Chapter 11: Part 1

Richard knew that half the fun of the kill was the watching. If that guy with the striking girl were gone then this would be perfect, but he would have to make it fun even if they had company. Maybe he could get the man to watch. That would make the experience better.



He made his way back to the beach where his dinghy sat. He needed to hide the boat, which meant he had to deflate the device. He hated having to hobble his quick get away.



He went to work unscrewing the plug and dragging the outboard motor to the outcropping of bushes two hundred meters away. If his target and the man with her looked too deeply they would probably find the motor, but they would have no idea how long it had been here.



With his small machete he hacked away at the limbs and cut away enough foliage to cover the boat and the motor. He screwed the plug back into the boat and prayed that he wouldn't need it anytime soon. His main boat was anchored at another island a few miles away. If he needed to escape quickly he would have to use something else. Maybe the sailboat he'd seen earlier could become his second boat. He could find a place for it. Or maybe he'd just salvage it.



He stopped his work and listened. Voices floated over the trees, the girl and her companion were close. Usually he only picked women who were alone or easy to make alone. Maybe he should leave and find another girl. No, he needed a new girl before he crossed over to the other ocean and searching in town was getting too dangerous.



After this one he could wait a few months before taking a new one. It's just he'd been so excited about the last girl. Her behavior disappointed him so deeply. The piercings were ingenious. You could do so much with the pain. The rings and bars could be used with so many different harnesses and connection points. The pleasurable would have been incredible. This girl demanded a different type of pleasure.



Their voices came closer, signaling that they were almost upon him. He looked around, searching for a place for him to hide. If he ducked into the bushes he might dislodge the cover over the motor and he couldn't have that.



He ran the other way, sneaking across the slight rise and down the other side. For a brief second they could see him and he they, but their attention was focused in the other direction. If either one of them had looked up his cover would have been blown. But they were oblivious to him.



He decided to stay just behind the ridge where a few bushes hid his spying. His heart pumped wildly as they strolled along the path. When they came to the outcropping where he had hidden his little dinghy they didn't even hesitate. He had won. They had no clue that he watched them. They were oblivious to the havoc he could wreak.



He though about the girl and how slim her waist looked. He grew stiff just envisioning her naked breasts. The things he could do with her. She would be better than the girl he'd dropped off a week ago. The way he would tie her up, force her to submit. This would be a tough girl to crack, he could tell by the way she walked.



Once he forced her to be submissive then he could start molding her. Maybe he'd let this one live. She could be his masterpiece. The one who lasted longer then a few days. Getting her through the Canal would be difficult, but what the hell, life was boring without risks.



Maybe the guy should die on island. It would make life easier. The first time he took this striking new toy he wanted the guy there. He wanted to see the anger in the man's eyes as he forced the girl to do degrading things. Power over others was the most important thing in the universe. Taking the girl in front of the man would give him the other man's power, thus making him stronger.



Richard almost laughed out loud. Thank goodness he remembered where he was. The couple had passed his hideout a long time ago. It was time to start formulating a real plan for the take down. Two days, that all he needed for the plan to work, and then he would have it all. The girl, the guy's power and the release he needed.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011