Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

[darkangel76]

The clock struck three and Cecilee was still lost in the music, her slender fingers moving swiftly, gently over the piano keys as her mind drifted with the sweet melody that filled the small room. Her reverie was soon interrupted by the harsh knock on the door causing her to jump, a tiny squeak erupting from her as she quickly took her hands off the piano and moved them to cover her mouth. She pushed her glasses up her nose and then tucked some of her dark hair behind an ear and smiled.

"That time already?" Cecilee more said to herself than asked. Letting out a sigh, she pushed away from the piano feeling a sense of loss, but knowing her day was wrapping up and that her friend was arriving to pick her up.

Friday was her early day and Cecilee had promised Trisha that she'd go out for coffee, well tea in her case as she couldn't stand the bitter taste of coffee. And the time had finally come. The students had gone and the others at the studio were slowly leaving for the day, packing things up, wiping down the larger instruments and locking away the smaller ones that stayed behind. Pursing her lips, she stood up and somewhat reluctantly walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Cecilee!" Trisha started, her bubbly personality already spilling out all over.

"Hi, Trish," Cecilee answered. "Can't believe it's three already." She looked down at the floor and clasped her hands together in front of her, letting them rest against her jean-clad thighs.

"Told you I'd be here at three o'clock sharp!" the dark haired girl replied. Trisha smiled warmly and adjusted her own glasses. She and Cecilee could easily pass for sisters and often times were thought to be so when seen together.

"I know," Cecilee said, a tiny smile working its way over her lips.

"There's the smile!" Trisha exclaimed. "Shall we go?" she added arching a brow.

Cecilee nodded, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She then began to head toward the front door of the studio so that the two could walk to the nearby coffee shop for their little get together before finally heading home for the day. Home. What a nice thought that was. But, she had to get through her little outing first. She supposed it wouldn't be too bad. After all, Trisha meant well and was friendly. She'd always been kind and a good friend, the sort that had her back and was there for her when things got bad or she felt down.

It didn't take long for the two girls to reach the coffee shop. Once there, they placed their orders—Trisha ordering a rather indulgent coffee drink while Cecilee kept it simple, a nice chai tea latte. Once they got their drinks, they found some seats and settled down knowing they'd be there for a little while.

 

[McD]

Hank sat quietly in his desk chair. He had grown fond of Fridays, watching Cecilee from a small set of monitors as she plays. The studio was the easiest room to plant cameras so far. For months now he had watched her, followed her, and even been with in feet of her, He just couldn't take the last step.

The Kettle boiling over woke him from his day dream, not once had he indulged in tea, being more of a coffee man himself. He did feel that drinking it and knowing Cecilee enjoyed it, made him feel closer. As he poured the hot water into his mug, he surveyed the room. Just four walls and two bare bulbs for light. Much of the walls covered with photos of Cecilee, he kept his favorites over the claw foot bathtub. His latest Target lay on the bare concrete floor. Her arms bound up to her elbows and ankles hobbled with a block of wood. As with any of the fourteen girls before, she is nude, and sleeping. He's had her for 3 nights now and knows he needs to get rid of her.

He watches intently as Trisha stands in the door way. The cameras are with out sound and he regrets that choice. As Cecilee leaves he can feel a bit of regret. He enjoyed playing piano music on Fridays and pretending it was her playing.

He calmly turns on the water and moves to the dry cleaning bag. An elegant black dress, conservative by most assumptions, but allowing the curves of a woman show through. The Target had worn it the night he grabbed her, he knew it would look great for Cecilee's upcoming recital. He had a silver and platinum braided necklace with a small ruby held by tiny wings from the previous Target.

He carefully boxes the items up and writes in a note "For your Recital" and signs it "H.A.J" and moves to stop the drip of the tub.

He picks the young girl off of the floor and lowers her into the water. She becomes slightly lucid as the cold water touches her skin. Her eyes show terror as her head is submerged. Hanks powerful hands easily hold her under.

"Shhh Shhhh" He talks to know one, fixated on a picture of Cecilee at a local park holding a flower.

Minutes pass and he can tell the girl is gone, he undresses and slides into the bathtub with her. "Do you think Cecilee will like the gift we gave her?" He pets the limp girls hair and holds her in the freezing water.

He stays like that staring at pictures and talking to himself. He gets up and dresses, wrapping the body in plastic to be moved to his hiding spot. He grabs the box and drives the two hours back to town, and drops it into the mail.

"I hope she likes it" he says in his mind.

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee only half listened to Trisha as they sat there sipping their beverages. Her mind was drifting, thinking on the music she'd been playing back at the studio before Trisha had come to fetch her. The piece she'd been playing was one she was practicing for her upcoming recital. She along with a couple others at the studio were putting on a concert to help promote it, to give them visibility and hopefully pull in more students. The turn out was usually fairly decent from year to year and it typically did well on spreading the word of what they had to offer.

"You're not listening, are you," Trisha stated, her lips pursed into a pout.

"I...I'm sorry," Cecilee said softly, her cheeks tingeing a shade of pink. Her blue eyes shifted to look at the floor as she brought her cup to her lips to take a sip of her tea. "I'm just thinking about my recital."

"That's next week. Isn't it?" Trisha asked, genuinely curious.

Cecilee nodded and smiled, her eyes moving to look back at her friend. "It is." She let out a soft sigh and brought her legs up onto the soft chair she was sitting upon.

"I know!" Trisha exclaimed. "Let's go shopping for a dress for you!"

Immediately, Cecilee winced, a soft groan resonating in her throat. The idea of shopping wasn't a pleasant one and doing it with Trisha...? Well, the girl had a way of making the task take hours.

"I don't know," Cecilee replied, reluctance evident in her voice. She took another sip of her tea. "I should probably practice."

Trisha scowled. "Oh, you'll have plenty of time for that! What's one day!"

Frowning, Cecilee just nodded her head in agreement. Trish just smiled broadly, the clear look of victory plastered all over her face.

The next day, Cecilee woke up rather irritable. She knew that Trisha would be arriving early to pick her up so that they could go shopping. The very idea of having to go out a be her 'doll' wasn't setting well and she was desperately trying to figure out a way to bail. Unfortunately, every excuse she'd tried to throw at her hadn't worked. She'd seen through it completely.

Finally, Trisha arrived and buzzed her doorbell. Cecilee answered and tried her best to smile.

"Don't look so grumpy!" Trisha admonished.

Cecilee just glared and pushed at her glasses, her dark hair pulled up into a sloppy knot. "You worry about having to try on a slew of dresses that you know will look terrible on you so, in the end, you'll have wasted your day entirely." She frowned and hugged her arms about her middle.

"Oh, it won't be that bad. I promise!" Trisha said excitedly, her dark eyes sparkling.

Cecilee just shook her head and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. In no way did she believe her. Every time she was dragged out to shop...she came home empty handed. She had no reason to believe this time would be any different. Store after store...the two meandered in and out, Cecilee trying on this dress and that. Each and every one not satisfying her tastes...or Trisha's. They walked around for a few hours before Cecilee just couldn't take it any longer.

"I think this trip is a bust, Trish," Cecilee stated, sighing lightly as her hand clutched her bag.

"I guess," Trisha responded with a shrug. "Sorry for bringing you out."

"It's all right," Cecilee said, her tone light, trying to make it known she wasn't too angry with her friend.

After Cecilee was dropped off, she decided to check her mail. She went to her mailbox and opened it up with her key. Inside was a package. She quirked a brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"What's this?" Cecilee asked herself out loud. She pulled the package out of her box and brought it up to her apartment where she could open it up without issue.

