Try Not To Scream

4. Little Kitten

Warning; some hella creepy stalker shit, proceed with caution.

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"Weekly rent is $150. Breakfast, lunch and dinner is complementary from the diner, i expect the room to be clean. I don't tolerate messy tenants, try not to break anything other than that i think we should be alright, any questions?" She turned to me, her hands on her hips demanding everyones attention with her presence.

"No ma'am i think im good, i might only be here for a few months then i'll move on, probably to a city this time. I'm not really sure why i came out here, it was the first place that came to my mind when i looked at a map'' i blurted out

"Ohh honey i hope you eventually find what it is your looking for Goodnight darling" She looks at me with a sorrowful expression on her face then makes her way towards the door.

I turn away from the door and inspect the room, not that bad. Small Bed with crisp white duvet and sheets, definitely getting some awesome sleep tonight, light brown wallpaper with roses cover all the walls and a night stand with radio.

Sweet!

Switching the radio on, one of my favourite songs come on and i can't help but finally feel free, smiling wide i start humming and moving side to side stripping down for bed, snuggling up on my bed the room is illuminated with the street light which i don't mind.

This isn't that bad honestly i can get used to this.

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UNKOWN POV:

She was staying here? All alone in the room above the diner? This was truly a blessing. Was she aware that she caught the attention of a notorious killer in these parts?

He was across the street, in the attic of an abandoned building surrounded by dusty moth infested sheets that have too many holes to count leaning against boxes. The clicking and rolling of film in his old polaroid camera the only thing being heard, as well as the puffs and drags on his 5th cigarette in 15 minutes . The small room he was cooped up in was hazy with the white clouds of death above him, like a clear indicator that he was bringing terror along with him.

She was just standing there, curtains drawn back body moving in perfect sync. Her creamy white skin exposed to him, no clothing obstructing the view of her back arching with arms in the air ridding her body of the last item of clothing, her arms come back down to her sides as she turns around, the swells of her breasts have his undivided attention.

The rolls of the camera shutter rapidly going off is muffled by the music coming from her nightstand radio, as she is lost to the rhythm of the music.

He smiles, scratching his scruffy beard and leans back getting comfortable watching his.. woman. Give him and only him a private show, his body has long ago been responding to her wanton desires that he can see clearly in her crystaline eyes.

She is perfect for me.

He moves around a little, and finally grunts in pleasure as he rolls his zipper down and free's himself. He looks back up to see where his little kitten has run off to and is not dissapointed when he sees her curled up on her bed, her cute bottom in the air.

He grips himself and groans as he imagines her small body curled up to him her breasts pushed against his side as she gives him gentle caresses and hard tugs. He pants, white fumes puffing out of his lungs as his body tightens then grunts as his body is spent.

One arm moves to the side collecting her now ready photograph, and smears his spunk over an image of her breast on full display.

Smirking at the photo in his hands he whispers.

"Soon"