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Tim was upstairs getting ready to keep his promise to Bree. He was getting ready to kill her mother and stepfather.
He and Bree had spent time chatting about how to get rid of Steven, who could be a problem, since he was much bigger and looked much stronger than Tim.
“But who’s stronger than a Smith & Wesson,” Tim asked Paul. He had shared these plans with the only other person he could trust.
“Nobody is stronger than a Smith & Wesson.”
“Right Paul. And you’ve got a Smith & Wesson, don’t you?”
That’s one thing Tim loved about Paul. He was a cop and cops got all the guns they wanted.
One bullet right between the eyes would put that big motherfucker down, Tim thought.
That’s all it would take. But Tim didn’t want Steven to die that easy. He wanted Steven to suffer the way he had made Bree suffer.
And he was going to make sure Bree enjoyed it. They could enjoy it together.
Her mother too. She had to go. Bree would love that.
Bree would love him.
Tim knew what excited Bree. Tim knew what made her hot. What made her wet. She had sent him photos. They had been sexting together. She had shots of him too. No one but Paul had ever seen Tim the way Bree had seen him.
Bree was hot for him.
Tim was sure of it.
And Bree knew what was inside Tim. Bree knew what he wanted.
They wanted the same thing.
Tim had been planning this for days, just like she wanted.
Tim had been following her for days, just like she wanted.
And he had grabbed her just like she wanted.
Bree told him this is what she wanted. She wanted to fight. She wanted the blood, the bruises, the combat. She said it made her hot. Made her wet.
Of all the girls Tim had met online, Bree was the one that was perfect. She was ideal. She was so wicked.
The others had been online fakes. Tim had set up plans to meet them and either they had stood him up and he had to hunt them down, or they rejected him on sight.
He hunted them down, too.
A few laughed.
None of them survived. But Bree was different. Bree was so into what he wanted. She fought back just like they both wanted.
Bree stayed naked in the cold, dark basement, just like they both wanted.Tim watched her on the video monitor he had set up in the basement.
Everything was just the way she wanted it. But now Bree was screaming and crying. It was time to get her.
“Cinnamon,” Bree screamed. “Cinnamon.”
There it is, Tim thought. The safe word. She wants me. This one really wants me.