Stalking Christmas

by A.L. Maruga

I need something, or more like someone, to either fuck hard or spill their blood, maybe even both.

For a brief moment there in the strip club, I thought I might actually go home empty-handed, and have to survive the holidays without the feeling of fresh blood on my hands, but obviously, fate has intervened, and now not one, but two, will die. Merry fucking Christmas to me.

I’m coming for you, Chrissy. You’ve made Santa’s naughty list, and it’s time to pay up.

I hope she’s as much fun in real life as she is in my imagination. I guess we’re about to find out.

Everything about this guy is making red flags wave vigorously in my mind. He’s a walking trigger warning, and my stupid lady parts are not heeding the warning.

A part of me doesn’t want this game of cat and mouse to end too soon, I’m enjoying playing with my food, and I just know she’s going to taste like the rarest delicacy, once I get my teeth into her.

It’s time to enjoy my night and go hunting for my pretty prey. I hope she’s ready to play with me, ’cause I know I have a lot of energy to burn off.

A flare of rage simmers in my veins, and I know that before the night is over, that asshole will be missing that hand. No one touches what is mine, and right now, until I’m painted in Chrissy’s pretty blood, she belongs to me.

I head home with a plan firmly in place on what to do about my pretty prize, even though the shouting in my brain is getting louder that I’m losing myself to this unstable need for this woman. It’s a good thing I’m able to ignore anything that doesn’t suit my needs.

I give a snoring ‘Toothless’ the finger, climb back out of the window, and make it back to my car without incident. Toothless - 0, Stalker - 1.

Lmao

Who is this sicko that’s messaging me?

More importantly, how would they know that being kidnapped and restrained, with no ability to fight back, is a fantasy of mine?

I was thinking about a future with Chrissy, far from Boston and my family, and in that future, she would still be alive and with me. Am I considering not murdering her like the rest of my victims? When did my needs change from ending her pretty life to having her be a part of mine?

My own personal goddess, ready for me to prostrate myself at her altar, like the deviant sinner that I am.

Death is beautiful, but so is passion, but a mix of both, that’s my fucking drug of choice, and I’m a willing addict.

I’m furious with myself for placing myself in a situation where I now feel less than. Yes, I’m attracted to him, and he’s incredibly drool-worthy, but I refuse to act a fool for any man, and I’m no one’s second choice, fuck that shit.

it’s only a few short hours before I’ll have her in my grasp. It’s time to move up my plan and take what’s mine. Merry fucking Christmas to me.

If I can’t kill her in this very moment, then I’ll plan to kill someone else and fuck her in their blood, very soon. I want to see her painted red, until only her defiant, angry, chocolate eyes are left visible and untainted.

This has gone far past the point of vengeance for me, she’s become a sickness inside of me, one cell at a time, corrupted. My chest tightens as unwanted sensations slither through me.

Chrissy Cranbrook is more than just an obsession for me; she’s the fire in my blood, and an addiction I am utterly lost to. She’s stirring up emotions I have no business feeling, and because of that, she’ll have to remain at my side.

I plunge the drug into her thigh as she twitches and goes still. It’s time I took my gift home for the holidays.

How could I have allowed that to happen? I let him slice my skin with that knife, and use me for his depraved needs, and worse yet, I enjoyed it.

“You’re everything I didn’t know I craved, sweet temptation. I can no longer breathe comfortably without you. You have infected me, body, mind, and soul, and for you, that could have deadly consequences.”

I drift off to sleep with images of monsters, each one more grotesque and frightening than the last. This monster made one mistake by taking me: he thinks he’s taken a helpless princess, when really I’m a warrior, and have no intention of not saving myself. Fuck him, he wants a fight, I’ll give him one.

I realize the fucker is humming the tune to ‘Santa Baby’ while doing all this psychotic shit to me. I’m going to die to Christmas music, how can this be my life right now? I don’t even enjoy the holidays.

My core feels empty without him inside of me, and a sickening truth fills me: I want this; what he’s doing to me is straight out of one of my darkest fantasies.

With her, I don’t wish to be the cold and callous killer. I don’t want to murder her for sport. Instead, I see her in my future at my side forever. How can that be? How can, in such a short time, this woman, this little raged-filled hellion, have changed what I believe to be true about myself?

The overwhelming need to get on my knees and worship her causes me to hesitate. I’m quickly losing control of myself with her; she’s corrupting me.

I can’t believe I’m actually considering kidnapping that fucking beast to make Chrissy happy. I have to admit to myself that I have now sunk to a new low. One I didn’t think possible, considering I’m a serial killer.

It’s been twenty-four hours since I fucked her into the floor in her room, and she admitted to finding me ‘hot’. You would think, with that admission, and what we shared, it would have allowed us to get past the whole ‘drugging and kidnapping’ shit, but you’d be wrong.

Fuck it. I grab bottles of red and white wine, and head to grab the stupid eggnog. At this point, I may as well go entirely overboard into the realm of my insanity, where I play house with my kidnap victim.

The truth is I’m sitting here wrestling with myself; a part of me wants to escape and bludgeon him, and the other part desires to climb him like a thick tree, and fuck him silly.

“I’d like to think that I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, but the truth is, I think my heart has always been in love with you, and it was just waiting to meet you. You, Chrissy Cranbrook, are the reason it beats, and without you, there is no reason for me to keep breathing.“

She smells like sin, sunshine, and heaven. I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of her; she calls to my inner demon, the monster that craves bloodshed, destruction, and her. She is what I never knew I wanted or needed, and now can’t even fathom living without.

“You will never leave me, temptation, and you need to understand that now. I’m not a good man, and I don’t plan to change that, but I can be good to you. You will never have to be frightened, or want for anything ever again. I will always protect you from everything but myself.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Nic. I should be, but I’m not. You’re a monster, but I find I can’t resist you, or your crazy. If I can’t leave you, then the same goes for you.” She leans forward, and her teeth sink into my bottom lip hard, and draw blood. “Don’t think I won’t go on a killing spree if you fuck around on me. I don’t share, ever.“