He switched off the television, and sat back to stare at the computer screen. With the light's off - the man liked the dark - the only illumination came from the glow of the monitor. His fingers lightly tapped against his thigh, and his brow furrowed in thought. The woman had definitely made him curious, and his initial inclination was to think that it was some kind of trap. He'd heard the authorities sometimes trawled the boards, in search of perpetrators, or for information. That possibility didn't concern him in the slightest. To all intents and purposes, his posts originated from the desolate outback of Australia. A place named Wolf Creek.
His thoughts were disrupted by the ping of a message arriving. When he saw that this time it was …show more content…
I'm the one who has lived it. Who has looked into their eyes, and laughed in their faces as they screamed like a stuck pig, and begged me to let them live. Then, later, begged me to let them die. Me. Not you. I know. You can only imagine.
I'm not sick. My parents aren't divorced. I wasn't abused or neglected as a child. I'm not some poor white-trash who has had a hard life, or suffered trauma. I do what I do, because I want to. Because there is nothing better, more arousing, than holding the power of life and death in your hands. It's what I am. It's who I am. It's what I do.
That's the difference between you and I. You think you want it, you think you want to know. But, do you really? Once you hear those screams, you'll never forget them. If you're wrong, that sound, and the look in their eyes as they finally resign themselves to death, will haunt your dreams forever. If you want to know, I can show you. But, I ask again, do you really want to know. Are you strong …show more content…
Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. A glance at his tracking software brought a smirk to his face. Her IP address had popped up and, what do you know, she lived in the same city. A half hour passed before he hit the refresh button to double-check that his computer hadn't frozen. Another ten minutes, twenty more. A full hour had passed. "Fucking whore". He must have scared her off. His eyes darkened, and his fingers drummed the top of his desk.. Taunting him, calling him a liar, then running away when things got too hot. He laughed without mirth. And she thought she could handle death? If she wanted to play games, he'd play right back.
Her IP address soon led to her home address and, from there, her name. Analise Helm. It rolled off his tongue. Not long after, thanks to the DMV database, he had a picture. The man took in her features, the long brunette hair, and bright green eyes. She was attractive, and appeared normal. Then again, so did he. Appearances could be deceiving.
He printed the image as he sent a further message.
Subject: Pig
His thoughts were disrupted by the ping of a message arriving. When he saw that this time it was …show more content…
I'm the one who has lived it. Who has looked into their eyes, and laughed in their faces as they screamed like a stuck pig, and begged me to let them live. Then, later, begged me to let them die. Me. Not you. I know. You can only imagine.
I'm not sick. My parents aren't divorced. I wasn't abused or neglected as a child. I'm not some poor white-trash who has had a hard life, or suffered trauma. I do what I do, because I want to. Because there is nothing better, more arousing, than holding the power of life and death in your hands. It's what I am. It's who I am. It's what I do.
That's the difference between you and I. You think you want it, you think you want to know. But, do you really? Once you hear those screams, you'll never forget them. If you're wrong, that sound, and the look in their eyes as they finally resign themselves to death, will haunt your dreams forever. If you want to know, I can show you. But, I ask again, do you really want to know. Are you strong …show more content…
Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. A glance at his tracking software brought a smirk to his face. Her IP address had popped up and, what do you know, she lived in the same city. A half hour passed before he hit the refresh button to double-check that his computer hadn't frozen. Another ten minutes, twenty more. A full hour had passed. "Fucking whore". He must have scared her off. His eyes darkened, and his fingers drummed the top of his desk.. Taunting him, calling him a liar, then running away when things got too hot. He laughed without mirth. And she thought she could handle death? If she wanted to play games, he'd play right back.
Her IP address soon led to her home address and, from there, her name. Analise Helm. It rolled off his tongue. Not long after, thanks to the DMV database, he had a picture. The man took in her features, the long brunette hair, and bright green eyes. She was attractive, and appeared normal. Then again, so did he. Appearances could be deceiving.
He printed the image as he sent a further message.
Subject: Pig