gone on their way not giving it a second thought. Â
Louis certainly didnât think twice. He never considered his victimsâ feelings or emotions, and even if he had it wouldnât have mattered much. He had crossed over long ago from simply being numb to being pure evil, with no sense of compassion, only a sense of self. He had blocked out the muffled cries on the trip from Boca Raton to his driveway. They made him feel nothing anyway; transporting was a part of the process, but the end game was the control he felt when he had his victim in his apartment, trapped and looking at him with scared, pleading eyes. As Ashley, no longer cloaked in the patchwork quilt, climbed the ladder to the apartment above with Louis close behind, that feeling finally started building. He was no longer on cruise control.
The transporting, of course, wasnât just a meaningless necessity to Louis. Far from it. It was part of the overall plan, it was a ritual. There was the initial adrenaline rush he got from the actual kidnap itself. That rush came whether or not he was able to obtain his mark, which on many occasions he could not. The patience he learned in prison had been key to his survival thus far, and many times he had to abort his missions because the chance of getting caught was too great. An adrenaline rush with no payoff was very hard for Louis to come down from. Once he crossed over into madness it took a long time for him to come back. Sometimes the rush to abduct his mark was so great that he struggled with the decision to call it off. It was rare that he would be so overcome with his impulses that he acted recklessly and forgot the lessons he learned and rules he had set for himself. Fortunately for Louis, the mistakes he made since his release from prison hadnât been blatant enough to send him back.
Indeed, he had caught a lot of breaks throughout his crime spree; even thinking back to his one and only arrest he had been lucky. He knew he could have served twenty years or more for what he had originally been arrested on, and had his victim and her family not absconded out of fear they would be discovered as illegals and deported, he would have. Of course he didnât know they had fled Davie when he took the plea deal, but he still realized he was fortunate to get such a minimal sentence. Â He knew that longevity as a criminal of that magnitude didnât come without some luck. He had heard his fellow inmates brag about their successes as well as condemn their failures. Not every crime they committed had been discovered. He knew the tales of Dahmer and Gacy and how they flirted with being uncovered for years prior to their actual arrests. And he also knew some day his luck would run out, just as theirs had.
To keep that from happening any time soon, Louis quite regularly instituted new restrictions upon himself when he felt he was being too careless. He had decided after either a successful or unsuccessful abduction attempt he would not return to the area from which the attempt was made for at least one year, under any circumstances. He also decided that once he was successful and carried out his plan, he would lay low for as long as he could hold out, which at first was extremely difficult. Holding back on acting out was hard for Louis, but over time he disciplined himself and could go six months or more before his demons took over. Thus, in the ten years since his prison release his victims only numbered seven.
But now he had his eighth victim, and she was already in his apartment. The hard part was over. Louis reflected for a moment on how the actual kidnapping wasnât really that hard this time. Things just seemed to play out and open up in his favor. After he pulled out of his parking space at the mall he was able to follow his target with only two cars in between them, and to his good fortune, he was able to remain that way right to the main gate of the complex in which she lived. Again, as
Louis certainly didnât think twice. He never considered his victimsâ feelings or emotions, and even if he had it wouldnât have mattered much. He had crossed over long ago from simply being numb to being pure evil, with no sense of compassion, only a sense of self. He had blocked out the muffled cries on the trip from Boca Raton to his driveway. They made him feel nothing anyway; transporting was a part of the process, but the end game was the control he felt when he had his victim in his apartment, trapped and looking at him with scared, pleading eyes. As Ashley, no longer cloaked in the patchwork quilt, climbed the ladder to the apartment above with Louis close behind, that feeling finally started building. He was no longer on cruise control.
The transporting, of course, wasnât just a meaningless necessity to Louis. Far from it. It was part of the overall plan, it was a ritual. There was the initial adrenaline rush he got from the actual kidnap itself. That rush came whether or not he was able to obtain his mark, which on many occasions he could not. The patience he learned in prison had been key to his survival thus far, and many times he had to abort his missions because the chance of getting caught was too great. An adrenaline rush with no payoff was very hard for Louis to come down from. Once he crossed over into madness it took a long time for him to come back. Sometimes the rush to abduct his mark was so great that he struggled with the decision to call it off. It was rare that he would be so overcome with his impulses that he acted recklessly and forgot the lessons he learned and rules he had set for himself. Fortunately for Louis, the mistakes he made since his release from prison hadnât been blatant enough to send him back.
Indeed, he had caught a lot of breaks throughout his crime spree; even thinking back to his one and only arrest he had been lucky. He knew he could have served twenty years or more for what he had originally been arrested on, and had his victim and her family not absconded out of fear they would be discovered as illegals and deported, he would have. Of course he didnât know they had fled Davie when he took the plea deal, but he still realized he was fortunate to get such a minimal sentence. Â He knew that longevity as a criminal of that magnitude didnât come without some luck. He had heard his fellow inmates brag about their successes as well as condemn their failures. Not every crime they committed had been discovered. He knew the tales of Dahmer and Gacy and how they flirted with being uncovered for years prior to their actual arrests. And he also knew some day his luck would run out, just as theirs had.
To keep that from happening any time soon, Louis quite regularly instituted new restrictions upon himself when he felt he was being too careless. He had decided after either a successful or unsuccessful abduction attempt he would not return to the area from which the attempt was made for at least one year, under any circumstances. He also decided that once he was successful and carried out his plan, he would lay low for as long as he could hold out, which at first was extremely difficult. Holding back on acting out was hard for Louis, but over time he disciplined himself and could go six months or more before his demons took over. Thus, in the ten years since his prison release his victims only numbered seven.
But now he had his eighth victim, and she was already in his apartment. The hard part was over. Louis reflected for a moment on how the actual kidnapping wasnât really that hard this time. Things just seemed to play out and open up in his favor. After he pulled out of his parking space at the mall he was able to follow his target with only two cars in between them, and to his good fortune, he was able to remain that way right to the main gate of the complex in which she lived. Again, as
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