I follow her every night, 8 o’clock she comes home from work. First she stops at the convient store picking up personal hygiene, or a drink, Saratoga Water. She walks down to apartment on 5th Ave. at 8:05 gets her keys out, and goes inside. It takes her about 12 seconds to take the keys from her pockets, raise them to the keyhole, turn them, and unlock her door. I’ve timed myself, from the second i run out of the bushes and make it to the door its 7 seconds. I’ve practiced everyday while shes at work perfecting my technique to make sure there are no kinks in my plan. November 25 i woke up and prepared to execute my plan i’ve so long fantisized about. 8:05 on the dot she arrives to her door and begins the unlocking process. I sprint out of the bushes, its like muscle memory at this point im so sure if myself i even crack a smile. My body collides with hers just as the door opens, a flawless execution. She screams, but its already too late i have my hands wrapped around her mouth, my fingers pushing down her velvet smooth throat letting her taste my calloused fingers. I push her into her living room, I know the layout of her house to i effortlessly turn on the lamp while holding down her squirming body. She kicks at me, but im in such a euphoria of extacy i barely recognise the hits. I rip of her pants with an animalistic fury, craving to taste her like i dreamed about for the last 7 years. I bury my face in her thighs, getting too worked up i accidently bite drawing blood that stains my mouth with its salty taste and sends it running down in beads of red down her, soft and porcelain like skin. Shes crying uncontrollably, but not fighting back too hard anymore so i climb on top and forcefully enter her as she screams my erection only grows harder. I cant controll myself the next couple minutes are a blur of extacy induced rage of me defiling this perfect woman like ive so hard desired. I see red i can no longer controll myself, she cries as i cut her while still pushing in and out of her perfect body, but i cant stop the blood mixed with her fear and crys give me the most joy ive ever felt. finally i lose it and strangle her laughing the whole time overcome with emotion of love and euphoria. Her lifeless body laying beneth me looks as stunning as she was when she was alive. A perfect specimen perserved forever in her beautiful youth. I got 4 more hours to make love to her before the police came. I would recall those perfect 4 hours but its all a daze of me worshipping her godlike body and the high that only come from a dream come true. They think locking me up will punish me for what i did, but they only game me more time to go over the memories in my head, to relive them, and to feel that high all over again.