Spearmint

7. Muse

April 2018

He stared at the room he had built over the past few months with the help of Eric of course. Thankfully Eric was eager to help with the payment of a few cups of coffee, Eric didn't know why he was helping with the room. Muse had only told him he needed it for emergencies.

Now that the room was done he knew he could grab her almost at any point, he had to set up a few more things but with the amount of money he was using off his debit card could alert the bank and make the police come searching.

How would he explain the brand new room he had built in his cellar of all places which just happened to be soundproof?

He took in another deep breath to suck in the scent of the vanilla fabric softener he used while washing the bedsheets and the smell of bleach. With his exhale he let out all his anxieties he had kept in over the past year.

He was worried his beautiful Julia wouldn't settle in right away and he would have to beat her into submission. He didn't want to hurt her but if she was going to be bad she needed to be punished. She needed to know who was the boss especially because he was going to marry her.

He had found the perfect girl and he knew if he didn't snatch her up and marry her right away that someone else would and then he would have to add someone to his body count list.

With a last look at the room he turned off the lights and left. He wandered to the bathroom and made sure everything was in place. He made sure to buy her things they could both use, the spearmint shampoo was his favourite it didn't smell too manly but it didn't make him smell like a teen girl either.

He made his way up the stairs past the living room to his bedroom. The walls were a dark grey, it made his black sheets seem normal. He had no posters or shelves in his room, just his bed, dresser, and two bedside tables with their plastic lamps on them.

He flipped on the light, although he lived alone he still closed his bedroom door behind him in fear that someone would still see him. He made his way to his bed and knelt down, he reached under and pulled the tiny chest out from under his bed.

He opened the little gold latch, he reached inside and pulled out the handful of polaroid pictures he had taken over the past year of his prize. Most of them were outside her work but a few he had managed to take inside, nobody really cared that he was taking pictures of one of the gorgeous waiters who was obviously a decade younger than him.

He felt the heat of his desire run from the middle of his chest to his groin, one day she would be underneath him writhing in pleasure, begging for more, and if he decided to give it to her she may even scream his name.

He moved up against his bed and leaned back as he closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of her skin. He imagined what she would smell like, what her sweat and desire would smell like; it turned him on just thinking about it.

He let his mind wander around the possibilities before he carefully placed the pictures back in their little chest before he shoved it back under his bed where hopefully nobody would find them.

He quickly got off the floor and wiped the invisible dirt off his hands onto his jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head before he sat on the edge of his bed and pulled his black socks off. He pushed his jeans down his hips and flicked them across the room with his foot. He looked down at the bulge in his boxers before he stood and made his way to the door.

He slipped out of his bedroom like he still lived with someone; old habits die hard. He made his way through the living room again to the bathroom, it was a pretty large bathroom. The walls were grey and presteen, he took great pride in every inch of his house being clean.

His mind wandered to Julia, he hoped that she wasn't a lazy pig like most modern women and actually cleaned up. He knew he would probably still love her but he would have to discipline her until she learned.

He brushed his teeth and showered with his future wife on his mind. The water was hot as it cascaded his body, the heat made his skin tingle the only feeling he really had as a human being.

He quickly washed his hair and body before shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. He wiped the fog from the mirror and looked straight into his reflection's eyes. His eyes were an icy blue, some would find it attractive but when you live the life of Daniel Hicks it was never attractive.

Those icy blue eyes were sometimes the last thing women saw before they took their last breath. He knew evil lurked just under the surface but he promised himself in that moment he would change, but only for her.