ARE YOU READY FOR FREDDY? Extract

 

Clara was the perfect fit for my next victim. I spotted her, then followed her. Spotted the way she carried herself on high heels - always a good marker for me. And I watched the kind of environments she hung around in - classy, stylish and swish. The kind of people she chilled with - again classy and stylish. A single woman in charge of her own destiny it seemed. That is until I came along. Fuck, was I going to have some fun with her?

I got close enough to listen to her speaking voice - very educated - very privileged. I got close enough even to be able to tell her mood from what she was talking about at any given time. And she didn't have a clue I was there. I was invisible to her. She didn't even spare me a single thought, or glance. But I smiled to myself. Her fate was already sealed. With her, to date I had this feeling that she was going to top all the other bitches I'd done so far. And I had this feeling, this sense that I was going to change her a lot before letting her go out into the big wide world again.

I knew where Clara lived, and I knew her routine. I'd been watching her for months. I could have easily taken her out quickly, penetrated her, and then dumped her. But 'making love' to her in my special way wasn't enough for me. That had to be the start and not the end of what I did to her. Feeling my cock slide into her had to be the beginning of what I did to her. Feeling her vaginal musculature squeeze around my superior cock had to be the entry into her mind that would come back to her after the shock of being taken wore off. It had to be the utter, core level shock for her. The shock that pretty much would stall all of her systems. The shock that made her take notice of me, and what I was doing to her. Then, and only then could I take her into an even darker place than she'd already been in.

Basically, Clara was a loner. She had this 'front' of having loads of friends, and a hectic social life. She did have that social life and she did have friends, but vanishing her from the face of the earth so that I could work on her was so, so easy. Her schedule saw her dip from social contact for weeks, sometimes months at a time. And that was my window to take her out. By the time any notice was taken that Clara wasn't around anymore, she'd be gone, and the trail would be cold. And whatever trail there might have been would never lead to me.