Carefully, Cecilee opened the package and her blue eyes widened at what she saw. Inside was a dress—a beautiful black dress—that seemed to be about her size along with a necklace. Her smile broadened when she saw the note and her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

Cecilee immediately went to try on the dress, changing quickly so that she could see how it looked on her body. She didn't know how, but...it fit her perfectly. And the necklace was the perfect accent jewelry. Her breath hitched in her throat and she gasped after she looked at reflection staring back at herself in the mirror. She then took the hair tie out of her hair and let her dark hair fall loosely about her shoulders.

"Ohh..." Cecilee said softly, never having seen herself look this nice before. Her cheeks flushed even more, her thoughts wandering, wondering who might have sent her such a nice gift...who would've known or cared.

'An admirer,' Cecilee thought, her lips still curved in a smile. 'I must have a secret admirer.'

As that thought began to swim around Cecilee's head, she felt the slightest bit of warmth begin to work its way along her skin while a tiny flutter of excitement began to form in her tummy.

 

[McD]

Hank sat staring at the wall of his penthouse, despite a couch, two chairs, and a bed, the place was very minimal. The only bit of technology he kept was a large TV, his phone, and computer. Since hunting Cecilee he had upgraded almost all of his cameras and other tools of the trade.

The motion sensor he placed by her door beeped, and he immediately turned on his TV. There in bright vivid color was Cecilee, her surprised smile on her face. I watched intently as she opened the package, switching from camera to camera, hunting for the best view possible.

As she undressed he felt something he hadn't in along time, with out a kill. Watching her body and how unsure, yet graceful, she moves, the remarkable form of her figure vulnerable and mostly naked. He was aroused, and slightly ashamed of it. He quickly turned his head, then looked back to see her in his dress. She was amazing.

It didn't take long for him to realize, she would be his hardest target. He had others he had watched and decided for now Cecilee will have to wait. He went to his computer and pulled up her email. He sat staring at the screen for ages then, finally wrote.

"You look amazing in the dress" and signed H.A.J

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The night was unusually cold, Hank had been waiting for Anna to arrive back from work. He had climbed the six stories of her fire escape and let himself in. He had her in his sights for a few weeks now. Young Mid 20's average body, average job, lived alone, no pets and no boyfriend. She was easy to get close to being an employee at the local mall.

He heard her key in the door and his senses heightened. He lived for this moment, the calming feeling of being a predator inside his prey's den. She walked into the room absentmindedly, unknowing of her fate.

Hank waited until she was in her bedroom and undressing, as her skirt came down he slid in behind her. Covering her mouth with a leather glove and whispering in her ear. "Cecilee will love your shoes" The blade moves slow against her back and with a powerful thrust enters, cutting her spinal cord in two.

The girl goes limp and Hank starts staging her. Cleaning his mess and placing her on her bed for her final sleep. He grabs the open toe 2/12 black heals that would look great on Cecilee, kisses Anna on the forehead. And exits through the front door.

He spends the night preparing a box for Cecilee, and staring at his computer screen for a reply from her.

 

[darkangel76]

Feeling pretty and a bit excited over the notion of having an admirer, Cecilee turned to look at the note that came with the package: 'For your recital.' And it was signed H.A.J. She tilted her head and smiled shyly as she began to walk back over to where the letter was so that she could pick it up, hold it in her hands. She knew it was silly, but she wanted to make this feeling last, to make sure it was truly real. Giggling softly, she reached for the note when, suddenly, she heard her laptop computer, along with her cell phone, beep.

Cecilee jumped slightly and then laughed to herself. Picking up the note, she held it tightly and pressed it against her lips before dropping her hands to her sides. The note, however, was still held firmly against her palm. Slowly, she walked over to her laptop to see what just came in. From the indicator sound, she'd gotten new mail. Gently, she pulled out her chair and sat down, setting the note aside on the desk. As she opened the tab for her mail, her blue eyes blinked several times over.

"Wh-what?" Cecilee said softly, her mouth falling open. Immediately, she began looking from left to right. Her one window had the curtains pulled open and she placed a hand over her chest.

Standing up, Cecilee made her way over to her window, peering outside from behind the glass to see who just might be outside and looking in. Biting down on her lower lip, she was uncertain if she should close the curtain or... Slowly, she stepped back, the curtain left as it was...open. With reddened cheeks, she walked back over to her laptop and sat down, her finger moving gently, though furiously over the keys much like they did when she played piano.

Thank you for the dress. It's lovely.

Cecilee paused and pushed her glasses up her nose, her dark hair falling slightly in front of her face. She sat up a little, her tummy fluttering as her heart beat fast, her breath catching as she felt her hands begin to tremble.

Are you watching me now?

Cecilee heard herself squeak as she typed out the question, her cheeks flushing redder than before. Swallowing hard, she turned to look at her open window allowing anyone outside a peek into her apartment and then quickly pressed 'Send' before she could change what she'd typed. Once the thing had been sent, she bit down on her lip and buried her face in her arms as she as she laid her head down against her desk, thoroughly embarrassed, but also enjoying the fact that someone—for once—actually took notice of her.

 

[McD]

Hank fell asleep before receiving a reply. His alarm clock started it's low buzz at 4:45am, he rose silently from his bed and dressed himself for his morning run. Usually he'd only go for about three miles, on the morning after a hunt he always seemed more alive and energized. He decided to extend his run to 5 miles.

His morning shower stung, as the fall's cool air made his skin sensitive. He didn't mind, liking the awakening feeling it gave him. 'It's going to start getting cold again' he thought aloud as he stepped onto the heated bathroom floor and combed his hair, before wrapping a towel around his waste. He could see the alert beeping on his cellphone of a pending message. He didn't want to check it until he was ready for the day.

Breakfast was always simple for him, 2 hard boiled eggs, cup of yogurt with granola, apple and coffee, black. He settled up to the island counter in his kitchen and sipped coffee silently as he pulled his computer over to check messages.

His hand shakes momentarily as he sees Cecilee actually replied; "are you watching me now?" he mouthes the words to himself. In a moments notice he went from in control and distant, to involved and too close. He shut his computer and paced wondering if she needed to go now, or if he should break contact.

With a determined bite of his apple he clicks the TV on and in low sunlight he realizes Cecilee had fallen asleep at her computer desk. Her dark hair draped over her face, her back slowly rising and fallen. 'Did she fall asleep waiting for me?'

He grabs his phone and types out a very simple email. "You're going to be late. Sleeping at your desk is bad for your posture. The weather is colder than expected, wear your red pea coat and a hat, it might rain." He signs the email and quickly sends it, watching to see if the ding wakes her. Sipping his coffee

 

[darkangel76]

The minutes ticked by as Cecilee rested her head against her arms, her face warm as she waited anxiously for a reply. She thought about her open window, the beautiful gift she'd received—she was still wearing the dress, the airy fabric cool and luxurious against her pale skin—the note, the email... She knew it was a bit crazy, but a part of her was hoping for a quick response, for...something. As she waited, the minutes seeming to drag out longer and longer, her eyes began to grow heavy and soon thereafter she fell asleep.

Cecilee awoke with a start when her email and phone both went off alterting her that she had a new message. She immediately sat up, her blue eyes blinking away the sleep and grogginess. Stifling a yawn, she leaned forward and saw the new reply was from the very same 'Sender' who'd sent the earlier message—H.A.J. Smiling slightly, she perked up a bit more and adjusted her glasses. Glancing over at her window, she bit down on her lip.

"Day already?" Cecilee asked out loud, clearly not having meant to fall asleep at her desk.

Licking her lips, Cecilee turned back to her laptop and read the new email, her tummy fluttering as each word registered in her mind. Her question had gone unanswered, her head tilting slightly while her thoughts went wild, wondering if that was done on purpose. Though she was explicitly told that the weather was colder and what to wear to prepare for it. As she continued to stare at the screen, she nodded, her hands trembling as she brought them to meet the keys and type another reply.

