He was watching with fascination from a distance. She was a beauty in his eyes, with wavy, shoulder-length hair that glistened in the sun. She was wearing yellow shorts and a burgundy tank top that managed her modest chest in a way that accented the rest of her curves. Long legs moved in rhythm as she walked in her sandals. He couldn’t tell for certain about her eyes but imagined them as green and full of life, a shimmer of disposable contacts to provide perfect vision.
And her tanned skin. Oh, how her flesh looked supreme. He wanted to touch and feel it, smell the sweat that beaded up on the surface on this warm afternoon. It was young skin—maybe late twenties—perfect, and just the way he liked it. He imagined running his fingers up and down it. Feeling the texture, the uniqueness of the masterpiece that was her godly design. He could hardly wait—the anticipation excited him like never before.
But he must bide his time. Wait for the proper moment. He’d been watching for over a week now, knowing she was the one. To be able to take her away from prying eyes, to enjoy the pleasure that is her body. When she wasn’t with her girlfriends or that ass of a boyfriend—who didn’t know the goddess he had in his arms and in his bed. He’d watched the boyfriend and seen him with other women. The two-timing bastard. A dolt who didn’t deserve her, and he would show him the proper way to care for her. Then leave a message he’d never forget.
Today might be the day. He’d been watching since morning. She was alone, at the house she rented, and her roommates were away doing who knows what. She had been outside toiling away in the yard, and after working up a scintillating sweat on her perfect skin, she’d gone in, changed into a bikini and was now relaxing in her lounger, soaking in the sun, resting her eyes while listening to music via a wireless headset. This was the moment, and he would take it.
Walking up using stealth he had practiced over and over, she hadn’t noticed until it was too late. He covered her mouth with his strong, large hands, muffling her attempt to scream as he jabbed the needle into her neck, the sedative taking nearly an immediate effect. Her body went limp, and she was now his. He ran his fingers along her arms, the texture was as he had imagined, and he shivered with excitement at the thought of examining every layer of her flesh.
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