Renita in the kitchen straightening shelves and cleaning the refrigerator. I roll my eyes. What in hell is she cleaning the empty refrigerator for?
Ste pping out onto the street I feel the atmosphere change and know there will be a storm in the afternoon. The air is sweet with moisture building for the rain. The rumble of the subway cars beneath my feet tell me the train is five minutes behind schedule and I can hear the rubbing of a cracked bearing in the mid axle. If left unrepaired it could cause the entire train to buckle in the middle and in human terms end in disaster.
I eye the numbers on the code pad for the door. Punching the worn sequence of digits the door pops open and I walk inside. I choose the stairs and once inside I move at my fast pace making it to the twentieth floor in less than three seconds.
I pull the handle and step into the hallway. The wallpaper is peeling and the carpet has a musty odor. I am surprised because this is supposed to be a well-kept sister building to mine.
I hear the dripping of a cracked pipe between the wall of Apt 546 and 545. The material is recycled and illegal to use. I sense for other maladies and find numerous infractions with cheap materials and recycled fixtures. It is a combination of fire hazards and weak structure.
I mak e a note to myself to check the bearings in my walls upon my return.
I reach the apartment door and feel him stirring around her body. I twist the metal around the lock until it crumbles into my hand. Reaching for the handle I twist it and let the door swing open.
He’ s in the next room close to the kitchen thinking of ways to defile her body. He not only savors the control of watching them die he revels in mutilating their bodies after.
I smile at the treat I will have this morning. Watching him swell with terror over his own death will soothe an urge and subdue some of the rage wafting through my bones.
I carry myself across the room and stop in the doorway watching him hoover over her lifeless body savoring the image.
He feels my presence and jumps to his feet. “Who the fuck are you?” He roars.
“Someone you’ll wish you never met.” I murmur.
His face contorts with rage. “I’ll kill you.” He bites through clenched teeth.
I c an smell the stale alcohol seeping through his skin. His mind is a dark place full of torment and evil. He can no longer count the many he’s taken.
His depravity enrages me more and I want him gone. I move at my pace and stan d inches from his face in a split second. Fear washes through the depths of his eyes as I pull back my lips to expose the weapon of my choosing.
His heart falters and I feel the panic growing inside causing his stomach to clench and the acid to bubble up his esophagus.
With one hand I grip his throat and crush his neck then drop him to the ground next to her limp body.
His eyes are still wide staring at the wall. I step back from the blood pooling on the floor and straighten my tie as I walk from the room and pull the door closed behind me.
Not wanting to bo ther with driving today I pull out my phone and called Peter.
“Yes, Mr. Garai?” He answers .
“I’m ready to le ave for the office.” I command.
“Yes, sir. I will be out front in two minutes, sir.”
I slide the phone back into my breast pocket and walk onto the street crossing over and landing on the curb just as Peter pulls the car around.
The car pulls in front of the building at 8:15. I climb out and step to the elevators. Several people are waiting fisting their cups of coffee and fighting remnants of hangovers.
Two women chat giddily about random dates the previous evening then flush when they turn their attention to me. Suddenly I am the new player in their heads ravishing them and hungrily taking them to bed.
How wrong they are. Ravish yes but not in the way they
Envisage. I pull out my phone and begin sifting through the new emails. Several are from my lawyer discussing the new fleet of ships we
Ste pping out onto the street I feel the atmosphere change and know there will be a storm in the afternoon. The air is sweet with moisture building for the rain. The rumble of the subway cars beneath my feet tell me the train is five minutes behind schedule and I can hear the rubbing of a cracked bearing in the mid axle. If left unrepaired it could cause the entire train to buckle in the middle and in human terms end in disaster.
I eye the numbers on the code pad for the door. Punching the worn sequence of digits the door pops open and I walk inside. I choose the stairs and once inside I move at my fast pace making it to the twentieth floor in less than three seconds.
I pull the handle and step into the hallway. The wallpaper is peeling and the carpet has a musty odor. I am surprised because this is supposed to be a well-kept sister building to mine.
I hear the dripping of a cracked pipe between the wall of Apt 546 and 545. The material is recycled and illegal to use. I sense for other maladies and find numerous infractions with cheap materials and recycled fixtures. It is a combination of fire hazards and weak structure.
I mak e a note to myself to check the bearings in my walls upon my return.
I reach the apartment door and feel him stirring around her body. I twist the metal around the lock until it crumbles into my hand. Reaching for the handle I twist it and let the door swing open.
He’ s in the next room close to the kitchen thinking of ways to defile her body. He not only savors the control of watching them die he revels in mutilating their bodies after.
I smile at the treat I will have this morning. Watching him swell with terror over his own death will soothe an urge and subdue some of the rage wafting through my bones.
I carry myself across the room and stop in the doorway watching him hoover over her lifeless body savoring the image.
He feels my presence and jumps to his feet. “Who the fuck are you?” He roars.
“Someone you’ll wish you never met.” I murmur.
His face contorts with rage. “I’ll kill you.” He bites through clenched teeth.
I c an smell the stale alcohol seeping through his skin. His mind is a dark place full of torment and evil. He can no longer count the many he’s taken.
His depravity enrages me more and I want him gone. I move at my pace and stan d inches from his face in a split second. Fear washes through the depths of his eyes as I pull back my lips to expose the weapon of my choosing.
His heart falters and I feel the panic growing inside causing his stomach to clench and the acid to bubble up his esophagus.
With one hand I grip his throat and crush his neck then drop him to the ground next to her limp body.
His eyes are still wide staring at the wall. I step back from the blood pooling on the floor and straighten my tie as I walk from the room and pull the door closed behind me.
Not wanting to bo ther with driving today I pull out my phone and called Peter.
“Yes, Mr. Garai?” He answers .
“I’m ready to le ave for the office.” I command.
“Yes, sir. I will be out front in two minutes, sir.”
I slide the phone back into my breast pocket and walk onto the street crossing over and landing on the curb just as Peter pulls the car around.
The car pulls in front of the building at 8:15. I climb out and step to the elevators. Several people are waiting fisting their cups of coffee and fighting remnants of hangovers.
Two women chat giddily about random dates the previous evening then flush when they turn their attention to me. Suddenly I am the new player in their heads ravishing them and hungrily taking them to bed.
How wrong they are. Ravish yes but not in the way they
Envisage. I pull out my phone and begin sifting through the new emails. Several are from my lawyer discussing the new fleet of ships we
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