Luke whistled quietly as he scrolled through the pictures he’d taken of Catherine, he loved every single one of them; he had a strong feeling he’d be keeping them for a while. For a person who had taken no class in photography he sure as hell was good with the camera. With a satisfied smile, he clicked on the send button, and once all the pictures were sent he shoved the phone into his pocket.
The job was done, it was time to have some fun. There was no rush though, he took his time in feeding his eyes, he took in everything he could see, he took in the way her skin glowed subtly underneath the orange bulb, took in her propped up boobs, how the tender skin there contrasted sharply against the dark fabric of her dress. He knew it then, he had to have her.
And just when he began advancing
