harry,
you now had raelynn in your basement, and she pissed you off because she wouldn't stop crying, but you'd rather stick pins in your eyes than kill her. she was special.
and you thought that she secretly loved you.
you were deranged.
the whimpers that came from the room below you made a fluttery feeling appear in your stomach that you could only recognise as arousal. so you walked downstairs, hearing the whimpers get louder and your heart stopped when you saw her struggling against the ropes.
but you didn't, you took care of yourself, and didn't traumatise her further. i suppose that you did have a decent bone in your body after all.
for four weeks you kept her there. you fed her, changed her clothes, and was always respectful about it. you wondered what else you could do to make her happy. you told her time and time again that you loved her, but you didn't know her, harry. they say that love at first sight is real but a love that run so deep, just like yours did with raelynn, was impossible to have from just one conversation. and it was about coffee, coffee that you don't even like.
exactly thirty days after the kidnapping, you walked downstairs feeling happy. a fluttery feeling in your stomach as you thought about the beautiful girl a couple of seconds away.
but when you got to the bottom step, the happy feeling was displaced by one of anger, rage. and sadness: something that you didn't know the feeling of until you saw her.
she had spend three weeks in total perfecting her plan, and carried it out correctly. she hung herself with a rope you kept downstairs after chewing her way through the rope around her wrists. she lost three teeth, but that didn't matter anyway.
she was dead hours before you got to her.
