Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Fifteen - The Maze

Chapter 15 - The Maze

(Pre-Ryder) London, England – Rein

Rein stalked in the shadows, blending in so effortlessly as he watched his Pet walk down an alleyway. She was perfect. She had a smile plastered to her face as she looked down, quickly typing on her green covered cell phone. He'd followed her from a restaurant in London, sticking far enough away so as to not raise suspicion.

She had brownish red hair, green eyes that lit with happiness as she received a reply from whoever she was texting. She was tall, too. At least six-foot 'one. A challenge to step up to. But he would do so with no complaints. He loved a challenge. The taller they are, the harder the fall... or at least in his opinion. Her legs looked like they went up to the sky. He imagined running his knife up the length of those soft, silky legs, tearing flesh roughly. Oh, yes. She would be in his cellar before the night was over. She was different. Something about this one... He couldn't quite put his finger on it... yet.

Rein smirked wickedly as he gripped his syringe filled with Ketamine, quickly — but quietly, he crept behind her — his breath was hot on her neck as he spoke in a heated whisper, "Hello, Pet." He then pushed the tip of the needle into her jugular and pressed down on the plunger, sending her to sleep immediately. The fun was about to begin.

His silk black BMW was parked just around the corner of the alley, where no one would see him carrying her limp body to his vehicle. It was all about concealing and hiding. If done properly, you could get away with anything, in his opinion. He hasn't been caught yet because he has stayed hidden, keeping his face and body confined in the dark shadows of the alley or wherever he chose to abduct his victims. He preferred alley's to breaking and entering. Breaking and entering is too risky and it would be too easy to leave evidence behind. Such as: Boot prints, hand prints, hair, fingernails, flakes of skin, even saliva could spatter on a railing as your chasing them up the stairway. Eyebrow and eyelashes could fall out without even realizing it, condemning you to a long prison sentence.

At least when victims are taken from an alley there's no way they can get any evidence of you being there. Too many people have walked those paved pathways to pinpoint 'who did what.' Too many homeless sleep the streets leaving behind their DNA. It's a free for all. It would take years upon years to put faces to all the DNA laying on the pavement.

Quietly, he walked to his car and popped his trunk with the push of a button on his key chain — dropped her body inside the roomy trunk, bound her wrists and ankles, shoved a gag into her mouth and then duct taped her mouth before closing the trunk lid, sliding into the driver's side with a heavy sigh. The time was eight o'clock. He would have a few hours to go yet before he needed to leave, of course, this was after having some fun with his Poppet. Rein chuckled throatily and sped off in the direction of his home. A nice secluded area with plenty of acres of land. It was a nice place to build his maze. A maze purely designed for his victims. A maze purely designed to harm, maim, and kill.

Rein pulled up to his brownstone two-story home near Whitechapel. Green creeper vines crept eerily over the tan stones like the darkness that coiled around his soul. They crept over the peaked roof and crawled across windows, almost as if consuming them. He loved the medieval vibe the creepers gave his home. Dark. Haunting. Dangerous. That's how he wanted it. No. Needed.

Exiting the vehicle, Rein came around to the back of the car. The rubber of his steel-toed boots clacked lightly against the pavement as he made his way back to the trunk, popped it open, and retrieved his Pet. The muscles in his torso grew ridged as the inky black swirl underneath his skin, almost as if it were trying to claw its way out.