God it was hot. The night was quiet, still and sticky. The sweat rolled off his brow into his blue eyes. Eyes so blue, that women often stop just to talk to him about his "Beautiful eyes". God he hated that. Or was it just women? Hell he didn't know and didn't know how to cope with the feelings he was having at the time. Feelings that seemed to come from an era long past. Primal feelings that aroused the inner self more than anything he had ever experienced before. He wanted to control someone, make'em scared while he had his way with them. He wanted to tie them up and make them beg him to stop. Stop hurting them. Stop making them ashamed of the things he was doing to them. God knows he knew what that was like.
He had been watching her for some time. About a week or so, to and from school, work and even church. He had set by her several times in Sunday school. Watching her talk and listening to her sweet voice, but most of all watching her tight ass and full breasts as she walked. God she was hot. As hot as this damn night. But he had to wait for her to return from the store. He knew that was where she was going, because he watched her make a shopping list through the kitchen window.
He heard a car coming down the street. It was most likely her, because this neighbor hood was quiet after 9 PM. To many older people, hell most of them were in bed before 8.
It was she, he watched her pull in and start unloading the car. She went inside and came back out, but by then he was in the garage and hiding around the corner by her dryer. As she went by he got up and went into the house, down the hall and into the back bedroom. Not hers though, he didn't want to be in the room when she came in.
He waited for about and hour for her to come down the hall and start running water in the tub. He knew her routine, because he had been watching and making notes. As she got undressed, he watched, god she was beautiful. But he had to make her different. He had to make her more of a lady. A lady ready to obey her man when ever and where ever they were.
As she got into the tub she turned on the Jacuzzi and lay down in the swirling water. With all the noise he got up and took off his clothes and laid them on the bed. He then went into her bedroom and turned off the lights in the room. He then reached into the bath and shut off those lights. She screamed and then shut off the Jacuzzi. Who's there? She was scared and he loved it. He could here her voice tremble. He said nothing. She started laughing to herself saying that damn bulb. As she rose from the tub she reached for her robe and headed for the bedroom. She stopped, had she turned off the light in here also? She couldn't remember. She walked slowly along the edge of the dresser trying to find the switch and the door. Just as she reached for the switch he placed a rag over her mouth and held it there until the either overcame her. Now she was his. He carried her over to the bed and laid her on it. Pulling out some handcuffs he placed them on her wrists and ankles. He then took a hammer and drove some loops into the bed; with this he cuffed her to them. Now she was totally under his control.
He played with her body, stroking her hair and moving his hands up and down her body. He loved her, he thought. But he had to make her better. Better for her sake. For the sake of all that he held dear.
As she awoke, she started to move around. Pulling on the cuffs and crying out, he had to quite her down. He jumped on her chest, nude, but not excited like he thought. He held his hand on her mouth and nose saying, "Quiet Mary, I love you".
This made her even more scared; she rolled back and forth and bucked up and down trying to throw him off. But to no result, he was too strong. She tried to beg him but his hand grew tighter and tighter until he couldn't stop. He choked her, hurting her making tears flow her eyes. She was dying. He was going to kill her. He couldn't stop himself, the sheer excitement of her fighting him made him hard. He was excited the most he had been in years. He started to feel cum building up inside himself, begging for release. As she became unmoving he came on her chest, he laid his body down on her, covering her head with his stomach laying his head on the pillow above her. He went to sleep.
He awoke; it was early in the morning, nearly 3AM. God where am I? He pushed himself up and realized then where he was. He was scared to death. Oh my god, what have I done? I've killed Mary. How am I going to get out of this? He jumped up, running into the other room and grabbed his shorts and t-shirt pulling on his sneakers he ran for the door, he had forgotten his bag. He went back, he turned on the light, and then he realized the true depth of his crime. He was scared, lonely and yet excited about what he had done.
As he run for the door he realized he was nude. He put on his shorts and wiped off the handles of the door. Remembering the cuffs he again went back to the room, he removed the cuffs and claimed his hammer. God what else, he couldn't find anything and run out the front door. He ran down the street to his car. He drove home and threw his clothes into the wash and took a shower.
The news the next day said nothing about the incident. That puzzled him until he remembered her parents lived on the North side of town and hadn't checked up on her yet. The day wore on, until the night again overtook it. He was again into his domain, darkness.