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Alhambra, California

He’d been patient.

Hiding so long in the house where he’d been watching her, studying her.

His heart thundered against the bones of his rib cage. He inched toward her without making a sound until he stood over her bed as she slept

Skin tingling with excitement he fought the urge to look at himself in her mirror.

He’d taken such loving care preparing for tonight.

His face was coated in thick white makeup so bright it glowed, like some evil Kabuki force. A swath of red smeared in a downward curve across his mouth. His cheeks were a maelstrom of theatrical cuts and scars, while large smudge pools of black accentuated his hollow eyes, his left one wept a trail of painted teardrops.

He was naked.

Now, here he was, standing over her.

Watching her.

He owned her.

Amber Pratt: She was a lonely secretary, an abused, heartbroken woman.

She was prey.

He knelt beside her, drawing his face near enough to drink in her breath, his aching to touch her as silent as the flicking of a snake’s tongue.

Do it now.

As he stood to take action, an inexplicable spear of doubt pierced him.

It felt so painful he wavered.

Suddenly Amber stirred, moaning and rolling over.

No, it was not right. Not yet.

He sank back into the darkness and disappeared into the night.