house? There were no decorations in the yard at all. That was very odd. It was very unlikely, something seemed wrong. Every woman had some type of decoration for their home.

He watched Candy undress in her bathroom, the window cracked open just enough to peer inside and drink in her curves and soft, olive-toned skin. As he was doing so, he noticed her muscles were tensed up, a few deep bruises splotched her inner thigh. Ryder wondered who had given those to her. They hadn't come from her hand obviously. It sparked his curiosity, and he couldn't deny that his curiosity had gotten the better of him in the past.

He had been watching her for several nights, jotting down notes about the Doll that grabbed his attention. It was dark out. The moon and stars were covered by fluffy clouds which proved helpful to keep him concealed in the night. Candy lived with her mother and step-father. What he had discovered each day unsettled him. It hit a little too close to home for him. But he couldn't show sympathy, he couldn't let his emotions override why he was there. Candy was a slut. She went through man after man, not caring that she treated them as play things then discarded of them after she got bored with them.

As he carefully watched her during the day, he noted she dressed in long sleeves and pants regardless of the weather. He knew what she was hiding under her clothing, bruises. He had spotted the purplish-blue splotches on her thighs and wrists the second day he had began watching her.

Candy Martin: "After observing her the second day, I've spotted bruises. I suspect someone is abusing my Doll. It doesn't matter. It doesn't change the fact that she is slutting around town, throwing her body at whoever shows her the slightest bit of attention. The time is 6:34pm, Candy is now walking into a party dressed in basically nothing, typical of a slut.

Four hours later she stumbles out with a jock-type hanging on her arm. She was heavily intoxicated, not to mention doped-up. This one seemed to like her drugs. It could make things difficult, or it could make things entirely too easy. I stayed behind them in my truck watching as the jock took her down an alley and parked, got out of the vehicle and pinned her against the cold, brick wall. Well, it seemed privacy wasn't an issue for Candy. Not long after, they departed ways, she hailed a cab and went home, to which I followed. I parked down the street and walked around to the back. As I took a peek in the bathroom window, I noticed she was passed out in the bathroom, it was then that her step-father entered the bathroom, gripped Candy by the neck and hauled her out and to her bedroom. That's where things took a turn for the worse for her.