The Neighboring Man
She doesn’t suspect that I watch her. She runs and sings. She thinks no one in the world can hear her. I hear her. I hear her sing songs that are sometimes vulgar and songs that are sometimes so heartfelt, I want to take her and hold her and smother her with my love.Other evenings, I want to tie her to her a chair and poke her with a knife until she bleeds. I want to know all her secrets. I want them to bleed out of her.
Who does she love?
What does she do?
What makes her cry?
Why does she choose the songs she chooses to run to?
Does she think about me when she waves as she runs by or is waving just a gut reaction and not something she really thinks about?
I know I must have her. I was going to grab her tonight but she took a different route which wasn’t like her at all. I want her so bad that my heart beats put of rhythm. I want to push myself into her and feel her sigh when I enter her. I want to taste her essence. In my mind she begs me not to stop. I don’t. I don’t stop and the more I taste her the more she loves me. She loves the monster inside of me. That monster is her God. I am her God, her savior, and her keeper. Her lover. I will be the one lover she needs to have for the rest of her life. No other man will be able to touch her, to possess her like I do.
It’s probably best I didn’t grab her tonight. I need to finish sound proofing the basement and find out where she lives. Maybe, I will just grab her from her bed one night. I might just crawl in bed with her and listen to her breathe while she sleeps. I could grab her while she is running. I will have to think on these things. These important things that must be thought out completely. I have to put shackles in the wall and connect the chains to the bed. I want it to be a cell but welcoming. How am I to make it a romantic place as well as a holding cell for her? I wonder what she will think when she is in the basement, naked and shackled? Will she scream until she goes hoarse or will she just be placid and do anything I ask her to do? I really hope she has some fight in her. It won’t be much fun for me if she doesn’t have a strong will that needs to be broken. That strong will is what made me want her in the first place. The strength in her back when she runs and the muscles in her legs are what drew me to her. I could tell by the way she carried herself that she was strong willed and full of spirit. It isn’t fun if there isn’t something in her worth breaking. I wonder if I will keep her? I wonder what the first words she will say to me will be. Will it be filled with curses or pleas to let her go? Or will she tell me she has been waiting her whole life for a man like me to come along. Maybe, she has dreamed of being taken and shackled. This is going to be so much fun! I can hardly wait. I will wait though, because everything needs to be prepared and perfect. I can’t risk her escaping or flagging down help, so the basement must be sound proof and locked tight, so there is not any risk of her finding a way to get out. I can’t have her running down the street screaming her head off.
Why did she change her route? This bothers me.