When the only thing is this world that makes you feel awake, alive, is suddenly taken from you, what do you do?
She had said it was over. No that's not entirely accurate she had simply made it that way without any notion or direction to her counterpart. There two year run as a couple followed by there one year run as the perfect master and slave had come to an abrupt end. At least that was her opinion.
Christian was losing grip on reality. His car was an unacceptable mess of Snapple bottles and protein bar wrappers and shirts and underwear that he had dumped into the back seat instead of the washing machine. His beard looked scruffy and not manicured and his eyes were bloodshot from trying to sleep in the car but only being able to get an hour or two at a time. The Philadelphia police had given him a ticket for illegally parking and had at least twice told him residents of the row homes surrounding him were suspicious of his being parked out there on the street. He had to step things up. He told them he was fighting with his wife and couldn't go home. He started parking two blocks away but every few minutes he would drive by her house. Again...and again. This has been the process for almost six days now.
When the light in her bedroom came on his binoculars came out. His heart pumped fire and his breathing became erratic. From inside the car he would watch her bedroom window like a spider watches a fly carelessly dance around in front of its web. Christian had to stay alert for people walking by, anyone that might see him acting suspicious. When the light in her bedroom went off he wold put the trench coat and baseball cap on. He would walk up and down her street, his ears burning to try to hear any sounds that came from behind the glass that separated him from her. On the very few occasions he could hear her voice, his eyelids would twitch or his knees would shake. The object of his desire was only a hundred or so feet away...
This was love. Very true love.
Christian had her schedule down. She left all different times in the morning wearing all different outfits. Sometimes a girl would meet her, sometimes she would be walking her dog. Only once did she leave with a man. This didn't matter. Christian wasn't jealous, he knew he was the king of her insides. Other men will come and go, but his mark will be the one that stands like a scar inside her forever.
At least that's how he saw it.
The seventh day was Tuesday. He had called out of work sick exactly a week ago and hadn't showered or called his boss since then. In fact he hadn't spoken to anyone except the police and a friendly cashier at the local 7-11. The convenience store was keeping him alive with processed sugar and use of their restroom.
All week days she would leave at nine in the morning and return around six at night. She would often leave again, but during the week she was never home later than eleven. So on that Tuesday when she went out (6:42pm according to the clock on his phone), Christian seized his opportunity.
Once he was sure Rachel was gone he walked up to the door and opened it. He knew that her roommate lived downstairs, and he knew that the living room was on the far end of the house. If she were to see or hear him, Christian would say he was sorry, wrong house, and hurriedly run back to his car and flee Philadelphia and give up on his elaborate plan.
Once inside he walked up the stairs that led to the second floor., The roommate was nowhere to be seen but the television was on, he took this as a good sign. As he made it to the bedroom door he started feeling scared. The realization that he had broken in was sinking in. The realization that his need for her, his sickening lust would never subside without her was enough for him to carry on.
Once inside the bedroom he slowly closed the door. The scaled the walls for the light switch. When the room lit up his brain went into overdrive, processing everything he saw. The bed was not made, books and clothes were on the floor, the little dog stared at him from within his crate but made no noise (thank God). He recognized some of the posters on the wall but she had since added a Dali picture and some poster of the Philadelphia skyline. The room smelled like her perfume and the scent made him shiver. His feet felt stuck to the floor but he slowly made his way across the bedroom and to the bed were he sat and continued to observe. He opened her night stand draw and saw more books, lipstick, other cosmetic products he didn't recognize, and a pair of sunglasses. He opened the second draw and found his goal. His hands were shaking as he reached down and picked up her dildo. He remembered the nights they had played with it. He held it up to his nose and like a depraved sex addict he inhaled deeply.
Christian was not a bad man. He had never broken in to anyone's home before and couldn't remember ever stealing anything. He worked a good job and worked out at least four days a week. He even had a new girlfriend and played in a band. He was a good looking, well-built guy with a few tattoos and deep blue eyes. He reflected on his social status as he sat there sniffing the faint remains of her scent, he was almost disgusted with himself. He considered leaving and forgetting about his plan. But as he continued to breather her in he knew that it was already determined. His obsession was so close. He was in the lair of the serpent and all he needed was for her to return. He got up and turned off the bedroom light. He knew he had plenty of time, but he took off all his clothes and went under the bed with them. He kept smelling the vibrator and a pair of her underwear that he found while he lay looking up at her box spring as he eyes slowly adjusted to the dark.
Hours, days, years past. He was already touching himself with a hand wrapped in her underwear. He wouldn't bring himself to climax yet. He wanted the load to be hers. He wanted to fill her up with as much of him as possible.
Like an enchanted click, he finally heard her bedroom door open. The light came on and he could see white sneakers and white socks walking toward him. She was on the phone talking about car problems. She let the dog out and it ran under the bed. Christians heart almost stopped, but Rachel reached down and pulled the dog back, then she took him from the room. She was obviously letting it outside.
When she returned she had left the dog downstairs. Christian didn't know exactly what time it was but he figured it was close to midnight. He felt a huge sigh of relief as she turned on her television and turned off her light. She was pacing around the room, singing to herself and apparently trying to clean up a little. Finally he watched as her shorts hit the floor and she lifted her body off the ground and on to the bed above him. She was only inches from him now and his mind was screaming. His cock was already hard and he hadn't even looked at her yet.
After a while he decided it was time to take a chance. He very slowly slid from under the bed. Taking his time not to make any noises or sudden movements. The television bounced shadows off the walls around him and he her resting body cast a sleeping shadow from its light.
His instinct took over. As soon as he was clear of the bed he shot up and pounced on her. His hand clamped down on her mouth and her eyes exploded wide, staring up into his with total fear and shock. She quickly tried to wrestle him off but he easily overpowered her. Her muffled screams were loud...a little too loud and she began digging her nails into the hand pressed over her mouth. Christian felt nothing though. His entire purpose was here in this bedroom. His lust for his one true object of desire was stronger than any adrenaline rush or drug available.
He realized he had to stop the muffled screaming so he clamped a second hand over her throat. His naked body covered her like a second blanket and he quickly realized she was only wearing a tank top and underwear. Rachel's eyes had become less scared, more...surprised, as she soon figured out who this was. Her eyes were also watering and starting to get bloodshot as Christian realized both of his hands had a death grip on their target. Very very slowly he released the grip on her throat but not her mouth. He moved his face down close to hers, and for the first time in many months he spoke to her.
"You fucking piece of shit. Look what you have made me. I miss you so much. You fucking cunt."
