I can’t believe that I beat her like that last night.  For fuck’s sake, I didn’t want to kill her.  I wanted to train her, break her, and make her want me.  I am sure leaving her in her piss last night withbleeding welts on her back didn’t make her think I was more attractive.  Jesus Christ, I hope those weltsdon’t get infected.  They looked really bad.  She looked really pitiful.  There were at least 40 bleeding, open welts on her back side.  I am so glad I didn’t kill her.  

She didn’t mention anything about me fucking her.  That was probably the least of her worries.   I know I should have waited on that, but she wasthere, in just her underwear, helpless as I used that whip on her.  Honestly, it was a turn on.   I couldn’t help myself.  She should have never have disrespected me.  If she had just been polite, I would have never gotten angry, so really it is her fault.  She will have to learn to control that tongue of hers.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.   I did.  It was probably one of the best sexual experiences of my life.   If I beat her like that too much though she will die and I don’t want that, so I guess I am going to have to learn to control my temper, or find painful ways to discipline that aren’t so life threatening.   I may have to do some research on that.  I am sure there are some interesting ways to discipline someone without almost killing them.   I wonder what the internet search will turn up.   You can find anything on the internet.  It amazes me the shit that is out there.   I wonder if people have a clue.  It’s a stalker’s dream.  

The internet has true life criminals, crime facts, unique killings, porn; anything you could want really.  It’s scary.  

 She is right about not being the most beautiful person, but there is something about her.  

Maybe, it’s that she has one of those personalities that people love.  That retarded man up the block, sure loves her and aren’t retarded people like dogs?  Can they sense when a person is bad?  Regardless, he certainly is enamored of her.   I’ve never seen her be rude to anyone when she runs, shewaves or says hello to everyone.  Maybe, I want her because she is nice. 

There are so few nice people in the world.   Most people are selfish and too busy to take the time to be nice to others.  Ev seems to just be genuinely good hearted and maybe she’s a little stubborn; the stubbornness needs to be broken.  She needs to know you can’t depend on other’s being kind.  I guess she has figured that out now that she has been kidnapped by me.   It’s almost like she tempted me to take her by running at night, honestly,what the fuck was she thinking running at night?  Doesn’t she know bad people are out there?  Of course, she does.  She just wanted to prove that she could tempt fate and nothing would happen to her.  

Well, fuck that.  She was wrong; wrong as Satan leading a sermon on Easter.  She tempted me and now she has to pay the price.   

 I hope she doesn’t get an infection.  That would be a costly mistake on my part.   I would have to get antibiotics somehow.  I don’t know how I would do that.  Maybe, I should start thinking about how to get them just to be on the safe side.   Her backside does look terrible.  She probably needs stitches in some of those tears.   I am going to call some friends and ask them if they have any extra antibiotics that I can have.  I will just tell them I have a sinus infection or something.  Yea, that’s what I am going to do. 

 I call the few friends I have and some of them do have some antibiotics and they are going to let me have them.   I tell them I will be by after work.  I smile and think about how smart I am.   Kidnapping Ev, getting the antibiotics-things are going to turn out okay.   I know they are.  How can they turn out otherwise?   I won’t allow it turn out badly.  I just won’t.  She ran past my house for a reason.  We are meant to be together.  She is meant to be mine.  

 My daddy always said, if you plan it and can plan it well, you can get away with it.  There is no telling how much my dad got away with.   He was a mean bastard.   Even in his old age, he’s feared.  He used to beat my momma senseless. Said she was the stupidest wore he ever met.  Stupid bitch never left him.  She ended up not being able to take it anymore and hung herself in the horse barn.  I think she loved those horses more than she did me.   In retrospect, I am sure she was scared to death I would turn out like Dad.   She was so young when she married him.  I heard it was the talk of the town when they married.  Trophy wife is what the town thought she was.  Her beauty and his money; it should have been a match made in heaven, but shedidn’t know what a mean bastard he was when she married him.  I am sure her friends tried to tell her, because the people in the town talked.  They respect and fear my father.   I respect and fear my father.  There’s no love lost between us.  He’s a hard man.  Never showed me any affection.  If anything, he tried to humiliate me every chance he got.  

I swore I would never be like him.  Yet, here I am.  I must try to more tolerant with Ev.  Even as I think this I feel a piercing pain in my head.  

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