“This weekend is cancelled so don’t bothershowing up at Grace Street.”

Elsa’s body shuddered from his words and hefelt a tinge of satisfaction from her reaction until she opened hermouth.

“I know what you’re trying to do – prove thatyou’re some cold-hearted, non-feeling asshole who has no lightwithin him. That’s just fine, Victor. Keep pushing me away, but I’malready invested in this game and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll justsee you on Tuesday. If not on that day, then on Wednesday. If noton that day, then next weekend. I can wait as long as you can holdout.”

Holy fuck this woman was impossible. Heground his teeth loudly and stomped out of the office and back tohis car. He had no time for this bullshit. As soon as he droveaway, he lit a cigarette. He had never smoked more than with Elsa.She was shredding away the layers of his cool exterior he had takenyears to build up.

He was too blinded with everything else thatwas going on his life to figure her out. Maybe he could use alittle help from his not-so-favorite convict and psychotherapist.He chuckled under his breath. Psycho was dead right. Helaughed louder. Dead. If only he had the nerve to put a hiton Anthony and all the other homicidal sociopaths in the world, agreat deal of his inner turmoil might be alleviated. Somedayperhaps. If things didn’t work out with being a criminal profiler,he could always become a vigilante. He smiled evilly at thesatisfying thought.

He took a long drag and blew is out slowly ashe calmed himself. The Cambridge Killer was out there and he hadmore important things to deal with than this obstinate littlewench. He would deal with her when he got back. In the meantime, hewould drop off his notes on her at the Virginia Pen for Ant toperuse. Hopefully he could offer some insight into what made hertick.

18:Obsession

Back in her apartment and in bed, Elsa rolledonto her side and eyed Victor’s manuscript that was on her bedsidetable. Reaching a hand out, she touched it like it was a long lostfriend. It held so much information; some of it useful, a greatamount of it disturbing, and all of it intriguing. Now that herweekend with Mr. Black was cancelled, she would have plenty of timeto read and she had every intention on finishing it and plottingout her course with Victor. She was going to break through to himif it killed her.

She dreamt of Mr. Black that night and hislightless, unfathomable eyes stabbing into her. Her sleep wasrestless. Between the bad dreams and the pain and heat throbbing inher thighs, she got only a few good hours of rest. Tired of theache in her thighs, she woke early on Saturday to take more painmedication.

After eating breakfast, she read through therest of Chapter Four. It was by far her favorite Chapter, even ifshe did detest what Jordan had done to his family. Victor may havethought he was ‘helping’ Jordan, but the fact was that Victorlearned a lot about himself during their eight weeks together. Itseemed to her that Jordan didn’t need help at all, other than tolearn to accept who and what he was: a gay man. She also couldn’thelp but feel a little sorry for the man for feeling as if he hadto live a life of lies. And his poor wife, she had no idea that theman she loved, married, and bore children to was onlypretending.

She suddenly felt a bond with the unknownwoman. Maybe Elsa, too, was a blind fool for thinking that Victorwas someone else when really, he was just pretending to be a niceguy and leading her on. Well, a nice guy on the rarest ofoccasions.

Still fascinated with Mr. Black’s encounterwith Jordan, she reread his final thoughts.

Chapter 4

Closing Thoughts:

All things test subject related must come toan end eventually. You have satiated my curiosity and it is time tomove on. Our time together will not be forgotten any time soon norwill the feeling of your strong embrace. I truly hate to send youon your way as I will miss our intense fuck sessions, but it allboils down to my inability to help you, though it’s not for lack oftrying on my part. Getting you to accept who you are has proven toomonumental a task for the both of us. You will never admit toyourself or your family who you really are despite my less thanethical means of trying to make that happen.

I wish you no ill will, but rather, I hopesomeday you can fully acknowledge your true sexuality. Life is tooshort to do otherwise. This was a learning experience for me aswell and I know with certainty that I cannot refute who I am anymore than you can reject your feelings toward other men. Largelydue to this liaison, I understand on a deeper level the attractionand connection felt between same sex partners, the sharedsentiments, likes and dislikes, etc.

Will I take on another male test subject? Ihave no inclination to do so at this time. I prefer the company ofa woman and everything that the female body and mind offers me.Namely, allowing me to live up to my full potential as a dominantmale and, quite frankly, my thirst for pussy.

Not that you didn’t permit me to exert mypower over you or hinder my dominance, C4. Quite the contrary; thecontrol and authority you allowed me were compelling in their ownright. I owned every fuckable inch of you during our time togetherand there is no denying that I will miss and dream of your ass andmouth often.

That being said, I am not opposed to theidea of taking on another male for experimental purposes as Ibelieve in always keeping my options open, especially if it meansinformation can be gained while my twisted needs are met.

The rest of Saturday afternoon and eveningwas spent with her nose buried in Mr. Black’s chronicles. Elsafound Chapter Three to be spoiled and temperamental, and she had adifficult time connecting with this particular ‘subject.’ Shedidn’t even feel remotely sorry for what Mr. Black had put thewoman through, including caging her at one point. It was clear tosee, at least to Elsa, that Anissa didn’t want to be helped. Shesimply wanted Victor Laurenzo’s full and undivided attention. Thatpart Elsa could understand and sympathize with completely.

As she read each Chapter and worked her wayto the beginning of where it all started, it was fascinating to seeMr. Black’s lack of experience show itself. Whereas he wasconfident with his methods and punishment in Chapter Seven, inChapter Three, he questioned himself and even his motives. He eventended to be more lenient with her than the later Chapters.

Annoyed with Anissa, she skimmed most of hernotes. Just about ready to give up and jump to the end, she wasjolted when she came upon a riveting and telling paragraph.

Weekend 6:

The morning started as per usual – a faircock sucking followed by a less than memorable fucking. I findmyself becoming bored with you. Your antics are never-ending, yourtantrums continue when some perceived wrong has been perpetrated onyou or you haven’t gotten your way… Blah, blah, blah. This has allbeen said before. Why am I keeping you around?

Your overreaction Sunday night put thingsinto perspective for me. When I spoke of our time coming to an end,you hinted at ending your life. Was your threat real? You’ve criedwolf so many times about so many other things, I have no idea. Nordo I care. However, the question lingers in my mind: do I reallyhold that kind of power over you? It’s a frightening andintoxicating thought.

I can’t help but wonder if this is how myfather felt when he did those heinous things – Godly. If I had saidthe word go , would you have obeyed andslit your wrists? Something deep inside of me wanted to tell you,yes, go ahead, do it , just so I couldwatch you slowly bleed out. I fully realize that my disturbingthoughts are not to be taken lightly, yet there is no one I canspeak with about these feelings. If I admitted any of this, I wouldbe cast out of my job and labeled as psychotic. Or worse, asociopath. But then, one bad seed breeds another. In my case, I gota double dose of bad.