Chapter 9

© Copyright 2006 by Kendra Cornell



The ferocity of the rampage in his mind and body had abated somewhat, after he had returned home. He wasn't used to failing. He set a goal and achieved it, no matter the milieu. But after the ineffectual attempt at Karen's place, he had burned with private embarrassment. His humiliation led to rage, at himself and at her. He awaited the next opportunity with agitation and eagerness. Next time, there would be no foul-up.

And now, I have that opportunity, he thought. No one in his professional life would have suspected. They all saw him as relaxed, adept, competent, confident. And they were right. He was all those things, but if they only knew the depth and the power of his mind, his psyche- then and only then would they understand the power he wielded... He just had to wait. He had obligations in the other life that he had to take care of before he was able to sate the obsession that burned in the very core of his body.

Just a few more hours—a few short hours and she'll be mine. Just a few more hours. I can handle it. He repeated the words to himself, using them as a mantra. He knew the anticipation would make it all the sweeter.




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