You're right. It won't happen again.

Cecilee could feel her cheeks getting hot as she typed, the heat sweeping down along her neck and across her chest. Again, she turned and glanced toward her open window. Biting down on her lip, she looked back at her laptop.

Thank you for telling me about the weather. I will wear the coat and hat you suggested.

At that, Cecilee quickly clicked 'Send'. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding it for a moment before finally exhaling slowly. She felt giddy and strange and was certain that not even Trisha would understand the feelings coursing through her right then. Smiling, she got up and went to change out of the dress and into something to start the day. It was Saturday and though she didn't have work, she'd had an appointment to practice at the recital hall for a couple hours without anyone to interrupt—no colleagues, no students...just peace and quiet. She was to be let in at 8am sharp, which meant she had very little time to get ready. Fortunately, the hall wasn't far away.

Quickly, Cecilee dressed herself, choosing a pair of black slacks that showed off her figure in a tasteful way. Her top was blue and she accented the outfit with sapphire earrings and black ballet flats. She grabbed the red pea coat per her instructions along with a hat and even an umbrella. Slinging her bag over her shoulder—music and all—she was ready to head out to practice.

It didn't take Cecilee long to reach the recital hall, the place only being a few blocks from her apartment. But for the entire duration of her walk, she couldn't help but notice how gray the sky appeared and how cold the air felt as the wind blew against her tiny frame. This H.A.J. had been correct. It most definitely was colder than expected and looked like it would rain and she was sure she felt a few sprinkles as she made her way to her destination. Once she arrived, she rang the buzzer alerting whoever was on call to let her in so that she could get to the piano and play. She only had a couple hours and she wanted to make the most of them.

 

[McD]

Hank took his time, he knew Cecilee would be at the study for hours. The wall to her window was rather easy to scale compared to others he had done in recent history. This was not his first time in her apartment, and he strangely felt invited, and possibly needed here. He sat on her hard pokey futon, looked through her fridge. He pondered 'why a woman so opposed to coffee, has a coffee maker in her kitchen?'

He looked through her closet, and sniffed her very limited selection of perfumes. He loved every scent, and every touch of the fabric of her clothes. This. This, was a different type of hunt.

He found her day planner and flipped to today's date. In cute curvy letters 'Drinks with Trisha' was written. Hank pondered for a moment...Then started rummaging through her clothing.

He gently laid out a navy blue skirt that would hang below her knees, it was flowing and reminded him of her hair. The slightly ruffled red blouse would expose a tasteful amount of her cleavage, but not to make her look cheap. He struggled finding any make up for her, preferring her natural beauty to most shades. He settled on a slight red lip stick. Nothing more was need for her face. The shoes were easy, he laid out a matching ballet flat to her dress.

He hesitated to go further, wondering how far he could go into this, new hunt. He shook it off and decided might as well go for broke.

He found tucked in her drawer a pair of cute boy cut lace black panties, with a tiny red bow on the front. And too his surprise there was a matching bra. 'Must not be such the loner' he half chuckled to himself.

Topping it off he reached into his pocket to find an old matchbook from 'The Regent' a higher end bar and cigar club he was known to visit. He scribbled in tiny letters.

"Wear this tonight, I'll see you there" and placed the matchbook inside her planner on today's date.

He took one last look at the staged outfit and climbed back down her window. Vanishing.

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee practiced her pieces in the quiet solitude of the recital hall. It was nice having no students or meeting to interrupt her and the sound of the music as it reverberated off the wall of the vast room were rich and warm and lovely. It sent jolts of excitement along her skin, causing her to shiver each time she took pause. Oh how she loved to play, but mainly to an empty room. She pushed up her glasses, her blue eyes scanning the empty seats and she let out a tiny sigh of relief seeing that each seat held no one in them.

It would be different next weekend...

Biting down on her lip, Cecilee knew she'd get over her nerves. Somehow, she always did. But, it wasn't something she could do on a daily basis or, hell, even a frequent one. It was why she was pursuing teaching in the first place. Performance always frightened her, but she knew it was essential, at least on some level. And right now the studio she worked at needed her to be able to do so. It was just one concert and she had to pull herself together.

"Right," Cecilee mumbled to herself, her body shaking just a bit as she thought about the upcoming performance. She looked down at her hands, resting gently on the black and white keys—slender fingers ready to play at any moment. Immediately, she thought on the dress waiting for her back home, that lovely frock she'd received in the mail. Just then, she couldn't help but smile, her cheeks reddening at the thought of wearing it.

Cecilee wondered if H.A.J. would come to see her play, if she'd be able to pick him out in the crowd if he did. She giggled to herself just then. Oh, what was she doing? Fantasizing over someone who'd sent her a present! Someone she didn't know, never saw! Yet... he watched her.

She knew he did. Cecilee thought about her open window, the one she planned to leave open from now on.

After Cecilee finished up at the recital hall, she gathered up her things, put on her red pea coat and hat and began the trek back home. The weather was still just as cold as it had been earlier on. She shuddered and let out a tiny sound as she clutched her bag closer, her face turning up toward the sky. She squinted a little and smiled as a few sprinkles kissed her face.

When Cecilee opened the door of her apartment, she removed her shoes and hung up her coat. She then headed into her bedroom so that she could set down her bag and perhaps rest a moment before meeting up with Trisha later on. Her friend meant well and had a notion that she didn't get out enough. Though she really didn't want to go through with this little outing, she felt badly and decided to oblige her.

As Cecilee went into her room, she suddenly halted, her bag dropping from her grip and landing upon the floor with a soft thud. There on her bed she saw an entire outfit laid out for her. Immediately, her heart began to race and her mouth went bone dry. Without hesitation she turned to look at her window and headed toward it. Upon reaching it she noticed that the thing was unlocked and completely undamaged. Her cheeks felt warm and she raised a hand to touch one with her fingers. Backing away slowly, she moved back toward her bed and looked at what had been laid out.

The outfit was beautiful, well thought out and something she'd be comfortable wearing. Cecilee glanced around and noticed her planner on her desk. It was lying just a bit differently than how she'd left it last. Biting down on her lip, she slowly moved toward it, daring to pick it up. There was something stuck in the pages so she opened it and there was a matchbook.

"'The Regent'?" Cecilee said aloud as she took the matchbook out and looked at it quizzically. There was writing on it, her blue eyes widening at the sight of it and it matched the scrawl of the letter from the previous note she'd gotten from H.A.J. Her planner forgotten, she dropped it onto her bed and sat down looking at the matchbook, reading over the words again and again and again.

H.A.J. was going to be there. He was going tobethere!

Cecilee knew what it meant and she just nodded to no one, her hands clutching the matchbook tightly.

The next couple hours seemed horrendously long as Cecilee did things about her apartment. She cleaned and spruced up the place to help pass the time, sipped some tea, read some more of her book... She even tried to take a nap. But none of that worked. Finally, it was getting close to the time she'd be meeting up with Trisha. Licking her lips, she glanced over at her open window and smiled, her cheeks flushed as she gathered up the clothes, panties and bra—even the lipstick—and headed into her bathroom.

Cecilee carefully laid everything out and turned on the shower, adjust the water to just the right temperature. Once satisfied, she undressed herself and let her clothes from the day fall into a heap on the floor and slowly stepped inside. She washed her hair thoroughly, working a thick lather into her dark hair. After rinsing that out, she took the time to condition her hair as well. She then washed her face, followed by her body. The soap smelled nice and felt good as she scrubbed it all over her pale skin. She took the time to shave, grooming herself even though there wasn't anyone special in her life, though she couldn't help but think of H.A.J. and his messages, her face burning with embarrassment as she pushed that out of her head for being so silly.

Or was it?

Oh, Cecilee hardly knew. But entertaining the notion of someone even remotely showing interest, even a little...was nice. She knew Trisha would hardly approve!

