Thread: Internet Killers {Love&MrQuixotic}

The apartment was cloaked in darkness, just the way Pete preferred it, with the curtains drawn, and the only illumination, the soft glow emanating from the laptop screen. It was also dead silent, and the man's remained silent withh his thoughts were occupied by the mysterious woman who'd contacted him. At least, he assumed it was a woman, however, on the web, you could never be totally certain. If it was a woman, would she run, or would she play, as Analise had done the first night. After a few moments, with his torso still, his reached for another can of Pepsi. A sweet-tooth, and coffee, he considered his only vices. Rape, torture and murder didn't count they were purely leisure activities. Pete was a patient man, and could remain still for hours when hunting for a victim, and he did so as he awaited a reply. The movement of his arm to bring the can to his mouth, and a soft sigh as the sugary liquid made its way down his throat was the only evidence that a live human being occupied the sofa. The response came quicker than expected, and Pete placed the beverage on the coffee table, and drew his the computer towards him. His lips curled up in a tight smile, and the murderer nodded in appreciation as he read I'm here to release this desire, this....ache in my bones...the fire in my muscles....I need to be set free. I feel like there is something inside of me crawling and twisting deep inside, and I need to let it out. I need to feel the bodies, I need to hear screams and the blood...I need...to be more. That is why I am here, I'm seeking more. Simultaneously, a shiver went through his entire body, accompanied by a sense of anticipation. Just that paragraph - the tone, content, and the way she's expressed herself in a manner which matched his own desires and emotions - encouraged him to further their correspondence. Pete's piercing blue eyes, which could at times charm and enchant, and, at others, be filled with ice-cold hatred and contempt, remained on the words as he tapped his response. I am who I am, and am what I am. Video's and photograph's do not do it justice. To peer into their soul as the blood drains from their bodies, the light from their eyes, and screams from their throats, is a power to behold. To be the one to cause that, is the ultimate power, and it requires a strength that only few possess. Do you? You intimate you have only fantasies, and lack in experience, so how do I know you are worthy to be present to hear those screams, and witness that special look when they finally comprehend there will be no escape, nor mercy, which has the capacity to arouse like nothing else on this Earth. Are you prepared to offer up yourself, cognisant of the fact that if you prove incapable, 1 will torture you, slowly, and mercilessly, and the pain you endure will be beyond your capacity to even imagine. Would you deal with Satan in order to satiate your desires? How deep do they run? The man's fingers departed the keyboard as he paused to read his reply, and tapped the top of the wooden coffee-table. He'd met Analise here, and although, in the end, she'd proven inferior to her promises, she'd been real. How was he to ascertain if this woman was also? Pete's IP address still led to Wolf Creek, Australia, and the internet expert was safe whilst behind the screen, but out in the real world? He needed to ensure he wasn't being entrapped. That is my offer, or part of it, as there is more. How am I to know you are what you claim to be? Prove it. Give me your name, age, and in which city you reside. No lies, or you'll never hear from me again, until one night, laying in the dark, I appear as the Devil in the flesh, by your bedside. Then tell me, who in your life deserves to die? PS I didn't offer a choice. Little did the woman know Pete's occupation, and that with scant information he'd be able to track her residential address, and uncover her life story. If what he discovered, pleased Pete, he'd continue on with the second part of the plan that had occurred to him, though he'd still need to be careful, and take precautions. Once she'd been complicit in the death of another, and continued to communicate with him, then any apprehension that she was in collusion with the authorities would recede. If it caused her to seek shelter, or reconsider, then she'd forever be aware that she'd provided her name, and of the possibility he could hunt her down. And if she neglected to respond at all? It would take longer, but the man was confident that he'd still be able to locate her, through the messages already received. Pete Norris, sporting another erection as the fantasy of finding a partner to bear witness to his acts came closer to fruition, crumpled the empty Pepsi can in his fist, and tossed it in the trash. She'd better be fucking real, or what had happened to Analise and his other victims would be but a picnic, compared to what he'd do to this bitch.