"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!" Quote by Ted Bundy
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I had never desired someone else's body. Not to be like anyone, not to have their property. And never taking them to my bed. The thought had been something that only consumed me when I watched 'The girl next door'. The scenes between Matthew and Danielle didn't seem like they were in it enough. He didn't need her enough, she was practically wasting his time, his feelings on some whore that probably didn't need a kid following her around to look stupid.
That was the first and last romance movie I watched. Last movie I watched actually since I was in my teens.
And I didn't know it would come down to this stupid case with Jace. He didn't need her enough to be worried what she does at her free time. He didn't need her, not as much as she should. He was a weird fucker with the way I saw him V. He was with multiple women per night. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the guy has energy to take on three different chics in the same night and still have enough load for the next day? I wouldn't know, I'd never laid hands on a woman. Not for lustful reasons at least, my hands did snap her neck, that should be considered putting your hands on a woman.
He was in one of the bars right opposite your high school. He was wasted, wasted and horny as hell with the way he was gropping the woman's ass. I grimaced and shrugged off the disgust she must be feeling. I had to calculate on out of two options of locations he was planning to hook up with her. His main base seemed to be a place called Friel Remmings. It was a fancy small hotel his dad seemed to own paying it off with his hard earned money. You're the pathetic son. I bet he had an STD and didn't want to let her know, I had to physically stop myself from gagging.
How did you find pleasure being in another person's body? It was simple for me, unless I absolutely need to, I never let women touch me. Right now, the only delicate hands I'll have on me were to be Venice's. Her long slender fingers running through my hair and gripping my shoulders. I'd lay myself bare for her as she touched me as she please. I leaned against the seat of my car and exhaled deeply. My third head was coming out to play. Well little buddy I thought you'd never come back, it's been years.
I wasn't going to do this here. Not when I had an objective. I should be practicing begging on my knees. I would keep you until the day you'd forgive me for everything. The peace you wanted that I took from you.
I followed Jace and his hook up to the hotel entrance. Luckily for me he saved me time and effort of checking in. He seemed to eager to even get in, they were going to do it here? They were too drunk to notice my presence watching from my own car. It wasn't a tinted car and that was perfect, free sex tape I guess. I looked away half of the time to hear the soft sounds coming from in there. V the day I'll understand how you think is the day you're going to save me this long drive and wait. He had an amazing physique, and was blessed in all the right places.
I would not be compared to a perverted Jock who fucked anything in a skirt on two legs. I would not be compared to stupidity at its finest.
I watched him lower the woman and they had probably started the real business of the day. Well, at least he wears protection, being safe even in your drunken world.
The difference between me and him V, is one thing and it is pretty evident. I know when to fly in when an opportunity presents itself. He mindlessly assumes that you would come running to him, and you did. And that, my dear, is just you rejecting me in one of the most painful ways.
I reach at the back seat and put my revolver in my pants pocket before opening the car door and walking towards them. I had mixed feelings. I was getting nostalgic, I was getting excited, agonised and finally ecstatic. No matter how many times I tell myself to stop that's never happening.
I open the car door the minute they seem to have reached their high. Bingo. I take out my revolver before any of them can say a word and a bullet goes directly to the whores eye. Dead. But you Jace? I didn't waste my fucking time tonight to kill you in two seconds. I went for those pretty boy hands of yours. The same ones that probably pleasured V like you were pleasuring this hooker. The screams had me holding back my laughter.
I went for your balls next, the same ones that slapped skin with my woman while you probably fucked her to oblivion. Never again. You wanted to beg?
"Please!" you cried and I really couldn't deal with the sobbing twice. I'll have to console V over this too. I didn't like the idea of her crying for you in the first place. Fuck it, your jaw next and that stiffened the fuck out of you. I raised my gun and turned away bursting into laughter. I was lucky there was quite a distance between us and the hotel, otherwise I wouldn't be this happy to finally stop you from blocking my way to my happiness.
His lifeless body lay on the seat and I groaned. You got taken out by three hits? I wasn't fucking done asshole. I wasn't fucking done with you! But it was done you were dead and finally I could approach her, keep her. I wanted what was someone else's for the first time in my life and it felt nothing short of satisfying.
"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!"