Chapter SeventeenChristmas Eve 2015
The burning rage inside him spiralled, igniting a fire in the pit of his gut.
Her survival remained unclear, but whether she was dead or alive was no longer of importance. The uncertainty was overridden by an uncontrollable urge to kill and fulfil his desires.
Tonight, he felt like the proverbial kid in a candy shop, the choice on Christmas Eve was boundless. Dirty w****s are everywhere, seeping out of their scant clothing. No shame, no pride. Stumbling around the streets intoxicated, alone, asking for it.
The shadows concealed his presence. Her high heels clipped the pavement. He felt aroused, the urge to control and degrade her, irresistible. His breath lingered over his skin, suffused against his mask. He felt excited, watching her slender legs mo
