The demon inside him screamed.
He was too slow!
He was too slow!
It kept shouting.
The woman would have been his already. She was in his hands, at his mercy. He was that close to completing his plan. She was so close to being in his arms forever.
He grunted in anger as he struck his hand on the table. The bottle of alcohol made a clunking sound when it heavily fell on the ground. His eyes wickedly followed the rolling of the bottle on the floor as it reminded him of the weeks of effective planning and the sleepless nights. He had been following her activities, the time she would be at home, who she was with, and the time she left for work in the morning. The woman was manageable; she didn't have a complicated lifestyle. She was as simple as a lily floating above the water. If it hadn'
