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naked,
young woman. Her limp arms bent down at the edge of the bed. There
were several sex toys; a vibrator, and two dildos next to the
pillows. Her face was beaten up beyond recognition. Her breasts and
thighs were pinched and punched with bruises. The killer had been
here, when she died. She was either his target or he hated
women.
    Someone would have to call
her parents to inform them that their daughter was dead, next to
her married lover. That had to be every parent's worst nightmare;
to get a call that your perfect daughter was dead.
    My daughter Poppy was only
two years old, but I could already feel my overprotective father's
side worrying about her. Men were dangerous. It’d only get worse as
she got older.
    I watched the dead woman.
A young life ended tragically.
    Choices.
    Making choices.
    Sometimes a wrong choice
could kill you.
     
     

Chapter 5 Volker
     
    I was standing in line at
Starbucks five blocks from the building where I killed Gary and
Lara. I could still feel the intoxicating thrill of beating Lara to
death, as she was paralyzed by the nerve gas.
    I punched her. She took
them.
    The beating aroused me
beyond belief, as I recalled the crunching sound as her cartilage
broke under my fists. But I couldn’t fuck Lara and risk leaving my
DNA.
    The impulse to strike
again took over me. I needed to do this again, soon. Next time I’d
go all the way with the girl.
    This was my favorite
coffee shop. It was near a college campus in West LA, and filled
with fresh, beautiful, college girls.
    For example, the pretty
brunette standing right in front of me. She was wearing a black
blouse and white shorts, showing off her beautiful runner’s legs -
long, lean, with incredibly sexy calves. Her pink toe nails looked
so cute.
    I watched her getting her
vanilla latte with soymilk. As she fuddled to get out of her credit
card, I noted her name on the visa card.
    Jennifer
Butterfield.
    Yummy name. Just like her.
She was definitely my type. I would love to see her naked in my
bed.
     
    ***
     
    I followed Jennifer from
Starbucks, keeping my distance. Slowly sipping on her latte, she
wandered around the shops on Westwood Blvd, going inside a
Victoria’s Secret store, then came out 30 mins later with a pink
bag.
    My imagination ran wild
about what she bought in there. Lacy panties? Push up bras?
Lotions?
    The thrill of following
her made me feel alive. It always did. The precious time before the
attack, when the victim lived their simple life, unaware of the
danger leaking behind them, was the second most exciting time for
me.
    The first was when I beat
them up, then had sex with them, as they cried and
begged.
    Jennifer couldn’t be more
perfect for such moments.
    She stopped in front of
the Nail Salon, thinking about if she’d indulge herself with a
manicure. She examined her nails closely. After a short
deliberation, she walked into the nail salon.
    Self-indulgent, aren’t
we?
    I stood across the street,
watching the cute Jennifer, getting her manicure done with an Asian
nail technician. I’d make sure I kissed those pretty nails of hers
later.
    Half an hour later, she
left the nail salon, staring at her newly painted nails with a
satisfied smile
    It’d been an hour since
I’d first laid my eyes on her. I couldn’t wait any
longer.
    I followed her and watched
as she headed towards a residential area, off campus.
    Yes, finally.
    She stopped in front of an
apartment building, took the keys out of her pocket with the tips
of two fingers, careful not to ruin the new polish.
    I waited until she got
inside and made my move.
    My car was parked a few
blocks away. I raced back to my parking spot, put on a hooded
sweatshirt, and took my heavy toolbox. I put more money into the
parking meter, for another two hours. That’d give me plenty of time
to get to know Jennifer.
    Jennifer Butterfield, nice
to meet you...

 
     
     
Chapter 6 Volker
     
    I found Jennifer's
apartment from the mailbox. Unit 208. Inside the building,