Devil's Demise by Lee Cockburn Read Free Book Online Page B

his clip-on tie. He looked in the mirror, and combed his hair, a sly smile sneaking onto his face as what he saw in the mirror was a completely different impression than others would see. He saw somebody that commanded respect, a powerful man, someone that women should obey. He thought that women should be more like they were in the fifties: subservient to men, lookingpretty for when men needed relief, tea on the table on time and conjugal rights as and when they chose. There was no law against raping your wife, that wasn’t classed as a crime. He had always taken full advantage of this with his wife, even though the law had changed many, many years ago. He had beaten her regularly for the tiniest thing - burnt food, being late home from the shops, not being quick enough with his beer - the list was endless, his savagery growing as the years went by. He kicked the barrel hard as he left for work, thinking how that bitch had dared leave him, he was her master and she disrespected him; but he showed her who was in charge, that she shouldn’t have left him, and he would show the rest of them.
    He climbed into his Ford Escort, not an old car - he had used some of his wife’s divorce money to buy it. Inside was like a tip, just like his house. He had no respect for anything and he was a slovenly creature. He carefully put on his seatbelt, not because he was a law abiding citizen, but because he didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention from the police, as even the slightest misdemeanour could bring him to their attention, and he didn’t want that. He was bold enough to leave his DNA everywhere as he believed he was invincible, and couldn’t risk having to give it over. He drove down his street, dull grey three-storey blocks on either side, some graffiti on the walls; pictures displaying sexual deviancy always caught his eye and made him smile to think that there were others that shared his own thoughts. He drove down through the meadows, a large expanse of green belt, where the student population relaxed on hot days and played a multitude of sports throughout the year, in between their studying and partying. Two slim female joggers ran past his car as he stopped at the traffic lights and he did not hide his gaze as his head turned in an owl-like fashion to follow their svelte bodies for as long as they were in view. They wore crop tops and lycra shorts, their taut flesh on display, unaware of the evil watching from the vehicle that they had just passed. He was tempted to turn round and have another eyeful of those girls, but better judgement prevented him. As with the seatbelt, a complaint against him would lead to life behind bars for the atrocities he had committed. He was beginning to regret leaving his identity practically gift-wrapped for those who hunted him. He shook his headand focused on getting to his work, where he had to hide who he really was and act like normal old John.
    He pulled into the staff car parking area beneath the building; the swelling beneath his trousers had only just subsided and he could go about his business as normal without any unnecessary attention. His heart was still racing with the unhealthy thoughts still present in his mind regarding the girls in the park; he wanted them, but not in a way that a normal person wants something. He wanted to do unspeakable things to them, to hurt them, to make them beg before him for the very breath that they breathed.
    “Hi John,” a warm and friendly voice came from behind him, almost making him jump.
    “Oh hi there, I was away in a wee world of my own there.”
    “Good days off?”
    “Yep, just the same old same old. You know how it is eh? Boring old Edinburgh.”
    The woman who had spoken to him was quite new to the department and always full of the joys, every day, never up, nor down, always friendly to him and very polite. She was in her forties, confident and relatively pretty for her age. Her name was Rachel Davies and he actually liked