| Excerpt:
Kazinsky inhaled deeply of the rich, heady aroma that
surrounded her. He could smell her fear and it excited him. He looked back
at the Tart tied up in his back seat and grinned in anticipation.
"We're going to have some fun tonight my
little Tart. You picked the perfect outfit to capture my attention this
evening. You should be proud."
The little Tart had been prime for the
picking. She'd been wearing a short leather mini skirt; a fiery red tank top
with most of her assets hanging out than in and her shoes were strapless
black stilettos. They had to have been uncomfortable to wear but he admitted
they certainly made her look sexy.
He had one disappointment with his prize
this evening. She wasn't his usual type, her hair was too short and she was
a blonde. He consoled himself with the knowledge that the next girl would be
better, and there would be a next girl.
He laughed aloud at the thought of the
Policemen's incompetence. His victim whimpered in fright at the sound of his
voice bringing a smile to his lips. He started whistling an eerie tune just
for her and returned to his musing.
The poor police hadn't come even close to
finding out who he was, well until recently. They had someone new working on
his case and she was getting close. He wasn't sure how or why, but he knew a
woman had taken over the search. Finally they'd brought in someone worthy of
his time to play with.
"Don't worry my dear were almost home,
and then we can start having some real fun."
The frightened whimper he received in
answer sounded sweeter than champagne to his ears. He would take his time
with this one. |