I
had been following her for three days when she finally led me right to her
house. I was right behind her for ten minutes and she hadn't even noticed me.
In my mind I had given her the name Sexy Girl, but I probably should have named
her Blind Bitch, or Stupid Skank. Women
like her deserved to be stalked. I watched as she pulled her car into the
private driveway of the rural property.
It
was the middle of the day, so I kept driving after making a mental note of the
address and the surrounding area. I didn't see any other vehicles in front of
the house. It would be easier if she lived alone, but either way I was coming
back when it got dark.
The
house looked like it sat on around five acres of property, just on the
outskirts of Uxbridge, Ontario. It appeared to be a log cabin style home, with
a metal roof made of red shingles. Weird that a woman in her late twenties
would be living on a property like that, especially all by herself. I figured
that God must have been looking out for me.
"We're
going to have some fun tonight, Sexy Girl," I said to myself. "Well,
at least I am."
I
called her Sexy Girl because I didn't know her real name. Don't get it wrong,
though, I knew her. I knew her type. Skating through life on her good looks,
not giving a damn about anybody else, thinking that being pretty is the most
important thing that a person could do in life. What pissed me off the most was
her I am better than you attitude.
"You
aren't the only one that can do whatever you want, Sexy Girl. Tonight, I'll do
whatever I want and you will beg me for mercy."
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