As Cecilee rinsed the soap from her body, her hands moving over each part with great care, she took one last rinse and turned off the water. She stepped out and shivered as the cold air hit her skin, quickly toweled dry, wrapping up her hair as she made to dress herself in the outfit picked out by H.A.J. Once dressed—panties and all—she put on the lipstick and then did her hair. After everything was as she wanted it, she left her bathroom and grabbed her flats, slipping them on. She walked over to her mirror and peered at herself, wondering if H.A.J. would approve. The thought made her blush, avert her eyes as she pushed up her glasses in a shy motion.

At that, Cecilee left her bedroom, bag in hand, and went to get her coat—the red one—and went outside to wait for Trisha, knowing she'd be by any moment to get her so that they could go and get their drinks.

 

[McD]

The bar was crowded, as it usually is on a Saturday. Hank sat in the over stuffed booth in the back, his hands cupping a Middleton as he absorbed the crowd.

Spotting Trisha and Cecilee wasn't difficult, his eyes were like a hawk waiting for a very important mouse to come into view. She looked amazing as she draped her coat over the stole and sat down. They flipped through the menu, he had described her to a T to the bartender. Who upon receiving a nod from Hank, did as he instructed.

He smiled warmly as he turned to grab a single white rose and hand it to Cecilee. "Ladies your drinks and food have been taking care of for the evening." He didn't waste time in handing two glasses of white wine to both girls, and waited. Hank had paid handsomely to remain anonymous, and the bartender was known to be discrete.

Hank grabbed his coat and headed out the door. He made certain to walk right past her, his fingers graced her coat and dropped a note into her pocket. "You look wonderful, HAJ"

He didn't bother scaling her wall, this time of night no one was around on a saturday. Hank simply picked her apartment lock and let himself in. He had cracked her computer password long ago and tonight he figured out a use for it, he installed a one way communicator that allowed access to her camera and personal chat.

He laid the box containing her Gift on her bed and slipped back into the night.

At his penthouse her poured another glass of scotch and waited watching his computer screen for her to enter the room. He felt a rush as she walked in finally.

He simply typed "Undress and put on your new gift for bed" He hit send on the chat and waited. She had to notice her camera being on. Hank sipped slowly on the scotch, almost nervous.

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee followed Trisha into the bar. Normally such places made her uncomfortable, but, for the first time, she found herself willing to venture inside, both willing and daring to take the chance just knowing that H.A.J. was more than likely somewhere inside. As they stepped inside and made their way to their seats, she couldn't help but scan the place, trying her best to pick out who he might be. Oh, what would such a man look like? The very thought made her feel hot, her cheeks reddening almost instantly.

"You all right?" Trisha asked, quirking a brow. "You seem a bit...I don't know...off." The girl pursed her lips as she sat down.

Cecilee just pushed at her glasses and stared at the floor as she draped her coat over her stool, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she sat down in awkward silence. Finally, looking over at Trisha, she just shrugged and giggled nervously. "Maybe it's just nerves. My recital is coming up and I practiced earlier today, I..." Her voice trailed and she peered out into the crowd once again, trying to figure out who was H.A.J.

"What's going on with you?" Trisha asked, her tone a bit more serious.

Feeling a bit cornered and not wanting to share her business just yet, Cecilee just looked at her friend and frowned. "I..." she began, but her words were cut off. Just then the bartender approached and leaned forward, interrupting the conversation. She let out a sigh of relief, her eyes immediately going to the rose.

Cecilee's heart began to pound, her breath catching in her throat. The man in front of her and Trisha didn't need to say anything more. She knew who it was from. Her H.A.J. Oh, where was he?

Trisha looked over at Cecilee, her hand moving to touch her arm. "What's this?" she asked softly watching her friend's face tinge redder and redder in the dim lighting. "You vixen!" she exclaimed as she lightly nudged her.

"Please, it's not like that," Cecilee explained. "Just an admirer."

"Oh?" Trisha asked. "Do tell!" Her face was one of sheer excitement, wanting to hear all the gossip. "Leave out no details!"

"There's not much to tell," Cecilee said. She knew she couldn't tell Trisha everything. Her friend just wouldn't understand. "He's heard me play before is all. Just wants to show me support."

Trisha let out an exasperated sigh. "And hear I thought you might actually have something." She leaned against her hand and made eyes at the bartender, giving him a wink. "Well then, I guess this means I have the freedom to set you up with someone."

Cecilee winced. "No no. I..."

"I thought so!" Trisha exclaimed.

Cecilee hung her head. "It's just that it's new," she said, unsure of what else to say and more than wanting Trisha to back off. She just hoped word of her white lie didn't reach H.A.J. After all, they weren't an 'item'. Were they? She hardly knew. She just knew how she felt each time she got one of his messages or gifts.

Feeling uncertain, Cecilee then reached in her coat for her phone to check on the time. As she did, she noticed something else was in the pocket—a note. She couldn't help but smile as she pulled it out. She glanced at it, reading the words slowly, letting them burn into her mind. In one tiny moment, she went from feeling unsure to confident. If only H.A.J would show himself...

After a while, Cecilee finally convinced Trisha that it was time to go home. She was tired and had more than enough of the bar scene. The chatter of the people, the odd lighting, all of it...it was playing with her senses and she wanted to leave. But, more importantly, she was disappointed that she didn't get to actually interact with H.A.J. Though at least his note had cheered her up.

When Cecilee walked inside, she kicked off her shoes and walked into her bedroom. She glanced over at her open window and smiled, a hand moving to cover her face as she blushed shyly. Setting down her bag, her blue eyes were suddenly drawn to the box on her bed.

"What?" Cecilee said softly, quickly moving to see what was inside. She opened it and inside was a powder blue and pale pink frock, a lacy bit of lingerie that was soft against her fingers as she held it. The heat in her cheeks only grew and as she looked it over. Swallowing hard, she then glanced over at her laptop. There was a new message waiting for her and she felt her hands begin to shake, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Slowly, Cecilee stood up, lingerie in hand. She walked over to her laptop and read the message and gasped.

"Oh...my..." Cecilee whispered, her hands clutching the outfit tightly. She then turned to glance out her window and then back at her laptop. The light indicator was turned on, which meant her webcam was on. She bit down on her lip, her heart hammering hard beneath her breast. "I..." she began, but she never finished her sentence. Instead, she just nodded, her eyes fixed on the little light.

Cecilee stood up, her eyes staring at the light while her hands went to work. She pulled down her skirt first, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it completely. Next, she pulled off her top and she stood there before her laptop in only her bra and panties. Licking her lips, she sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, shakily. She took off her bra first, her breasts bared as her face reddened. She moved her arms and hands slightly to cover up just a bit, but it did little to hide anything. The cold autumn air swirled through her open window and caressed her pale skin causing her to get goose bumps, her nipples to harden. She then reached for the lingerie and slipped it over her head, the luxurious material hugging her figure perfectly. Once in place, she shimmied off her panties and found the matching pair so that she could slip them on in their place.

After she was dressed, Cecilee walked over to her laptop and typed.

Thank you for the gift. It's beautiful. And thank you for paying for everything earlier. I owe you so much.

Cecilee continued to stare at the light, her thoughts running wild as she wondered where this H.A.J. was and who he was...and would he ever come to her?

 

[McD]

Hank sat staring at her infront of the screen, her beauty was beyond compare. He knew if he didn't hunt soon that Cecilee would end up on his floor. He touched her through the screen tracing her lips, her legs, her soft inviting hips and under her breast. She was like a living doll, not an imperfection to be found.

You owe me nothing, it was my pleasure. He hesitated to type further.

You look stunning, he typed slowly watching her anticipating his response. wear your hair up and the necklace I gave you tomorrow. Get plenty of rest you will receive your recital piece tomorrow.

