I try the furthest one and it’s not hers. It looks like a storage room. the one next to it is a walk-in wardrobe.
Instinct takes me to the door close to the stairs and there she is laying on the bed, fast asleep.
I go inside and close the door quietly.
Feeling like a thief in the night I move to her and watch the beauty sleeping. Still beautiful even in her deep sleep.
That platinum hair spills out around her and her soft plump lips would make any man imagine them around his cock. I won’t claim to be any different. And I won’t look away from the huge swells of her breasts either, or pretend I don’t notice the distinct points of her nipples pressing against her silk camisole.
She’s beautiful… incredibly beautiful. Beautiful enough to distract me from who she is and lure me to the fact of what she is.
The fact that she’s a woman. One that definitely got my attention from the second I saw her photo. I was definitely not immune to her beauty or the force that lulled me to think with my dick.
She has that soft, ethereal appearance that could rival the angels. That mass of white blonde hair on her head, like a halo makes her look like one.
An angel…
I could almost laugh at myself. Look at me staring at her like a freak.
I shouldn’t do this to myself. It doesn’t make any sense.
I’m an advocate of giving someone the benefit of the doubt and seeing past
their father’s sins. Not when it comes to me though. She’s the exception.
My damn mind and body can try to screw me over, try to coerce me into thinking about her beauty and innocence, but this is one trip where I need to be focused.
On that thought I pick up her purse resting on the floor by the bed and secure the device inside the lining. It’s completely concealed.
I turn to leave but notice the origami flower I gave her resting on the nightstand. It’s just sitting near a magazine.
She kept it.
I stare on, then look from her to it and I get that feeling again. That human feeling of sentiment. Suddenly I wonder if I can really take an innocent woman captive. Thinking about it and actually doing it are two different things. I’d be the same kind of bastard Mortimer was when he took Alyssa.
But an eye for an eye and a tooth for a fucking tooth. It’s as simple as that, and a matter of when I’m going to do it.
How and when.
I can hear everything that happens around her now.
So, it’s show time.