Marblehead

September 29, 2003

10:30pm

The pain was mind-boggling, and I blacked out. I remember opening the door, then nothing. Bile rose deep in my throat and spewed forth like a fountain. What the hell! Another vicious punch and more pain. The dull pain that throbbed in my head was nothing compared to my ribs and pelvic area! I blacked out again, welcoming the  darkness.

He never saw me. I watched him for two months, knew his name, schedule, and past. He was the first of them, and I hatched all rage and frustration into my initial attack. Prone on the floor, I studied my quarry. Soft and  paunchy he was emblematic of them. Money made you soft and  his job entailed no manual labor, so it was easy to get out of shape. The precise blows had drawn no blood, as he lay in a pool of  vomit. Using the firemans carry, I dragged him to the dining room. Roughly setting him in the chair I took the rope from my bag. Neatly, I tied the knot  practiced for years,tying his hands and feet together, duct taping him firmly to the chair. The design of the house had been remembered in detail. Tonight was Tuesday, and his wife would be gone until morning. She was not a nice person. Conceited, stuffy, and sexually frustrated, she would be at her sister’s house until morning.At least that was the message she gave on the answering machine.He knew better! Her twenty five year old lover would have her legs over her head till the wee hours of the morning. She loathed her husband and the feeling was mutual! He could only attract woman he had to pay for. She  kept herself in decent shape, and the fitness center where she worked out was full of twentysomethings eager to sleep with an older,classy woman.Class is such a relative word! She did not pay her lover, but  knew in order to keep him happy  bought him nice things. With no lights on he kept low to the ground. He picked this end of the house for the attack as the kitchen was close, and  guest bathroom was directly off the kitchen. Filling a small pitcher with cold water, he went back to his injured party. Relaxed sitting in the chair next to him I waited. I stared at him and smugly laughed. Vomit dripped from his open mouth, and  I found that funny. I wonder if the people whose lives he destroyed would love to see him now. His time in this world was limited, yet  first we would chat. I wanted some answers only he could give.

The sound of rushing water filled his ears, as his eyes fluttered and tried to focus. His head was pounding and his arms would not move.Self-control.In all instances in life you must remain composed. However, this was different. There was no composure to gravitate to. He knew he was fighting for his life. Careful not to make any sudden moves he slowly turned his head. Eyes focusing, he saw him. Black figure, with only his eyes present. Funny, they were actually warm and the bright blue orbs peered back at him.. Not the typical eyes of a deranged individual who had just beat you senseless! He attempted to talk but a gag forced a stifled yelp. His sense of time was lost in the darkness visible through the windows . The figure moved like a ghost behind him and he visibly stiffened. This was no break-in. If so this guy would have been long gone. The chair was abruptly jerked around, and face to face he came with his invader. "I have a couple of questions for you and I want straight answers” he said matter of factly. There was no rush of words or malice in his tone. It was as if he was talking to a good friend. "Before you get any ideas about rescue, let’s just say your wife should be on her second or third orgasm, and your alarm system has been deactivated. You need to  be more careful next time in hiding your alarm code the stranger admonished. Stevie Wonder could have found it" he chuckled at his own joke.He had been watching me, James thought. It was appalling that he also knew his bitch of a wife was having an affair. He knew it too and really did not care. At this moment the sight of her would have been love all over again!  "I am going to take the gag out and we will chat the stranger said. If you shout, or try to draw attention in any way, that beating earlier will be considered an appetizer. Do we understand?" he asked firmly. Slowly James shook his head as the rag was removed from his mouth. The odor of bile was strong and he gagged involuntarily. "There much better right? Now Mr. Greenberg question # 1; do you know how many people your company has ruined up to and including Dramster Corporation?" he asked blue eyes shining.