Page 91 of Stalker's Toy

They thought I wouldn’t know.

They thought wrong.

Just like my mother thought wrong when she said Mia wasn’t a good choice.

I’ll show them all.

I’ll set the whole fucking world on fire for her.

I know exactly what to do.

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.

It feels good to be this close again.

It feels good to know exactly where they are, exactly how it will go.

They think they’ve gotten away with it, following her, but they haven’t.

They think because I showed them mercy at the end of my gun, that was it for them.

They were wrong.

I’ll do this because it’s who I am.

I’ll do it because I love her.

I’ll do it because it’s so sweet to hear the screams as their flesh melts into the ground beneath their feet.

This is where I am, where I need to be.

My compulsion, my obsession, my love.

I’m driving myself to extremes, and I love it.

I’ll never feel this way about anyone else—ever.

I can’t.

I won’t.

I’ve been planning this since I ate her pussy that night I beat them half to death.

Since the moment I let her go.

Since the second I couldn’t stand being away from her.

The same way I’ve planned everything.

I open my trunk and grab the gasoline, setting it down beside my car.

My hand digs around in my pocket for the cigar I bought just for this occasion.

Lighting it, I smile before picking up the gas can and start splashing it around the foundations of the house.

I stand there for a long moment, staring at the fucks inside, oblivious to their own demise.

They will make a beautiful painting, immortalized in death.

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