Prologue
Leaning up against the building, he takes a heavy drag from his cigarette. The corners of his mouth start to curl into a sinister grin, as he waits there anxiously. This moment of solace, gives him time to indulge in macabre thoughts and desires which start festering in his mind, making him even more excited than before.
He has been following her for over a month now, and knows her every move; where she lives, where she checks in for work and even
where that pathetic aristocratic boyfriend of hers lives.
Impatience starts to get the better of him as he waits for those doors to open, waiting for her to walk out. He glances restlessly at his watch. It's ten past eleven. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a tattered piece of paper. It is an old newspaper cutting that he has been carrying around for months. There's a photo of her, together with that idiot boyfriend of hers. As he holds it in his hands, he can feel himself getting excited. His desperation now starting to get the better of him. He knows it won't be long before he will be alone with that bitch. He's waited for this moment for a long time. After all, he spent one year in jail because of her. A place he vowed that he would never return too. But no, that hoar and her statement in court made him out to be a terrorist on the loose, onboard a plane!
"Terrorist!" If only they knew. "Well, Miss Kane, don't you have a surprise in store waiting for you!" He spits the words out venomously.
A sudden rush of excitement starts to flow through his body at just the mention of her name. His thoughts start to run wild as he imagines his hands running over those breasts of hers and pinching her nipples hard between his fingers, making her squeal in pain.
He rummages in his backpack and pulls out a knife from one of the pockets. Running a finger along the edge, he tests its sharpness. Oblivious to the pain he has just inflicted on himself and it drawing blood. Pain, to him is irrelevant, after all he enjoys pain, especially when he is able to inflict it on others. She is not the first he has played with, but she is different somehow. After all, he served time due to her! Yes blondie. You my dear will pay! He slowly starts feeling an erection building up and rubs a hand through his trousers along the shaft of his penis. A moan escapes his lips and his heart rate starts bounding with excitement. He continues to touch himself. Enjoying this moment of pleasure, fantasising of what he would like to do to her. Then without warning the main doors of the building open and he swiftly moves back out of sight. Disappointed, he sees it's just two pilots. Impatiently, he takes another drag of his cigarette, his mind now completely consumed with longing. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of her as she walks out. He watches closely as she chats away to the other flight attendants, oblivious to the fact that he is watching. She walks over to her car, opens the door and drives off. He throws the cigarette on the floor and stubs it out angrily with his foot. "Next time blondie," he says. "Next time!"
Impatience starts to get the better of him as he waits for those doors to open, waiting for her to walk out. He glances restlessly at his watch. It's ten past eleven. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a tattered piece of paper. It is an old newspaper cutting that he has been carrying around for months. There's a photo of her, together with that idiot boyfriend of hers. As he holds it in his hands, he can feel himself getting excited. His desperation now starting to get the better of him. He knows it won't be long before he will be alone with that bitch. He's waited for this moment for a long time. After all, he spent one year in jail because of her. A place he vowed that he would never return too. But no, that hoar and her statement in court made him out to be a terrorist on the loose, onboard a plane!
"Terrorist!" If only they knew. "Well, Miss Kane, don't you have a surprise in store waiting for you!" He spits the words out venomously.
A sudden rush of excitement starts to flow through his body at just the mention of her name. His thoughts start to run wild as he imagines his hands running over those breasts of hers and pinching her nipples hard between his fingers, making her squeal in pain.
He rummages in his backpack and pulls out a knife from one of the pockets. Running a finger along the edge, he tests its sharpness. Oblivious to the pain he has just inflicted on himself and it drawing blood. Pain, to him is irrelevant, after all he enjoys pain, especially when he is able to inflict it on others. She is not the first he has played with, but she is different somehow. After all, he served time due to her! Yes blondie. You my dear will pay! He slowly starts feeling an erection building up and rubs a hand through his trousers along the shaft of his penis. A moan escapes his lips and his heart rate starts bounding with excitement. He continues to touch himself. Enjoying this moment of pleasure, fantasising of what he would like to do to her. Then without warning the main doors of the building open and he swiftly moves back out of sight. Disappointed, he sees it's just two pilots. Impatiently, he takes another drag of his cigarette, his mind now completely consumed with longing. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of her as she walks out. He watches closely as she chats away to the other flight attendants, oblivious to the fact that he is watching. She walks over to her car, opens the door and drives off. He throws the cigarette on the floor and stubs it out angrily with his foot. "Next time blondie," he says. "Next time!"