Hank kept her on his screen all night, watching her slow breathing. Imagining he was there to touch and feel her.

The news was alive the next morning.

'25 year old exchange student still missing.' Hank usually enjoyed watching his work unfold on the television. 'Last seen leaving the symphony in a black cocktail dress, and red and silver necklace.'

His heart raced, 'my gifts' he was certain Cecilee would notice the story.
No matter now, he could easily break contact. He called the currier service to pick up her gifts for the recital. She had only 6 days to practice the piece he had chosen.

The currier delivered the box to her door and had her sign.

Inside was a note attached to the shoes 'To go with the dress' and a note on an obviously expensive leather binder, brown and aged from years. Inside written on hard manilla parchment and looked to be hand inked, a copy of Bela Bartok's Rhapsody Op. 1 For piano. The front of the first page had a written note.

'Play this for me at your recital, I'll have a car waiting for you at the end of the show. The driver will bring you to me'

 

[darkangel76]

When Cecilee received the reply, her breath stopped for a moment along with her heart. It was as if time suddenly stood still. Then, when reality finally came back into focus, everything whirling back to where it was supposed to be, she sucked in a sharp breath and let it out with a tiny huff. Biting down on her lower lip, she let her eyes drift up to the light indicator and nodded her answer. Yes, she'd do as H.A.J. requested. And now she had more to anticipate from him.

Backing away slowly, Cecilee moved toward her bed and turned down the sheets. She then sat down upon it and brought the sheets up over her body, the autumn air still swirling throughout the room since her window was still cracked open, curtains drawn wide. It truly was a good thing Trisha had been by the past few days. She'd definitely wonder what had gotten into her. Just then, her cheeks heated up, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she sunk into the softness of her bed and placed her glasses on her nightstand.

It didn't take Cecilee long to fall asleep, her dreams filled with visions of a faceless man, though she knew it was H.A.J.

The next morning, Cecilee awoke feeling refreshed and, for the first time, quite pretty. She ran her fingers through her dark hair and reached for her glasses. Looking down at herself, she smiled and giggled softly, appreciatively, realizing she was actually wearing the luxurious lingerie that had been gifted to her. Glancing over at her laptop, which was over on her desk, the little indicator light was still on.

He was watching her. She was sure of it.

Getting up, Cecilee padded out of her room to go make some tea. She flicked on the television, the news popping onto the screen the moment the device came to life. She let out a sigh as she walked over to her electric tea kettle sitting on the counter. Another murder...it would figure. There had been a couple in the area as of late. Shaking her head, she frowned and turned toward the kettle so that she could fill it with water. She only half paid attention to the news clip as they mentioned how the student was seen wearing a black dress and necklace, but both were missing once her body was found, her focus on making the tea and how she'd be receiving something from H.A.J. later that day

Cecilee smiled, almost feeling bad that somewhere a family was probably miserable and half sick at finding their daughter, sister, loved one...dead. A shiver ran down her spine as she glanced over at the television, the screen changing just then to show an up close image of the girl's face and then panning out to show that she was standing with her family. The girl had dark hair, glasses and looked happy as she stood there with what seemed to be a genuine smile upon her face.

"Sad," Cecilee said out loud and then turned to get back to making her tea. She flicked off the television not wanting to have her moment ruined. Adding a bit of honey to her citrus tea, she picked it up and stirred it. Giving it a sip, she let out a contented sigh. "Perfect."

Cecilee headed back into her room and set her tea back down on her nightstand. She then went to her dresser to find something to wear, her thoughts fixated on H.A.J. He'd said to wear her hair up and to wear the necklace. Well, that meant she should look 'nice', she figured. And she was noticing a trend... Smiling a little, she rummaged through her things and picked out something she hoped he would approve of—black leggings and a red sweater. She had black leather boots that would complement the outfit as well. Glancing over at her laptop, she blushed, wondering if he was still watching or not. Turning back to her dresser, she rummaged for some underthings—a red lacy bra and panties that matched.

Knowing she was possibly being watched now, Cecilee took her time getting dressed. Carefully removing each thing and then replacing it with what she planned to wear. Slow, languid movements, wanting to show H.A.J. just how much she appreciated him. Though Trish would think her insane! She was being watched by a stranger who'd somehow entered her house! But... oh, she wouldn't understand. It wasn't like that! This was...different.

Once dressed, Cecilee put up her hair as requested and then finished off everything by putting on the necklace. After that, she went back into the other room to finish up her tea. She had more practicing to do and even more once her newest piece arrived. She wondered what it would be, if she'd be able to learn it in time! A part of her feared she wouldn't be able to live up to the task, that she'd somehow fail her H.A.J.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound. Cecilee jumped and giggled. Sipping the last of her tea, she got up and placed her cup in the sink and went to the door. She was sure it was the gift that H.A.J. had promised. As she opened the door, she saw the courier and smiled. Sure enough, it was! Heart racing, she signed for and took the package. She tipped the courier since she was doubly excited to receive this particular 'item'.

Cecilee ran to her room and placed the box on her bed and went to work opening it up. Inside she found a lovely pair of shoes that went perfectly with the dress she'd been given the other day. Underneath, she found the leather binder and inside was the sheet music. She took it out, letting her fingers caress it gently as she looked it over.

Bartók's Rhapsody Op. 1.

Not an easy piece.

Cecilee swallowed hard, her nerves rising as she feared she wouldn't be able to live up to H.A.J.'s standards. Of course, she knew she could learn this if she worked really hard. But she'd have to cancel everything for the rest of the week. Chewing on her lower lip, she felt her tummy flutter, her hands shake. Could she do this? Oh, she didn't know...but she wanted to! For H.A.J. As nervousness tried to consume her, she read the notes attached to the gifts. The one that went along with the music made her face flush, made a fire deep in her core burn as a fire ignited. Yes, she'd do this for him.

Instantly, Cecilee reached for her phone and made a quick call. "Hello, Leah? Yes, it's Cecilee. Hi." There was a pause. "I have an addition to my repertoire for the upcoming concert next weekend. I'd like to add in a piece by Bartók." There was another pause. "Yes. His Rhapsody Op. 1. I know it's a bit last minute, but it's important that I add it in. It's special to me." She smiled as she spoke. "Thanks, Leah. Thank you. Yes. Yes, the concert will be great for the studio. I agree. Anyway, thank you. See you soon. Bye."

Cecilee hung up and went over to her laptop. Thank you for my newest gifts. I love them. I also hope I don't disappoint you at the concert. I will do my best for you and work very hard. She paused a moment and licked her lips as her mouth went dry, her mind drifting to note she'd received. I look forward to meeting you.

Cecilee hit 'Send' and then went back to her bed and retrieved the note. She clutched it tightly in her hand, feeling like it somehow brought the two of them closer. H.A.J. was going to finally meet her. More over, he was going to bring her to him. The warmth that swept over her right then was intense as she fanned herself, smiling and giggling. She then picked up the music and immediately headed to her piano and began to try and teach herself the piece. It was going to be a long day and night at home. And the week to come? All plans would have to be cancelled. Trisha certainly wouldn't like that. But, this was important. This was for H.A.J.

 

[McD]

Hank sat in the waiting area of the Smith & Son's Piano store. It felt like years since he had hunted, his hands shakes softly, not enough to show, just enough for him to know. Hank was a lot of things, one of them was not out of control. He had his methods to release the tensions and would later satisfy his violent needs.

But for now...

Shopping.

The elderly sales man, whom Hank could only presume was Smith and not Son's, approached in a gentle smile. "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." His hand extended was firm yet soft, the hands not of an artist but a craftsman at heart. Hank immediately liked the older gentleman.

"Oh, no trouble at all sir," Hank was always polite. "I enjoyed taking a walk around."

