adolescent. She was afraid of an unseen monster who was just waiting in the shadows to jump out at her.
Laurie rapped on the inside of the windshield, startling her. Raising her hands, the girl seemed to be asking, “What’s going on?”
Emily did her best to muster a reassuring smile, though she was pretty sure it came across as more of a grimace. For a moment she considered calling Bailey and telling him about these strange notes that were freaking her out, but then she remembered that the man was getting ready to bury his father. She couldn’t in good conscious bother him with this. Not yet. If it continued though, she knew she’d have to tell him. With trembling hands, she folded the note, and shoved it into her back pocket as she did her best to swallow the remnants of the pretzel that had turned to sawdust in her mouth.
Coming back to Lakeside Acres had been bad enough. Now things were getting worse.
Chapter 7
Pleasure came in increments. Anticipation was half the fun. Knowing that Emily Wright was back in that house on Lakeside Lane, just like he wanted her, was definitely pleasurable. It was proving to be easier to manipulate her than he’d even imagined.
He’d set his plan into motion, and so far everything, absolutely everything, had fallen into place. Emily had returned to town. Now she’d returned home. He knew that the note he’d left on the windshield of the car had spooked her. He’d been watching.
He’d seen the way her head jerked up, like a scared rabbit. She’d looked around, as though she sensed he was there, but she hadn’t seen him. It wasn’t time yet for that.
It was still the anticipation phase. He wanted her to be on edge. His plan required her to worry. He needed her to be afraid he was out here. And that he was moving closer.
The next move was already in play. He’d taken care of it this morning. She’d find out about it soon enough.
Taking the girl had been easy. He knew it would be. He’d been watching her for some time, studying her routine. He’d have fun with her tonight. Tomorrow he’d leave her to be found.
He could already anticipate Emily Wright’s panic. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Luckily he had something to play with to keep himself entertained.
He kissed Jackie Willet’s cheek. It was so silky soft, despite being damp from her tears. He stroked the spot he’d just kissed and she mewled weakly in protest. He slid his hand from her cheek down to her throat, letting the tip of his index finger rest on her racing pulse point.
“Are you going to be a good little girl, Jackie?”
She nodded wildly. He’d already taught her what happened to bad little girls, when she’d tried to kick him earlier. Now she flinched, as he traced the red welt his belt had left on her bare ass before, but she made no move to try to stop him. She was a fast learner this one.
He cradled her closer to him, sinking deeper into the recliner where they sat, her on his lap. He pulled her tighter against him, positioning her so that she rubbed, just right, against him with every breath she took. He could feel her trembling. The friction it created was such a turn-on.
Maybe it was because she was afraid. Maybe it was because she was cold. She was naked. First thing he’d done when he’d brought her home was to strip off her grown-up-wannabe clothes. He’d planned on dressing her up in a pair of pretty pink pajamas, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet, and now, now he wasn’t sure he would. This felt too damn good, but not as good as he’d hoped.
Disgusted, he shoved her off him, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She crawled away to the farthest corner.
They were never as perfect as he imagined they’d be. They had to meet specific criteria. He took his time choosing them, tracking them, watching them and waiting for them. He always thought he’d found the perfect one. That this one, whoever this one was, would be THE one.
But they never were. They all
Laurie rapped on the inside of the windshield, startling her. Raising her hands, the girl seemed to be asking, “What’s going on?”
Emily did her best to muster a reassuring smile, though she was pretty sure it came across as more of a grimace. For a moment she considered calling Bailey and telling him about these strange notes that were freaking her out, but then she remembered that the man was getting ready to bury his father. She couldn’t in good conscious bother him with this. Not yet. If it continued though, she knew she’d have to tell him. With trembling hands, she folded the note, and shoved it into her back pocket as she did her best to swallow the remnants of the pretzel that had turned to sawdust in her mouth.
Coming back to Lakeside Acres had been bad enough. Now things were getting worse.
Chapter 7
Pleasure came in increments. Anticipation was half the fun. Knowing that Emily Wright was back in that house on Lakeside Lane, just like he wanted her, was definitely pleasurable. It was proving to be easier to manipulate her than he’d even imagined.
He’d set his plan into motion, and so far everything, absolutely everything, had fallen into place. Emily had returned to town. Now she’d returned home. He knew that the note he’d left on the windshield of the car had spooked her. He’d been watching.
He’d seen the way her head jerked up, like a scared rabbit. She’d looked around, as though she sensed he was there, but she hadn’t seen him. It wasn’t time yet for that.
It was still the anticipation phase. He wanted her to be on edge. His plan required her to worry. He needed her to be afraid he was out here. And that he was moving closer.
The next move was already in play. He’d taken care of it this morning. She’d find out about it soon enough.
Taking the girl had been easy. He knew it would be. He’d been watching her for some time, studying her routine. He’d have fun with her tonight. Tomorrow he’d leave her to be found.
He could already anticipate Emily Wright’s panic. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Luckily he had something to play with to keep himself entertained.
He kissed Jackie Willet’s cheek. It was so silky soft, despite being damp from her tears. He stroked the spot he’d just kissed and she mewled weakly in protest. He slid his hand from her cheek down to her throat, letting the tip of his index finger rest on her racing pulse point.
“Are you going to be a good little girl, Jackie?”
She nodded wildly. He’d already taught her what happened to bad little girls, when she’d tried to kick him earlier. Now she flinched, as he traced the red welt his belt had left on her bare ass before, but she made no move to try to stop him. She was a fast learner this one.
He cradled her closer to him, sinking deeper into the recliner where they sat, her on his lap. He pulled her tighter against him, positioning her so that she rubbed, just right, against him with every breath she took. He could feel her trembling. The friction it created was such a turn-on.
Maybe it was because she was afraid. Maybe it was because she was cold. She was naked. First thing he’d done when he’d brought her home was to strip off her grown-up-wannabe clothes. He’d planned on dressing her up in a pair of pretty pink pajamas, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet, and now, now he wasn’t sure he would. This felt too damn good, but not as good as he’d hoped.
Disgusted, he shoved her off him, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She crawled away to the farthest corner.
They were never as perfect as he imagined they’d be. They had to meet specific criteria. He took his time choosing them, tracking them, watching them and waiting for them. He always thought he’d found the perfect one. That this one, whoever this one was, would be THE one.
But they never were. They all
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