CHAPTER 4

The man turned up the volume on the television, the then o’clock news was covering his handiwork.  Sheila Andercroft was a fiery tempered woman, and he had a lot of fun breaking her!  Every artist has to see what impact his work has on the public!  He thought to himself, not really paying attention to the comments from the news crew.  He remembered the day he ‘met’ her.  He “accidentally” bumped into her at a supermarket about two weeks ago.  She was browsing the pasta aisle.  She never suspected what he was like when she agreed to have dinner with him three days ago, he was able to overpower her quite easily.  When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun!

An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans.  He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did things to his body that equals what torturing does!  He ached to have her quiver under his touch.  He as wanted to break her ever since she worked on the Doorman Murders.  He has broken all types of women, but his favorite were strong, defiant, independent women; they put up the most fight!  He watched Sierra for months, observing how she handles situations and prove over and over again to be quite the specimen for his tools.  His next artwork to be displayed will be a present just for her; he itched to get to work on it right away.

 An odd noise pulled him our of his deep thoughts, he listened for a bit, and then he hit the mute button on the remote.  The house was dead quiet except for the agonized, echoing screams that were barely audible from deep within the house.  DAMN!  With an annoyed sigh, he got up and pushed the power button on the tv.  He walked through the kitchen and into the bathroom medicine cabinet.  As he reached for a syringe and a very powerful sedative; Ketamine, he realized that he was in need of getting some more of the drug.  This particular drug was only available to people in the medical profession and even then, it was hard to get without raising suspicions!

He thought were again brought back to Detective Ryans as he made his way into the basement.  He noticed an uncomfortable tightness in his pants and just the thought of touching her porcelain skin.  He let out a frustrated sigh as he approached the locked door to his playground.  “Here I come, Annabelle!  Are you ready to have some fun?”  He sneered as he opened the door to the hide-a-way cell, revealing and young woman chained to a brick wall.  He saw that there were fresh metal shavings on the floor and that she was holding a metal shard, which she was using to saw through the cuffs.

He grinned wickedly at her.  “Well look at what we have here, you have been very naughty!”  The smile he gave her was so evil that the devil himself would run in fear!  As he neared her, she screamed with the realization of the error of her choices.  She now understood that there would be no way of escaping what was about to happen to her.  

He just laughed at the look on her face, the sheer terror was everything he craved!  It was the medium with what his artworks were comprised of, without the fear they would just be any normal piece of art.

“Now, let us begin!” He injected Annabelle with just enough to knock her out but not to remain unconscious.