"Now what can we help you with?" His smile was unforced, natural, like he was happy he could help. It was somewhat infectious and Hank could feel a smile across his usually stoic face. Only one other person can make the stoic vanish. Cecilee. He paused to think briefly of her.

"Well Sir, I would like to make an anonymous gift."He paused breathing in "To the studio over on Lamount, I was recently there and noticed they could use something better than an old baby grand and a rickety old vertical."

The man's chuckle was ominous "Oh Mr. Johnson, I am a dear friend of Leah's" He ushered him showing off a grand main floor sprawling with piano's "And what do you think you're looking for?"

"For the rehearsal room something practical, durable, reliable" he paused and thought of more adjectives to throw his way to make his intent known. "Something that could if need be replace the recital hall, am I too vague?"

"Not at all" Mr. Smith showed him to a section of handsomely used baby grands. "And for the recital hall?"

"Something special, and I like this one for the practice room." He touched the dark brown wood of a Kawaii and handed the price tag to Mr. Smith. "Now show me something to 'wow' crowds"

"Mr. Johnson please come with me" He took him past the main room into a smaller room housing only 15 pianos.

"THIS!," Hank had to stop himself from excitement. He recomposed himself and touched the Bosendorfer Parlour Grand Model 185 "is the piano."

The two men settled on delivery and Hank gladly paid for both, along with wishing Mr. Smith a great day.

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It almost ached how bad Hank needed a hunt. If nothing else a good fight would do.

His mind was on edge, he was itching for it. He pulled his car to the edge of Parsons Park, a known family hang out by day, not so much by night. Even more so in a later model BMW and wearing a $4500 suit. He made sure to hit his panic button and sit by a lamp post just inside the park.

Maybe a minute passed when the first group of drunks passed by, Hank felt they were to easy. The second group proved more promising.

The ringleader kicking the cars tires, and spitting on the windshield in a show of defiance and disrespect. Hank calmly lit a smoke, one of his few...and rarely used vices, and spoke in a low but forceful tone. "Touch my car again and I'll face fuck you with the concrete." His ears were red and twitching, his senses alive. He knew it was this or he would be delivering Cecilee to her doom, he had to get this out of his system. Return to normal for a bit longer. The leader spoke up, a surprisingly opposing fellow of maybe 30.

"What?" he paused to get the communal laughter and chuckling going "What. The. FUCK!?! Did you say?" He approached Hank slowly


Hank smiled and stood unbuttoning his suit jacket. "I'm sorry, I know I don't speak so loud. Allow me to say again, 'Touch my car again and I'll FACE FUCK YOU WITH THE CONCRETE"

It all went to a lovely haze after that for Hank, feeling the faces beneath his fist. Watching in fear as one man's face approached his swiftly delivering a crushing headbutt to the bridge of his nose. Then. Silence. He sat back on the bench watching them clammer and limp away. He lit another cigarette and hummed a tune in his head. He was calm. For now.

The next day he sat in his car and rejoiced watching Leah see the delivery truck. She hugged the men unloading the piano, her joy resonating inside of Hank. Her tears made him feel good, almost. He wondered who was she calling as she half cried and laughed outside the studio.

Was it my Cecilee? I hope she likes the gifts.

He drives off slowly humming the same tune.

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee had been practicing the new piece delivered to her by H.A.J. for the past few days, foregoing all plans she'd made with Trisha and causing her friend to be rather put out. But this was important. This was for H.A.J. She needed to do this for him, for her...just...she needed to do this. Once the concert was over and she met H.A.J., she was sure her friend would understand. After all, he'd gone to the trouble of getting her an entire ensemble—one that looked perfect on her no less, something not easily done—he'd boosted her confidence, made her outings bearable even though he wasn't there.

Hanging her head a little as she sat back from the piano, stretching, Cecilee wondered if anyone would truly understand what she was going through, how she was feeling. Trisha was starting to give her a hard time. And it was getting harder to find people to cover her sessions at the studio. Though, Leah was trying to be as accommodating as possible. Just then she heard her phone go off. She reached for it and tilted her head.

"Odd," Cecilee said as she saw Leah's name pop up. The woman was at the studio, probably in her office given the hour. Why not come find her like she typically did. Biting down on her lower lip, she felt her tummy flip a little, a sense of nervousness threatening to wash over her, consuming her whole. If Leah was calling, it could only be bad news...

Right?

With shaky hands, Cecilee picked up her phone. "H-hello?"

"Hi, Cecilee, it's Leah," came Leah's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, hi. Umm, everything all right?" Cecilee asked.

"Is everything all right?" Leah all but squeaked. "That's an understatement. "You have to see this to believe it." The woman's voice paused. "Mind helping me at the front door?" Leah's voice sounded giddy, excited. Cecilee was sure she could almost the sound of tears as she spoke, but not as though she were sad. Oh, it was all so confusing.

"O-okay," Cecilee said, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"Just get over here. Now," Leah said with a laugh, the sound putting Cecilee a bit more at ease.

Cecilee hung up her phone and headed straight for the main entrance. The moment she got there, she saw exactly why Leah had called her as opposed to running to the back of the studio to the sound proof room where she'd been practicing her new piece.

"Oh my gosh!" Cecilee cried out. Her blue eyes went wide as she pushed up her glasses, her other hand moving to tuck a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I can't believe it! Who sent this?" she asked.

Leah just shook her head, giggling as the piano was slowly being brought inside. "I have no idea. No one knows. It's 'anonymous'."

Cecilee's cheeks suddenly reddened and she knew who the anonymous was in a heartbeat. Her H.A.J.

"The piano is to be placed in the practice studio," Leah stated.

Cecilee's smile broadened. She'd just come from there and now would be getting to play on this beautiful piano instead of the one she'd been working on. Oh, this man was amazing. He did so much for her. How he could tell her she owed him nothing, she'd never understand.

Later that night, Cecilee went home happy and more confident than ever. Leah and the others at the studio were in a better mood since the delivery of the piano, suddenly not minding that she needed more time to practice her piece and some even offering to cover for her so that she wouldn't have to fret or worry. Truly, it couldn't have arrived at a better time.

As Cecilee went into her bedroom, she looked over at the indicator light like she always did—it was funny how it now gave her comfort to see it there, knowing it was on, that he was watching her. It was another way she felt closer to him now. She smiled for him and began to undress, purposefully removing her clothing in a way that showed him her appreciation.

Cecilee removed her glasses and set them aside. She then took down her hair, letting the dark waves fall over slim shoulders. Eyes fixed on the light, she slowly pulled off her top and discarded it on the floor, followed closely by her jeans, which soon joined the top in a tiny heap. Standing there before her laptop, she donned nothing but a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra, both trimmed with red ribbon. This time she unfastened the bra and let it slide off her body onto the floor, her arms not moving to cover up, letting him see everything if he was there to watch. She then shimmied off the panties, the lace moving down along her legs until the joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. For a moment she stood there as if letting him inspect her well-groomed body—pale, flawless skin, clean shaven. She then moved to get the gift she'd been wearing as her nighttime attire. With slow purpose, she slipped it on over her head. Once dressed, she put her glasses back on and walked over to her laptop.

Thank you for the piano today. Both Leah and I loved it. I already got to practice on it. It sounds lovely. Cecilee paused before typing more. Also, your timing was perfect. They are giving me more practice time. I hope I don't disappoint you at the concert.

At that, Cecilee hit 'Send', her tummy fluttering. It had been a good day and once again, it had been thanks to H.A.J.

 

[McD]

Hank knew he was in trouble, he had broken every rule he has ever had about prey. He half angrily bit into his apple as the motion sensor alarms him to Cecilee back in her bedroom.

