His need to kill unearthed a great darkness in his soul. He knew that his victim would not be missed by anyone. After all, she practiced unsavory deeds with any dirty old man she could entice as long as he paid her fee. She spent her nights selling her body and her days sleeping in her unnaturally darkened room, dreading the prospect of awakening to her reality. She sold her body for money. He thought that she did not enjoy it but she continued to do it anyway.
The man's need to kill her went beyond mere lunacy and sadistic thrill. He wanted to rid the world of his parallel twin. She clung to him like a barnacle on a ship, rusting through to his soul.
His car pulled up outside her luxury home. Not many lights were on inside. The man smiled to himself. He drove past her house and parked in the parking lot next to a small shopping center. At 1 am in the morning, he wasn't too worried about being seen. He quickly got out of his car and as he walked toward her house, he felt an unwanted feeling of arousal for her. He felt sickened by the mere thought of touching her intimately but the more he imagined himself in a sexual scenario with her, the harder his manhood became. He finally reached her house, crept behind the bush in the side yard, and moved to the back of her house. The swimming pool glittered in the darkness. He walked quietly to the side door and having disabled her alarm system earlier in the day while posing as a gas line technician so he did not worry about her alarm. He quickly picked her lock with the special tools he purchased illegally and let himself into her lair.
Quietly, he moved through her large kitchen into the large entry hall and then he began to climb the stairs. He shifted uncomfortably from his massive hardness between his legs. His need to possess her or simply fuck her brains out grew to an incredible intensity. Finally, he reached her bedroom and turned the knob of her door slowly.
It was as she laid in wait for him. She laid naked on her large king size bed. Her white, creamy skin sharply contrasted with the black silky sheets. When his eyes met hers, she smiled seductively at him.
"I knew you were coming to me tonight, Conrad. I could feel you in fact."
Instead of the rage that he thought he'd feel when faced with her nakedness, he felt instant arousal. He moved toward her, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She parted her red, voluptuous lips and flipped her long black hair behind her neck, exposing her white, creamy breasts. Her breasts would overflow in his large hands, he thought to himself. He could almost feel her hardened nipples against his palms.
"Drop the gun, Conrad and come to me," She demanded.
