The Devil's Collection.

Chapter 1

"So I'll see you tomorrow then, hey Colin?"

"Yeah, just like any other day, Jim," Colin hollered back as he picked up his briefcase and left the looming skyscraper.

Colin Jackson, 38, business man. He has an average life from the public eye. The lovely house wife, two adorable kids and all living a big white house in the suburbs of London. However, behind the big oak doors of the Jackson household, lives a monster holding three civilians hostage in the white walled prison. He was an abuser, a rapist, a conman and anything in between. He believed he was magnificent. If only he knew the truth.

It was just any normal day for Colin and now he was leaving his highly paid job to return to his ever awaiting family. He strode out of the glass doors and walked across the silver glinting pavements of London city to his expensive and shiny car.

The rain pelted down on the roof of his car as he drove through the English country side, creating the annoying metal clangs that drive Colin mad. He had a short fuse so he did, it was like a red mist would cloud over his mind and he just blew. But Colin knew how to control his temper in public. He would bottle up the raging fire and let it burn until he got home. Then Colin would release it upon his pathetic excuse of a family that sat waiting for his arrival. He only kept his family for one reason and that was to show off at company parties and events. Colin was 38 so he couldn't very well show up at each party with the different hoe that he was paying to enjoy himself with. No, of course not. He had to be 'tied down' and with-hold the respectable family.

That's why he only hit them from the neck down. So no bruises could be visible.

As he reversed up the winding drive-way, Colin noticed the curtains of the upstairs room quickly draw closed and he couldn't help the smirk that crept its way on to his closely shaven face at the thought of his family being scared of him. He just loved the thrill of knowing that he made them quiver by his mere presence. To Colin fear meant power, and Colin thrived on power.

He Took his time walking to the door, knowing that the fear was building in their hearts and the horror of tonight's punishments-or activities in Colin's mind- begun with the opening of the front door.He swung it open and was met with silence. He took a deep breath before he disrupted it.

"Honey, I'm home! So why don't you get your skinny, worthless ass down here and get me my dinner that better be waiting for me." The shout echoed through-out the entire house and its response was the scurrying of feet that quickly made their way down the stairs and threw the kitchen door that swung aimlessly. Colin couldn't help the chuckle that came up his throat.

Ahh, pure, sweet terror!

He threw his briefcase across the floor and chucked his shoes in a different direction. He didn't care, the 'bitch' will clear up after him. After all, it's all she's good at. As he sunk in to his chair, the lady of the house presented herself to Colin with a plate full to the brim with the exact food that he requested. She timidly placed the dish in front of Colin and stood back, waiting for the dismissal from her loving husband. Colin glanced at his wife, taking in her appearance. Her once full, gleaming brown hair fell limp down her back and her eyes, before full of life and love, were drained of their chocolate brown to the dull colour of the rags that swallowed up her frail figure. Colin was disgusted. He should just get rid of her and replace her with another, maybe the blonde he was presently fooling around with as she was gorgeous and could with hold his pleasure with out tearing up and screaming for mercy. But then people would question his life and assume, and he could not have that.

So Colin just sneered as he shooed her away with the swish of his hand and focused his attention on the TV and his food as she fed from the living room to her sanctuary, which was anywhere that he wasn't.

After Colin had wolfed down his meal he screamed to the silent household that he was going out and slammed the oak door closed, causing the windows to shake violently. And as he sped off, the Mrs of the house cried herself and her children to sleep because they knew that then would be the only time they could rest before the monster returned to torture their innocent souls.