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[Editor's Note: You Can read the first part of this series here- Monster in my head]

‘Give a man an inch he’ll take a mile….' True as shit.

I think to myself while absentmindedly stroking the straight silky hair on her sleeping head.

Last night was nice, like many before it. Still can’t remember her bloody name.

Not long ago I was a sorry pile of raging hormones, watching, waiting for an opportunity to sink myself balls deep in anything that would let me. Things are different now, or that’s what I’d like to believe. I am no more a sorry pile of hormones, oh no. Hormones are still there and the murderous urge- the want for more. But not sorry or sad.

I was a fool to hold myself back or think the monster in me would be satisfied once it was let out. So wrong was I. Like I said earlier, give a man an inch he’ll take a mile. Now it knows it can get what it wants. Its hungry, always hungry. It has changed me in a way I cannot properly explain. I fancy myself as some super hero who was exposed to some horny radiation. Ha ha ha. But I am far from a Hero. My mind would make the skin of the most vicious Super Villain crawl.

How different am I from any other walking pair of balls and a dick , looking for its next fuck? Verry verry fucking different!

Why is she waking up? Don't get up. I want to sit like this for some more time. Your hair is nice. Don't get up!

"Master, please do it again."



"Shut up."



I see things different , feel different, with just once objective in mind. I want more. It..wants more. For example I enter a public place, be it a shop, mall, café and I am already aware of things, things my friends or the people I am with realize much later. I have already noticed exactly how many girls there are, what they are wearing and have already pictured them not wearing anything. Who they are with. They have been rated, and its already decided who is worth a second glance. I know exactly where I want to sit, where I want to stand to have the perfect vantage point. To see but not be seen. My friends notice the hottie 3 tables away in the corner… too late idiots. They twist and turn their neck to get a glimpse, but discrete they are not. I am the monster but I seem to be the least interested. And I don't know why, but my prey likes it.

Be it anywhere there is always a way to watch to observe to collect information. Some old school some not. That’s when you use strategy, use your surroundings.

Mirrors. We live in a world of mirrors. Anywhere you go you find mirrors. Shops , restaurants, malls even elevators. Sometimes I wonder, these interior decorators are either really smart or completely out of ideas, but hey why mess with a good thing. Oh I bow to thee who decided to put them on the ceiling of places. A virgin will be sacrificed in your honor.

"Sir, it is hurting a little."



"Don't you like it swthrt?"



"Yes..mmm.."



But once in a while I like to fuck it all and just look. Make the hair on her neck stand. She can sense it. It does not have to be a long , hard look but just enough time and intensity to make her conscious of my presence. Make her squirm.

Sometimes when I spot those road side assholes ogling some poor girl in the most desperate and cheapest way possible I have to literally fight the urge to bash his face into a bloody pulp, till I have one of his teeth sticking out from between my knuckles. Don’t get me wrong. Its not just respect for the poor damsel in distress, its also the pure hate for the weak, the unimaginative. That Fucking Noob.

"Please, enough. Please…"



My methods may not be mine alone. Of course not. After all necessity is the mother of invention or in my case perversion is the mother of innovation, adaptation, my evolution. Rule one- There are others like you. She just doesn't know it yet. Help her…like I do.

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