Spearmint

4. Muse

February 2017

He sat in his car in front of the little cafe his friend Eric had recommended to 'pick up chicks' as he put it. Muse rolled his eyes at the thought of his idiot friend. He didn't need a 'chick,' not to fuck anyways, well, maybe.

It had been about twenty minutes, his palms were sweating profusely, it happened every time just before he got a girl. Once he was done he would feel much better. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, he had been waiting in one spot too long and people would soon become suspicious.

His fingertips tingled, he needed a girl soon, it had been almost too long since the last one, but you guess that is what happens after working so much on keeping the pigs healthy and happy.

He grabbed his keys that were still plugged into the ignition. He was just about to turn the keys to start his car when he saw her.

She was petite with honey blonde hair and stunning green eyes filled with a dullness nobody understood but him. It was a dullness only someone who had suffered a lot of pain had.

What made her have that dullness?

His heart swelled with a new emotion, possession. He needed to have her, he needed his little prize.

Was she old enough to be married? Probably not.

He watched as she walked down the street completely passing him and ignoring his car. The urge to follow her excited him but he knew that if he immediately moved she would grow suspicious and would probably call the police, then they would investigate him and then everything would come to light.

He waited until she was almost out of sight until he turned the car on and started to follow her. She never turned to look at him.

Would it be bad if she saw him that night? Yes. Did he want her to look at him, fuck yes.

He wanted her to turn around, see him and immediately get in his car so he could drive her home and have his way with her, but another part of him wanted to take her home, put her in one of his shirts and cuddle her and kiss away all her problems.

He wanted to see the light in her eyes. He wanted to use her like the object she was but he also wanted a romance, something he never experienced with a woman. He had fucked but he wanted something like love and the only woman he wanted it from was her.

He followed her all the way home that night and parked across the street in hopes she thought he was a neighbor on their way home as well. He turned the car off and watched inside the window where he could see another girl. They looked similar, as if they were sisters.

He watched the girl fumble with her keys before she opened the door. He waited until he spotted her in the window talking to the blonde on the couch. When she disappeared from sight he turned the keys in the ignition and drove off.

At home he searched his house for the perfect place, he had just finished remodeling it with the money his grandfather left him and he was not looking forward to doing it again once he had her home.

His bedroom was not a good place to store a human being, there were no locks on the door and she would have to use a bucket as a toilet. He also would have to find a way to re-enforce the windows and the door so she couldn't escape or break them.

The only place he could think of was the cellar. It was large, empty, and made of concrete all he would have to do was get Eric to help him install plumbing and electrical since the only light source was one light bulb and it was dead.

It also would require months of preparation, he would have to buy so many things! He knew he couldn't just ask her out and take her home, he was much too old and her parents could call the police on him especially if she was a minor but he knew that if he just took her he would need a place to put her while he was working so she couldn't escape. Her incarceration wouldn't be long either as long as she proved she could be trusted.

His chest swelled at the thought not only would he have his perfect woman he would be in complete control over her like his father to his mama, and his grandfather and grandma. He would teach his son the same way since their relationships seemed so perfect. He couldn't wait to have an obedient wife that he could bend to his every whim.

He went to bed that night excited for the first time in months, it was like how he felt every time he got a new girl!

The next day after farm work he called Eric who agreed to help him with the plumbing and electrical.

Eric knew exactly how he was, cold-blooded and hungry for women. Eric was the same way except he used them to satisfy his desire of sex, constant sex he would bring home a girl use them for a few hours or days (however long he felt like it) and then would throw them away like the trash they were.

He knew his girl wasn't like any of the whores Eric brought home or to the farm. She was beautiful and most likely untouched in every way possible. He looked forward to teaching her all the tricks to keep him satisfied. He wanted to ruin her completely, but in a good way. Wives were meant to please their husbands, it was their job. Women were put on the earth only to please men and their ravenous hunger, that's what father told him.

Father taught him almost everything about women, they were all filthy whores that god put on this earth for men to do with as they pleased. They couldn't feel a thing, although he tested that theory later and discovered it was untrue.

He pushed away the thoughts of his father. It was too painful, too raw, too much of something he couldn't put his finger on. He would never be too much of that something.