It was a rainy night in the middle of September, the water beat down on his brow and still he waited. He glanced at his watch. Good, she would be coming by in a moment...
Looking up, he saw her. The object of his desire, walking towards him without a care in the world. She had just finished work and tonight was the night he would have her at last.
He stepped back into the shadow of a nearby tree, listening to the echo of her heels on the deserted road, waiting. Excitement growing in his chest as he went over the plan in his head, counting down to the appointed time when he would grab her.
The click of her heels stopped. He listened, head cocked to one side, wondering what had happened and not daring to leave his hiding place lest she see him and everything be ruined. He heard another voice, higher pitched than that of the woman he planned to attack. He made a snap decision and stepped out with his head slightly lowered, making his way towards them.
Even through the rain he could see that he had made the wrong choice. His original target - though pretty - was not the one. Whoever this other girl was, he would take even greater pleasure in having her than the first. He wondered as he walked hurriedly past them how he would be able to make this work, he had been planning his initial attack for weeks, following the woman to and from work, learning her habits but he could not help himself, he had to have the other.
He got to an alley-way at the end of the street and turned, watching them in the rain as they laughed and talked about their day. Adrenaline was pumping round his body, his heart felt as though it might burst from his chest as he stood pondering whether he was making the right choice.
The women had parted. He would lose his chance for either if he didn't act soon.
Moving forward quickly, he walked towards them, watching his original prey get into her car and head off waving. Once her car had disappeared from view he checked the street was once more deserted and then broke into a run. She must have sensed him coming for she began to trot quickly along the pavement, moving swiftly but not quite fast enough for her to evade him.
He pulled a hood over his face and lunged forward, hand covering her mouth as she tried to scream. Bearing her down onto the pavement, sprawled against her and pushing a rag into her mouth.
She was stronger than she looked: writhing and kicking him as much as she could, struggling with every fibre of her being to get free. He managed with some effort to wrestle her hands behind her back, pushing her against the cold, hard pavement, forcing the oxygen from her lungs and tying rough cord round her wrists to bind her.
"Be quiet now or else!" he growled in her ear.
'I shouldn't have changed my plan', he thought as he pulled her up by her long brown hair and manhandled her into his nearby car. She had managed to scratch his hands and they were now stinging and covered with blood.
Shutting the door, he walked round to the drivers side getting hurriedly into the car, glad to be at last out of the rain. He looked at her properly for the first time, laid awkwardly and still struggling on the back seat of the car, by god she was beautiful!
Though she was extremely dishevelled, he was hard as a rock just looking at her. Her hair was tangled and wild about her face, her make-up had run and given her eyes a wide and frightened look which he loved in a woman, dirt from the pavement was smeared along her cheeks, her ample bosom was heaving, accentuated by the fact that her top was soaking wet and her hands tied behind her back. His eye travelled over her stomach and bare thighs, imagining the delights that awaited him beneath her scant clothing. She let out a strangled scream round the rag in her mouth and struggled harder and harder. This jolted him back to reality. Time to take her to her new home he thought as he started the engine.
