She ran through the darkened corridors of the ancestral home. 'Positively Archaic!' Sarah Jane thought to herself as her socked feet slapped against the icy stone floors. She could feel his presence all through the home. He had slimed his way through the bedooms and the kitchen, the library and the bathrooms finally catching her in the study trying to fix the books.
He'd been following her for months and she had never known, he'd been watching her and she'd never known. He'd watched shower and dress, even make love with people. He was done watching. He'd come for her. Tonight she would be his.

He stalked her through the house, flinching as the thunder and lightening clashed out side. No neighbours for a few kilometres no one would be able to her, see the things he had planned for her; and he had some things planned for the night, and it would last all night.

He heard her fall down the stairs, she'd stepped on the nails he had placed there had cried out and when she had reached the bottom of the stairs he was there waiting for her.

The knife glistened in his hand and he grinned at her.
"Hello Gorgeous," and she knew, tears started falling down her cheeks and the knife slid in, smooth like it was cutting warm butter and he felt the serrated edge hit the rib. She cried out again and as he stripped her of her clothing, the room faded to black.

|| by Fae ||
8:23:00 PM |