"Please send someone as fast as you can. I am holding this creep at gunpoint. I want him removed from my home, and I want to press charges on him for attempted sexual assault."
The operator kept me on the phone, soothing me with her calm voice. She controlled the situation, so I didn’t lose it and splatter John’s brains all over my floor.
His pallor turned chalky white as he realized how dire the situation was for him. His hands shook, andhe kept licking his lips. I felt no pity for him. I never wanted to see this man again as long as I lived.
After I gave the operator all the necessary information, she stayed on the phone with me until the police arrived about twenty minutes later.
The sooner they get him out of here, the better. I scared myself because if I had killed him, I wouldn’t have felt any remorse at all.
Does that make me a psycho?
The thought frightened me.
Chapter 3
Atlas
Fuck! I'm sitting in my car watching the camera in Kit’s parlor from my phone. The woods behind her house are where I'm hidden. I scoped out the acreage months ago when I began following her. I had to know the layout of the land so I could slither in and out without issues.
All these trees provided the perfect cover, allowing me to observe my obsession unnoticed before the cameras were installed. As soon as I saw what that blonde-headed chump was up to, I hopped in my car and headed out immediately. If he had succeeded in attacking her, I was going to enter the house and quickly snap his neck.
I would have had to give her an injection to make her drowsy and relaxed before I killed him. I am going to mind-fuck the girl enough; her witnessing a murder may push her over the edge.
My drug choice is always midazolam. It is used to relax and sedate a patient before surgery. It alsoprevents any memory of the events beforehand. I used this stuff on some of my past victims.
If I killed the kid, I would have had to get my clean-up crew out here to dispose of the body. That can be a pretty traumatic event if you aren’t used to seeing death daily. When someone dies, they piss and shit themselves as all their organs shut down.
Sometimes, they’ll vomit, and their eyes may bulge out of their heads. It’s not a pretty sight. It would have been lights out for my pet. I’m relieved it all played out this way, so I don’t need to sedate her or kill him…. yet.
Whether or not the bastard goes to jail, that motherfucker is going to pay for what he did to my girl tonight. It may not be tomorrow or a week; hell, it may be as long as six months, but he is going to atone for trying to hurt her. I couldn’t be prouder of how she controlled the situation.
She’s a little tiger. Although I knew she was terrified, she maintained her composure. She may be a little bitty thing, but I am sure she will be able to deal with me once I get her into my den. I found it amusing when she told him to call 911. I couldn't contain myself when she blurted out that he was her stalker. I had a good laugh.
I almost texted her when I saw what direction the night was heading in before I left my house. My brother Joe wasn’t there to chauffeur me, so I had to drive myself.
When I pulled up and saw she was holding him at gunpoint, I knew the little weasel wouldn't get too far. I'm surprised he didn't piss himself.
He looked like a powdered donut, for fuck sake. I thought he was going to vomit all over her nicehardwoods. That would have been a fucking mess to clean up.
Thanks to my brother Zach, I can access her Google Nest account, so I disconnected the cameras outside her house through my phone. I need to get out of my car and get closer to the situation without bringing attention to myself.
I am not in the mood to take out a few cops if they were to spot me back here and decide to apprehend me. Now that I’m in such close proximity, I think it’s time to pay her a visit. I’m toying with the idea of bringing her home tonight while I sit in my car two feet away, patiently waiting to make my move. I have the syringe with me.
It would take about two minutes for it to work on her. She has that damn gun, so I will need to be careful if I decide to pay her a visit in the flesh. It wasn't part of my plan, but the more I think about it, the better it sounds. This wouldn't be the first time I had to kidnap someone. It's actually a piece of cake.
Taking the gun from her will be no problem; it's not something I’m worried about. I'll watch her through my phone and make my move when she puts it away.
With four years in the Navy Seals and two in the Delta Forces, I am well-versed in quickly maneuvering in and out of any location undetected. As big as I am, I can be as quiet as a mouse. I am off to my island in three months. I planned to snatch her then, but now that I am ten feet away from her, I don’t want to wait that long.
No one will find her in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean. I also have other properties in various parts of the world. Most ofmy assignments take place in Mexico, Brazil, and Cambodia. I own compounds in all three countries. Why rent when I can own?
I have taken what I wanted my whole life. Nothing would change that now. I’ve just never snatched another human being for a play toy. I tilted my head back, laughing.
EvenIknow what I am doing is on the borderline of insanity. There is no way to rationalize it. I have a problem with this chick, and I need to resolve it. I want her, and I will have her. It's that simple; if she doesn't adjust, tough shit.
My Timberlands hit the ground as I exit my car and head to the side of the house. I avoid the mud as much as possible. I don’t want boot prints all over her floors. If I leave behind that evidence, the authorities will know someone went in and kidnapped her.
I’d rather they think she may have gone out for a jog and disappeared. I watch the live feed of her movements.
