Devil's Demise by Lee Cockburn

her, because she was genuinely a non-judgemental type of person, and he never felt anything false about her. He never felt judged by her and in his mind she was safe.
    She said to John, “Do you want to walk me in?”
    John hesitated, almost stunned that he was being asked to walk with her.
    “I won’t bite,” she said, and John got out of his car and locked it behind him, almost fumbling with his keys. He quickly gained control of himself and walked into the building with her, sharing a little small talk, but nothing more as he would not reveal anything of himself to anyone, least not to a woman. He couldn’t afford to let anyone get close, although he did really like her.
    Once inside Rachel headed for the stairs and John went to the lift. She mentioned that the stairs were better for his health, with a smile, but John just carried on towards the lift. They exchanged pleasant goodbyes and the lift door closed. Inside there were two women and another man. The women were both dressed in skirts and blouses, one very modest and conservative, the other wearingher clothes in a slightly more revealing fashion; not trashy, but worth looking at. John stood behind them, his eyes wandering all over them. Every curve, their calves, necks and buttocks ; every inch was being measured and their details stored in his mind for future thoughts. The younger woman turned round and caught him looking her up and down; she was the one wearing her blouse tightly fitted and a skirt which revealed her well-shaped legs. John dropped his eyes quickly and regretted allowing his mind to linger longer on what he wanted to do to them. The woman turned and adjusted her clothes, an obvious physical reaction to being leered at. She had felt his eyes boring into her from behind, an unhealthy feeling of being watched. He had sent shivers down her spine and they weren’t pleasant. She felt very uncomfortable. The lift door pinged and both of them got out, along with the man who paled into insignificance to John; he only had eyes for the ladies. The women walked down the corridor and John just caught a glimpse of them talking to each other, he shuddered slightly, hoping he hadn’t stepped over the line. He didn’t want to have to sort anything out this close to home.
    The younger woman said to the other, “He gives me the creeps that guy! I just caught him looking at my legs.”
    The other woman gave her a friendly shove and said, “No wonder he was looking at you. Look at you, ya hussy.” They laughed it off and headed to their respective offices, not realising just what type of man had taken a shine to them.
    John walked into his office and sat at his work station, the numerous screens shining brightly in front of him; already he could see people interacting, arguing, loving, hating one another. He loved his job because he fed off other people’s misery and this place was a perfect place to prey on women. He always used the screen enhancement function to zoom in on any female’s body that caught his eye, obviously only when the others were on a break though.
    His colleague Peter Smith came into the room and said hello to John, who returned the greeting. Peter asked if there was anything interesting happening. “No, not yet, I’ve checked all of the cameras, everyone is blissfully happy,” he replied with a hint of cynicism. There were computers within the work area for the staff’s use, and John couldn’t wait to get using one; he was impatient to find his next special lady.
    Eventless hours passed and Peter eventually got up to take his break; this gave John forty five minutes of privacy to get hunting. He checked out numerous sites which named and described successful business people, their places of work and other rather boring details about their companies and the ins and outs of what went on in their day-to-day running. None of this information held any interest for John, he just wanted to look at the pictures of the executives, not them