Tonight.

It has to be tonight!

I must hurry.  I can't STAND it!!

I watch her from my seat.  My eyes never leave her.  But no one notices.  NO ONE!!  No one pays attention!!!!

She is sitting at the bar.

She isn't innocent.  Not like the other.  Not like HER!! 

She's a WHORE.  A SLUT!!!  She sips her drink as she looks for a male.  Her PREY! 

A man sits next to her at the bar.

No!  No! NO!!!  She can't!! She's MINE!!!

I grind my teeth together.  I can't stand it.  I can't TAKE it.  It HAS to be tonight.  It WILL be tonight.

"Can I get you anything?"

My gaze shifts to the waitress.

Stupid woman.  Can't you see?  Can't you see I am busy?  Can you not recognize my GREATNESS at work?

She smiles at me, waiting for a response. 

How foolish.  She doesn't suspect a thing.  The dumb slut.  ONLY looking at the surface.  ONLY seeing what the WANT to see.  Controlled by their lust!

But not her.

No.  SHE is still innocent.  SHE is different.  SHE belongs to ME!!!

"No, that'll be all.  Can I get the check?"

I respond to her in a normal voice.  A voice acceptable for the public.

"No problem, I'll be right back."

She smiles again and winks at me before turning and walking off.  So foolish.  So FOOLISH!!!  How can she not KNOW?!  How could she not see?! 

The simpleton.  I imagine her cut into little pieces.  Spread out before HER.  How would SHE react?  How would SHE see me?

I shake my head.  I need to calm myself.  CALM.  I need to focus.....  I need to be ready.

I look back at the bar.

The man is walking away from her, and she has a bitter expression.

Oh!  What is this?  Joy!  How Joyous!!  She is in my hands!  MY hands!!  Tonight she will see me!  And ONLY me!! And HER....

I stand up and walk over.

Her repulsive blonde hair almost makes me gag.  I take my eyes off of it.  I can't be distracted.

I weave through the tables and approach the bar.

Sitting at the empty seat beside her, I turn to her and smile.

She notices me, and scans me from head to toe.

.....How EASY.  How SIMPLE!  This garbage.  She is the LOWEST of them. 

Seemingly content with price of my clothes, she smiles back at me.

I break eye contact.  I can hardly LOOK at her.   How REVOLTING!  She DISGUSTS me!  But I can't show it.

No.

I have to make her feel safe.  Make her feel wanted.  Make her feel like I am the average guy.  Someone she can take advantage of.  Someone she can PROFIT off of.

I catch the bartender and order us a drink.

I notice her grinning to herself from the side.  How stupid.  She thinks I FELL for her?!  She thinks she has CONTROL over ME?!  I'll show it to her.  I'll show her who I am.  I'll show her what I can do.  She will witness it.  Witness ME!  ME, and all of my glory!!  She is nothing but a prop!  A PAWN in my plan!!!  My plan to show HER!  To get her to understand.  Understand ME!!

No.

I almost lose myself.

I need to stay focused.  She can't sense anything is off.  She can't suspect.  She WON'T.

I turn back to face her.

Her self-gratifying face is enough to send me over the edge.  I want to break her.  Break her beyond repair.  I want to mess her up.  Show her what I've done to her.  Make her understand what she is.  What she TRULY is.  I'll use her as fodder.  And she'll be GRATEFUL for it!!

I bring myself back.  Calm.  CALM.  I take a breath.

"Are you okay?"

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She pats me on the back and I have to stop myself from flinching.  How DARE she.  How dare she TOUCH me!

Masking my revulsion, I smile at her.

"I'm fine.  I just got out of a bad relationship."

I see a glint in her eye.  She has taken the bait.  It's to be expected.  Expected of someone like her.

"You're kidding!  A handsome guy like you?  She doesn't deserve you anyway!"

She moves her hand from my back to my shoulder and lightly squeezes, massaging it in play.

What a crude gesture.  Is she trying to seduce me?  How pathetic.  PATHETIC!!

I swallow the words in my throat and laugh. 

The bartender sets our drinks on the bar, and we sip them while we talk.

It's agonizing.  TORTURE!!

She sips her drink repeatedly while she flirts with me.  How desperate.  How DISGUSTING.  I almost abandon everything and leave.  But I can't.  I NEED this.  Need this more than anything.  She is NECESSARY.

I laugh at her quips and grin at her touch, fantasizing about what I will do to her.  What she will become.  What I will turn her into.  Once we leave.  Once we are alone.

At long last we finish our drinks.

"I hope I can make it home tonight..."

She eyes me while complaining.  She's too obvious.  Transparent.  I hate that.  Hate her!

I need to see HER!  I've been away for far too long!  I imagine the scent of her gorgeous black hair..... it sends shivers up my spine.

I smirk and reply to her,

"You can come to my place if you'd like."

She gasps, putting on an act of astonishment.  Teasing me.

"How bold!  Do you always take a girl home from places like these?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, I'm only offering."

She taps her chin, pretending to contemplate her decision.  I almost have to advert my eyes.  I can't take it anymore.  Soon.  I have to end it soon.

"Hmm, I don't normally do this, but you seem like a nice guy and all so..... I guess it'd be alright...  My god... what am I saying."

She acts like she is new to this.  But I KNOW.  I know WHO she is.  I recognize her.  She is a predator.  But I am GREATER.  I am different.  Different from her!  She will come to understand.  She will come to SEE!!

"It'll be fine, I'll take care of you."

She puts on a seductive smile.

"My, what a gentleman.  Then I'll be in your care."

She gives me a wink and laughs.  I take care of the bill and guide her by the hand outside.

Outside.  Outside at last!

The beautiful night sky!  I almost drown in it!

I guide her to my car.  As we approach and she realizes it's mine, I catch her smirking to herself.

It would seem she approves.  After all, it is a nice car.

Walking up to the side of my car, I unlock it, open the passenger seat, and holding her hand; I guide her to her seat.

As she sits, with a smooth and practiced motion, I pull a cloth out of a bag in my back pocket, and place it over her face.

Taking a moment to realize what was happening, she is only able to struggle briefly before she falls unconscious. 

Finally.  FINALLY!!

I thought it would never end!  I glance around the parking lot, but I had parked at the far end, and there wasn't anyone nearby.

Good.  Perfect.  FANTASTIC!!  With this.... With this it is done!  With this SHE will understand.  With this I will SHOW HER!!

Unable to control my excitement, I climb into the drivers seat, buckle the seat belt around the girl, and drive home; imagining the wonders to come.