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I slink back into the shadows, they obscure me from the man’s ever watchful and accessing glare. I have to have her. Mallory. She’s everything I’ve been looking for. Every woman before her has been disappointing. The last few can’t even get me to half chub, no matter what I do to them. Their blubbering cries and snot covered faces disgust me. They are weak and pathetic.

I recede into the woods and make my way down the well-worn path to the road. I watched them tonight, far longer than I ever meant to. Entranced by her fear and how she gets off on it. I watched the man chase her. His primal needs floating to the surface and her timid little doe eyes fed his beast. He did whatever he wanted to her and she submitted. She liked it. She’s so fucked up. Her need to please outweighs her need to ensure her own safety. She’s perfect for me.

The fucker in the halloween mask has to go. His never ending presence in her life is a thorn in my side. She’s what I need. Finally a woman who won’t cower beneath me. She won’t beg me for her life.

No.

When I snatch her right out from under his nose, she will like it. She likes the chase, the scare, the thrill of it all.

Maybe I can keep her, she’ll become a willing participant in my fantasy. Hell, she will probably even like it when I slice her up. Her hole will slicken at the thought of meeting death at my hands. Then, when I slide my cock between her slippery little pussy lips and wrap the rope around her neck, she will want it.

The thought of fucking her dying cunt has me cumming in my pants.

Finally.

There’s nothing like it. Every muscle in their body is strung tight, struggling for life. Their inner walls clamping down on your dick like the best hug you’ve ever had.