He watches intently as she knowingly undresses, revealing her perfect body. The moon light, along with the accompany of ambient laptop light bathes her skin. She glows to him and he wants to reach through the screen and touch her.

MONSTER

His mind screams at him as he bites the apple again. He looks at her thighs, wanting to touch them.

MONSTER

He feels his teeth grit as flashes of Cecilee cloud his brain. The visions flash between him holding her at the park, snuggled against him.

MONSTER

Hank falls to his knees grinding his teeth as Ceecilee's body flashes through his mind. Bloody, cold, wet, dead. His teeth can almost feel the way a knife pierces soft flesh. He yearns for the look of fear and loss in her eyes.

His mind is in opposition to himself, he can see her under the ground, he can see her as a ghost, he can see her holding his hand, he can see her sitting on a sunday afternoon on the balcony reading the paper with him.

MONSTER

He can't take it anymore, his mind is a red furry of confusion.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!" He screams into a large empty penthouse. His over flowing confusion mixed with rage, makes him a cornered animal, fierce and irrational.

He yanks the doors off his cabinets, punches holes through his wall. Screaming violently and clawing at his brain. The faucet in his kitchen easily is uprooted by his considerable strength and tossed into the oven.

He sees 'things' flying and can watch himself in his mind's eye. He knows he's a monster.

Hank, calmly opens his balcony door. He is calm and determined. His feet cut from glass and fist still marred from Ikea wood and plaster. He steps up to the railing of his balcony looking 24 stories down.

He inhales....

Then hears the computer beep with a new message.

'Thank you for the piano today. Both Leah and I loved it. I already got to practice on it. It sounds lovely. Also, your timing was perfect. They are giving me more practice time. I hope I don't disappoint you at the concert.'

Hank drew his breath and wiped his face. He sat calmly down and pulled glass out of his feet. Then with bloody fingers typed

The piano is but strings, ivory, and wood. You give life to this collecting of things that do not belong. You cannot disappoint me, only the wood and ivory can. Shall you find the piece to difficult, we will burn the scrap of wood and start anew. Now rest, and close your window. I am not watching you from there and you cannot be sick for our day.

Hank smiled and lit a smoke sitting in his ruined penthouse, bloodied by his own wrath. Yet.



Happy.[/u]

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee sat there by her laptop, the light still on as it always was, that tiny light making her feel close to H.A.J, like he was somehow there with her, holding her close and then as if he'd read her mind, she heard the beep. Smiling, she leaned forward and clicked he new message, eager to read what he had to say. Slowly, she read over his words, mumbling them softly to herself. Her cheeks reddened and she nodded.

H.A.J. certainly had a way with words, an ability to boost her confidence and let her know that everything was going to be all right. Feeling a bit more at ease about her upcoming concert, she got up to shut her window. Outside were a few lurkers so she shied away knowing now that none of them were her H.A.J. She hoped none of them got a peek at what she only wanted him to see. Fortunately, none of them looked up or seemed to let on. Letting out a sigh of relief, she then drew the curtains and went back to her laptop, humming as she did so.

How is it that you are so perfect? Ceciliee blushed as she typed. And I promise to stay well for our day. She continued typing. It is nearly here. I can't wait!

Without further hesitation Cecilee hit 'Send'. She then got up, her eyes fixed on the light as she slowly backed away toward her bed. She got under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

The day of the recital was a total blur. Cecilee could hardly believe the day had come at all given how much she'd had to do over the past few days. The good of it was that everyone at the studio had been in a great mood since the arrival of the new piano. Even Trisha had to admit that the donation was worth a little extra practice time since there was no other way to truly repay the man for his kindness and generosity. She just hoped that after all was said and done she'd get a chance to meet this mysterious man who'd suddenly swept her friend completely off her feet.

But Cecilee had said she wasn't ready to introduce her yet. And she could live with that. For now.

Though Cecilee had more pressing business than to deal with Trisha. She had her recital. And she was going to meet H.A.J.! She was beside herself and giddy with anxiousness and nerves. But she was ready. She'd been practicing every day for hours and this was going to be her best performance yet—one from the heart, from her soul.

Cecilee took great care as she got ready for the event, making sure to wear the dress, shoes and necklace that H.A.J. had sent to her especially for this day. Everything looked perfect on her, just as she'd hoped and more. How this man knew it would look just so amazed and astounded. It was like a dream and she hoped to never wake from it. She knew that he preferred her wearing her hair up. So, she made sure to do so for this evening. It was a must. And, like the night she went out with Trisha, she put on a touch of red lipstick for makeup...nothing else. Once done, she peered at herself in the mirror. She was a sight to behold, something out of a fashion magazine.

Smiling, confident, Cecilee grabbed her red coat and bag—filled with her music—and headed out. The recital hall wasn't far and it didn't take her long to get there. She set up her stuff and waited for the others from the studio to arrive. It wouldn't be long before the crowd showed up, the concert starting that would help raise awareness of their studio and programs.

Trisha soon arrived and found her seat in the audience, the chairs slowly filling. Cecilee went into one of the areas behind the stage and took off her coat, draping it over a chair. Leah looked at her a bit startled.

"Your necklace," Leah said, her hand reaching out to touch it. "Where'd you get that?"

Cecilee smiled. "You like it?"

Leah's blue eyes went wide and her eyebrows furrowed. "I...well...I guess." She swallowed and let her hand drop to her side.

"What is it?" Cecilee asked.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," Leah stated, smiling at Cecilee, she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You go on and play. You're up first."

Cecilee frowned, wondering what was bothering Leah. But she nodded and readied herself to perform. She grabbed her music and took a deep breath and went out onto the stage. She gasped when she caught sight of the piano. It was new, a Bosendorfer. Oh, her H.A.J truly was amazing! Trying to remain calm and collected, she sat down and placed her music on the piano along with her hands. She then glanced out into the audience, wondering where her H.A.J might be. Turning back to the piano, she then counted to herself, her hands then moving as she began to play. She played three pieces, the last being the one by Bartók. Not a note was missed and when she finished she almost felt a sense of loss that everything was over.

But she still had H.A.J. to meet. He wanted to bring her to him. Oh, where was he?

Cecilee pushed herself away from the piano, grabbed her music, clutching it tightly to her chest in a small embrace and curtsied. Smiling, she exited the stage and immediately grabbed her coat so that she'd be ready to leave in a moment's notice. The sooner, the better...the sooner she'd be with her H.A.J.

 

[McD]

Hank very rarely gave into the wants of others, nor the needs to look a certain way. Every rule must have a bending and breaking point though.

He shuffled through his ties, and his shirts, and his suits...He wanted to look as best he could. He has never worried about how he looks before. He turned on the shower and washed himself, his feet and hands slightly marred but not one to wince he ignored them.

He dried himself and dressed in a charcoal summer weight suit, a white shirt and a powder blue tie. His shave was clean as he spent the money to get a hair cut and shave today. He looked cockily at the mirror, he was sure her was handsome...He's just never before wanted to be perceived as such. Or really cared.

The recital hall was filling fast, a lot of local talent was on display and seats were limited. He easily spotted Trisha her purse on the chair beside her. He scooted himself over the crowd, and paused next to her seat.

"I'm sorry miss is this spot taken?" He smiles down towards Trisha as she looks up almost with "southern belle" charm and smiles.

"Well sir it is now" Her overt flirtation almost annoys him. He reminds himself, 'Cecilee loves her, no harm, no harm, only charm'

"Well then I believe I found my spot," he sits gently down grinding his teeth to himself. Then forcing a smile, "I'm Hank, and you are?"

"Trisha," she hands her dainty, very breakable hand to him "pleasure to meet you"

"Likewise," He's sure his teeth will exploded soon "are you here to watch a friend?" A bit of a baited question, but he doesn't care.

