Daryl was no damn good! he had spent most his 29 years drifting through the criminal justice system. From his first contact with the police when he was only 14 for fondling a classmate (female) to his last arrest for lewd assault (male), he had been arrested 31 times! Most of these offenses (sex crimes), had been followed by court-ordered counseling and treatments, but he never changed. daryl was just no damn good! Oddly enough or maybe not, daryl himself knew this to be true, too. But daryl was the sort of guy who teased and poked and played with fate because he wanted to see how much fate would take before coming back to bite. And, he always wondered how pleasurable it would be when fate returned the favor, if fate had the guts to seek him out. he wondered. he wondered if he could live forever.

As he stood leaning against a lamp post he marveled at the innocence that passed him by, beautiful women and men blissfully unaware that he existed as a predator in their lives. he scanned for a new victim. Of course, they had to be “pretty”. he loved the pretty ones. he loved to chase, the attack, the captured. It all gave him a tremendous rush. Suddenly, She walked by smelling of fresh pink roses, a bouquet he would pick for himself.

She was tall, maybe 5’10”, with dark skin and dark hair and a face that glowed with “prettiness”. The prettier they are, he mused, the more they screamed, and the more they screamed, the more they would feel. Her black hair swung freely as she walked the street, books clutched beneath her arms and the sweet sound of heels clicking a tender love song. he was drawn to her full, lush figure with full breasts that had just bloomed, it seemed, and daryl just knew that She had finally discovered those breasts for Herself and what She could do with them, as She did not wear a bra. A pair of punctuating points penetrated perfectly the soft sweet satin of Her taut teal t-shirt torturously for daryl, but then again, it would be he that would be issuing the torture momentarily.

daryl realized that this one was more than just “pretty” as were his other victims. This lady was absolutely gorgeous. A perfect 10. A perfect 10 times 10. A perfect 100. Damn daryl, She must be a model. Wow, this would make the headlines. Finally, the press he deserved. Why should that clinton guy get all his press anyway. Each one of his attacks had been preempted by a similar clinton scandal as the two of them dueled for sexual perversion supremacy. daryl knew who won this duel anyway and it wasn’t daryl.

Now, daryl began cocockting his plan. Prior planning prevents poor performance! he would follow Her to Her home, rob Her of all Her money and credit cards at knife-point, and take Her as his hostage. Then he would rape Her, and rape Her again, and, if he felt up to it, again. he started walking behind the woman, at an undetectable distance, admiring the short hemline of Her short leather skirt.

After a few blocks She went into an apartment building where he noticed Her enter an elevator. he watched attentively as the numbers climbed until the number 8 stood still on the electronic elevator-floor indicator light. The 8th floor. he rushed into the building and entered the first available elevator enroute to the 8th floor. As his recent string of perfect attacks had unraveled, he was grateful again that no one entered his elevator. The anticipation was the same also: intoxicating. The adrenaline was like riding a roller coaster, only better. daryl felt the urge to bust into the brunette’s apartment and make his presence felt immediately, he almost couldn’t control the exhilaration he was feeling.

“Damn elevator! Hurry the fuck up,” daryl demanded aloud. Finally, after a full minute, the elevator reached the 8th floor and the door slowly slid open. daryl rushed out of the elevator in a burst of predatory power, but then he noticed that something was definitely wrong. The floor hallway was completely dark. Pitch dark, in fact. The only light resonated from inside the elevator which remained open waiting submissively for the next command. Then the elevator doors began to close and for the briefest moments of redecision, daryl contemplated lunging back into the elevator, back to the light. The elevator door slowly dimmed all of the lights on the 8th floor as if to mark the end of an awful horror movie. Then it was too late. Outer darkness had fallen upon him. The exhilaration of the attack had evaporated and been replaced with a feeling of confusion and disorder in a moment of an instant.

Standing in the darkness was not in the plan. This was throwing him off his game, disrupting the pleasure of the experience, and, worst of all, causing “him” to feel vulnerable. daryl decided to play it safe. he would get back on the elevator and get out of there. It was probably for the best. At worst, he could always return to “The 8th Floor” when they have replaced the lights. daryl reached for the elevator buttons in the dark feeling what seemed to be several feet, but no elevator buttons were to be found. Feeling like a mime in a bad vaudville movie, he felt the wall between the two elevators from top to bottom, left to right, diagonally and back again, down low, and up. Where the fuck were the buttons?

“daryl,” a confident feminine voice echoed from deep within the darkness.

“Who’s there? Who’s that?”, daryl responded in a fit of amazement and starings into the darkness.

“daryl, daryl. I’m coming to get you, daryl,” She spoke again.

“Who, what the fuck are you? What do you want with me?”

daryl started to panic. The one thing that he hated, more than anything else, was being played the victim. he couldn’t play it. It didn’t suit him. he was the predator. The opportunistic oppressor. he was not the victim. This was completely foreign territory for him, but he knew, down in his heart, that this was fate coming to get him, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Fate had returned to collect on daryl’s debt. daryl knew that fate would not be merciful with him as he had been merciless with all of those helpless girls and boys who had cried for him to stop as he raped them viciously. Yes, fate would not only return the favor, but take daryl to a place of unmitigated pain prepared for only him where he would remain forever.

TO BE CONTINUED…..