And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in his hands. He carried her by the throat back through the door ...and down the rickety basement steps. Her fingers were digging into his hands, nails drawing bloody furrows, her bare feet were kicking at his legs. He didn’t feel it. All he felt was the pull of attraction to the knife. The pull to the power, the omnipotence of having control over life and death. He felt his Purpose. Her struggles became weaker. “Hello”, I said, “I think I have disturbed you, I am very sorry to have done so, I was out for my morning walk and heard a noise. I thought it was an animal and came to investigate. I didn’t expect to find such a lovely animal as you”. “Hmmmm….”, she replied. “Should I believe you or not? You could be a nasty peeping tom!”. “All I can say is that that isn’t my style”, was all I could reply. While this conversation was going on my eyes were uncontrollably fixed on her breasts and nipples, wet. After she cleaned up, I smoked a joint with her and replayed what happened. She knew she had me…but that’s what I wanted her to think. Before she left, she asked me if I was using my old cell phone. I actually did have a few weeks left of service on my old phone. I asked her what I would get out of it. With a slight grin, she said she would have to show me. Later that night I got my first thank you picture text. I jerked off starring at her ass propped up on a wedge, ankles bound and tied to a. “It’s very private and not far at all.” He motioned for me to follow. I smiled and nodded and followed him out of the store. We walked down the alley, talking very little. He was shorter than me with a slight build and probably in his twenties I guessed, about my age. We stopped at a small downtown hotel and went inside. I’d been here before in my younger, wilder days. The rooms were mostly rented weekly or monthly, a place to crash if you didn’t have much money. After a night of beer drinking,.