Sneak Preview of The Stalker Tells All

    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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Sneak Preview of The Preacher Man

David Collins had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten there. He woke up in a dark room staring up at a ceiling that he did not recognize. His entire body ached, like he had been hit by a truck or something. Maybe he had been, for all he knew. He tried to sit up. His body would not cooperate. His heart raced as a panicked feeling shot through his body. He wondered if he might actually be paralyzed.

    He tried to scream out for help, but no words would come. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. This wasn't real, he told himself, it couldn't be. He was probably just having a bad dream, that was the only explanation that made sense. How could he be in some room and not have any idea of how he got there? In the old days when he was drinking and doing some pretty hardcore drugs it was a fairly regular occurrence, but not these days. He had been clean and sober for almost five years now and had even gone out and found a job. Sure, it was a shitty job with shitty pay, but at least it was honest work.

    David opened his eyes again and waited until his vision adjusted to the dark. He looked around the room, finally able to move his head a bit. He was on a wooden floor and it was cold. It looked like he was in a work shed of some sort. He needed to see more, so he took a deep breath and used all the strength he could muster to pull himself up. It wasn't easy, but he managed to get himself propped up against the wall. He closed his eyes, feeling nauseous, he took some more deep breaths.

    In a minute or two he felt better. He looked around the room again. Yes, he was definitely in a work shed of some sort. It was completely empty except for a large metal table in the middle of the room. Using the wall for support, he pulled himself to his feet and looked across the room. He was not prepared for what he saw lying on top of the table. Dumbfounded, he stared in silence for over a minute, hoping that he wasn't really seeing what he was really seeing.

    A naked woman was chained to the table.
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