Victim Or Predator

He had watched her for two years
patiently waiting for her to grow up.
He knew all her movements, what
made her laugh, all of her moods.

Soon now it would be time, their time
together. She would be fifteen tomorrow.
He talked to her in his mind and heard her
answering him, telling him soon, very soon.

He had everything ready, matching clothes
to those she wore, the same shoes, even
her old doll that she had long forgotten.
Her room decorated exactly the same.

He knew she would be happy in there.
That she would soon adapt, how could
she not? They were meant to be together.
The voices had told him she was his, born
to be with him. He could not wait much longer.

The next day he waited for her in the park
as he walked his dog that looked like hers.
He saw her bouncing along towards him
and with a cry of delight she stroked the dog.

He told her it was time and saw the start of panic in her eyes. 
Stuttering she asked what he meant? It is time for you to come to me, he answered, for our life together to begin. She turned to run but he was too fast. Grabbing her he quickly subdued her. Thumb on a pressure point he forced her into his van and shackled her to the floor, and gagged her.

As he drove off he could hear her kicking and fighting to get loose and 
he thought it was not meant to be like this, why was she so afraid, he had 
told her often enough about his plans. How they would be together always.
He knew she loved him it showed in her eyes that lit up when she was happy. Many times she had smiled at him as she passed, encouraging him to build it up in his mind that she was his.

He carried her into the remote house locking the door and bolting it. 
He took her into her room and laid her on the bed. As she struggled he handcuffed her arms and legs to the bed posts so she was spread eagle 
and forced himself on her in spite of her screams and tears.

Each day when ever he visited, she would try to move away, to avoid his touch and his kisses. Why was she like this? Had she been brainwashed against him? By now she should remember him and their earlier life together.
Then like a light being lit, he realised he had been fooled, it was not her. He had ended up with yet another imposter. Why did he keep being fooled by these lookalikes? He knew there was only one thing left to do now. 
Sadly he entered her room, she smiled in welcome far too late. She
now disgusted him with her girlish wiles.

Taking the pillow he held it over her face
until her shudders stopped, and she  lay
still and silent on the bed. When it was 
dark he would carry her out and feed her
remains to the pigs who would devour every scrap.

They had done it many times before as 
each imposter tried to fool him into
believing that they were her. The wife who 
had died in childbirth twenty two years ago.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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Date: 8/11/2016 5:32:00 PM
Dark territory but brilliant ability to put yourself in the mind set of someone so detached from empathy. This has the makings of a horror thriller. I struggled with the pace of him going from his thinking thoughts to then gagging her in his van. This story moves and keeps me enthralled by the movements of someone so derranged it keeps me reading. The only line i struggled with was ' Sadly he entered her room, she smiled in welcome far too late. '. I don't understand why she smiled in welcome.
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Date: 7/29/2016 9:18:00 AM
Shadow, this is the way truly crazy people are actually thinking. you certainly got into the mindset of such a whacked guy!! Soupmail about your contest
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Date: 7/28/2016 5:06:00 PM
Terrifyingly dark...but sadly it happens; if only we could see these things coming and stop them in their tracks beforehand...well written.
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