Burton was steaming. Out loud he yelled, “I’ll show that bitch who is in charge here. She didn’t know what she stepped into. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to have her. I’m going to fuck her and make her like it and there isn’t anything that Sammy will be able to do about it.”
His mind was racing, he thought to himself *it may take years to get back at her but she will never be rid of me. By the time I get through with her Sammy will think she is crazy and will leave her, she’ll be ruined*
Burton loved the chase. He was the hunter and the more they ran the more exhilarated he became. He had hooked a whooper and the hook was set deep in her gullet. Burton knew how to stock. Hannah hadn’t been his first. He’d had years to develop his skills at attacking without being seen. She would go to the cops but the cops wouldn’t find anything and pretty soon they would label her as a crackpot. She eventually wouldn’t have anywhere to turn. That’s when he would go in for the kill. All alone, defenseless, ruined, willing to do anything he wanted her to do. If she died no one would think anything past suicide or natural causes. “Huh” He laughed out loud as he thought this.
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