Want to Play A Game

Matt’s POV

I sit and wait at Starbucks for Jessica to come. I know she will be here just for the fact that it’s part of the morning routine. She doesn’t always stay but she always comes to get coffee. She is so easy to predict and that fucking kiss last night, I can’t stop thinking about it.

I had to go find a woman to fuck to try to control my urge for her. I don’t want to push her, I don’t want to punish her. I don’t want Jessica to become another one of my victims. Just like the girl that is lying dead in my bed in my apartment because I strangled her. I couldn’t help the frustration that Jessica is making me feel. I needed to get satisfied completely.

As I tied her body to my bed and fucked her as many times as I pleased. Then with the last thrust, I put hands around her throat and strangled her. I strangled her until she was no more, as I released myself inside her. She was a fucking whore her legs opened so fast for me, it was pathetic. How easy she made it for me just getting her into my apartment. Women like her is what makes it easy for psychopaths like me. All you have to do is put a smile on your face and they just come running fucking sluts.

I can’t believe she is not here yet. I really don’t understand what is taking her so long she must have slept in. I am getting impatient if she’s not here soon I am leaving.

I order another white chocolate mocha and I wait. Then I see her through the glass she’s looking in staring at me. She notices I am here, I can see her blush as a smile appears on her face. I know that she is happy to see me. I know that smile is for me. I can see her cheeks turning pink.

She’s getting embarrassed which I don’t understand why. I think she might just be shy she won’t be for long. As soon as I turn her into somebody that she never thought she would be or even could be.

I am not sure what it is but I know that she is not like those other women. It didn’t matter if they lived or died. You wonder whose life is more important? Why is one life more important than the other? When you have the power of choosing it is wroth it. They ask who gives you the right to choose who lives and dies. You take that right and do as you please with it. It’s all about power having their life in your hands, you get to pick the rush is insane to me.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

As I get lost in my thoughts, I notice that she is not looking through the window anymore. She is actually in the coffee shop now. I come back to reality, I then ask her if she would like to sit with me and have breakfast. I pay for her stuff and we sit. I stare at her looking at every perfection she has on her face. I can’t believe how beautiful. Her eyes are so green as she talks, I hear nothing.

I watch her lips move wanting them on mine. I don’t understand why I don’t kiss. Why is the urge for this woman so different than all the rest. I have already kissed her once and it was heavenly. The way our lips pressed together it was in sync. I want that feeling again. I need it or I will lose my mind.

As I figure out what her plans are, I decide to make a move and invite her for a evening of pleasure. I am not sure what to do. We can’t go back to my apartment since there is a body in my bed. Then I get into a rush thinking on my feet, everyone likes being under the stars especially me. I have always been interested in the night. The sky it is so beautiful that’s what I’ll invite her to do.

Why not relax under the stars, as I drive her to crave me more. She says yes. I am not surprised, I know that she wants to spend time with me as much as I want to spend with her.

I then tell her I have to go. I need to get rid of what’s in my apartment. Just in case things go farther than what I imagine. This is the worst part getting rid of the body. I can’t stand this it’s getting old. I try not to kill as much as I used to but there’s always the feeling of needing to. I should be good now since I have been satisfied.

Now that Jessica and I are talking more and more. I will get what I crave one way or another. As I leave I regret walking out. I want to spend more time with her. I text her quickly and she texts me back but I don’t have time to answer I have to prepare.

I get back to my apartment and get my work started. As I start disposing of her body, I don’t even remember her name. She might have never even told me her name, she was such a slut. I have a butcher room in my apartment that no one knows about. I guess we all have our secrets don’t we.

While I’m working on her body, I want to answer Jess but I need to get this done. There is never any evidence left behind. It’s just like she disappeared like she never existed. I always make sure wherever I go, there is never any cameras to link anyone to me. I play as smart as I can so there is never a chance of being caught. Moving around in different states makes it even more unlikely.

There is never a trace that I was ever there. I burnt my fingertips so there’s never any fingerprints. Not that they would even get that close to catch me. It is always good just to be on the safe side. As I finish up, I decide to clean up my apartment a bit so it looks presentable just in case Jess decides to come in.