"Oh, YES!, the highlight of the evening is my best friend Cecilee" Hank is a little more accepting watching Trisha's actual pride in her friend. The make small talk through out the performances.

Then, Cecilee takes the stage. For an entire 45 minutes Hank is in awe, he wants to look away but can't. The cellphone lights and chatter are non-exisistant as she pours her soul into every moment, every movement of her music. When she finishes she is hit with the silence of the crowd. Not a dissapproving silence, but a dis believe.

Trisha is the first to clap, then like an infectious disease the audience catches the Cecilee fever and join in. Hank says a quick good bye to Trisha and moves to his car.

He paid the driver to detour and take his time.

Hank had rented out the South American, Asian fusion restaurant "Mamihlapinatapei" not because he cared for the food, but because he loved the meaning of it's name.

He waited patiently at the only table, his tie re-tied, a white rose on the seat across from him. He waited to show himself to her...his Cecilee

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee brushed past Leah who gave her a weak smile. Something about her seemed off and she couldn't quite shake it. Pushing it aside, she refused to let it ruin her moment. After all, she'd just given the most heartfelt performance of her life, the most meaningful, the most... Oh there were no words for it! The entire time she'd played it was as if H.A.J. had been right there with her, his arms somehow around her body, holding her close, helping her turn pages, encouraging her each step of the way. God, how she hoped he'd been there to hear her, that he'd managed to listen to her play...and on yet another marvelous gift!

Tears pricked Cecilee's eyes causing her blue eyes to sparkle as she reached for a tissue tucked away in her one coat pocket so that she could dab at her eyes beneath her glasses. They were tears of joy, of happiness. This H.A.J. was a man of wonder and delight and so much more. He'd already changed her life so drastically, in ways no one could ever understand, in ways she hadn't even come close to imagining anyone could.

Smiling to herself, Cecilee quickly made her way outside the recital hall. The crip air was a stark contrast to the warm air inside, the hall still filled with people as they waited for others to perform. But she couldn't wait around. Her mind was swirling, racing with thoughts of H.A.J. As she waited outside, her body starting to shiver as the cold began to set in, a driver pulled up and rolled down the window. She could faintly make out a silhouette of someone driving the vehicle, her heart racing at the prospect that this could possibly be her ride.

Just then, the door opened and the driver got out. "Cecilee?" the driver inquired. She merely nodded, her breath taken away.

"Yes," Cecilee confirmed.

"If you'll come with me please." The driver gestured that Cecilee enter the car by opening her door and extending a hand. "I'm to take you to your destination to meet Mr. Johnson."

Cecilee's heart skipped a beat. J was for Johnson...H.A. Johnson. She felt closer already. She smiled and nodded, immediately getting into the car. The drive like hours though it wasn't overly long. When it finally came to a stop, she peered out her window and gasped when she saw where she was—a fancier restaurant and it looked like no one else was there.

Blushing, Cecilee got out of the car and walked into the restaurant—' Mamihlapinatapei'—and glanced about trying to find her Mr. Johnson. Oh, where was he? And then she finally saw him and he was more than she'd imagined. So much more. She saw the rose at her seat and her face flushed, a sweeping heat crossing her cheeks, her chest.

"Mr. Johnson?" Cecilee asked shyly as she approached the table, her hands shaking as the butteflies in her tummy buzzed to and fro. "I...I hope you weren't waiting long and..." Her voice trailed a moment and she stepped closer to the table. "I hope you were able to enjoy the concert," Her voice was soft, her smile warm as she looked to her H.A.J, her Mr. Johnson, for approval. She glanced about the place, her smile broadening. "This place is wonderful. You...you look..." Her cheeks reddened deeper. "Wonderful." She bit down on her lower lip feeling terribly nervous and hoping she was making a good first impression.

 

[McD]

The restaurant smelled of a mixture of black-bean soups, and sweet onions. An odd but fitting mixture. Hank had enough time to order their meal before Cecilee arrived, and had the waiter bring him a bourbon with instructions to fill her glass with white wine as soon as she was seated.

He almost gasped, but kept composure, he caught her walking in and couldn't believe how radiant she was as she came closer. Like the gentleman he was raised to be, he stood as she approached. Her voice soft and slightly sing song. He walked to her, pulling her chair out and handing her the rose. He placed his hand on the small of her back, just above the curve of her buttocks.

Mind flashing images of her nude perfect body, he quickly shook them off as he sat back down. Smiling warmly at the nervous shy girl.

"The concert was lovely, I never thought for once you would disappoint me." He sipped his scotch and continued. "You look radiant in your dress. You had the eye of every man there"

The waiter filled his glass then hers, minutes later a spread of food was delivered. He chewed thoughtfully glancing up to see her reactions to the meal. After a spell he looked up. "I hope you've enjoyed the gifts I have giving you," he gauged her reactions more, wondering "I enjoy hunting the objects down and finding what I think is perfect for you."

The talk was to the point and short on his end for the duration of the meal. As they finished he helped her out of her seat and with her arm under his escorted her to the waiting driver. "The driver will take you home." He paused then grabbing her chin with a strong hand pulled her head up and kissed her lips softly. "I will be in touch."

Hank walked in the brisk night air, not wanting to drive but enjoy the weather.


His need to hunt never stronger

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee could feel her nervousness trying to get the better of her. It was working its way over her body, trying to claim every inch. That was until...until he touched her. The moment Mr. Johnson's hand reached out to make contact, his hand caressing against the small of her back, she felt that nervousness begin to ebb away. She looked into his eyes, eyes that somehow approved of her and everything she did and stood for. Truly, it was amazing and humbling and...

Oh, she felt weak in the knees!

Face flushing, Cecilee smiled, her body ever so slightly leaning into Mr. Johnson's touch as he helped her to her seat. She could feel the sizzling tingle where his hand rested and then the immense loss the moment he took it away. The tension in the air as they sat down together was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, completely indescribable. More than anything, she was glad to be right where she was.

"Thank you," Cecilee replied, her lips still curved upward in a smile, though the only man's interest she hoped to capture was the one she was now with. She then pushed up her glasses and glanced around, taking in everything, making sure it was real. "I've loved every gift," she then said, her cheeks tingeing pink. "Somehow you seem to know me so well...I..." She paused and bit down on her lip as she stifled a nervous giggle. "No one has taken the time to truly understand me like you have," she explained. "Each gift was so perfect. Perfect in its timing, just...in everything."

Cecilee smiled, genuinely happy to be with her Mr. Johnson and glad that she'd not disappointed him. The way he looked at her, his gaze seeming to be intense and thoughtful, it made her heart and tummy flutter, shivers run along her spine while her skin broke out into goose bumps. It was a nice feeling, flattering in all the right ways.

Humming softly, Cecilee looked over at Mr. Johnson, her blue eyes finding his. Just then, the food was brought out and set upon the table. Sitting up, she breathed in deeply the exotic aromas of the food. "Mmm...everything smells delicious," she stated. "Just wonderful. Thank you." Her tone and expression were sincere as she looked at Mr. Johnson, appreciative of everything he'd done for her.

The meal was amazing, one of the best Cecilee had ever had. Part of it was because the food was outstanding in its own right. But another part—the larger part—had to do with her company. As Mr. Johnson helped out of her seat, he took a firm hold of her chin, causing her breath to catch, her heart to stop. She looked deeply into his eyes and braced herself for the moment he placed his lips against hers. It was electric as they moved almost possessively over her own, so gentle yet indicating so much. As he pulled away, she let out a tiny whimper, her eyes looking back into his for answers. Something.

And as always, her Mr. Johnson read her mind. Cecilee nodded when he told her they'd be in touch. She just hoped it would be sooner than later. But for now, she could feel somewhat at ease knowing he could watch her through the webcam, that little indicator light his means of holding her close, caressing her hair and... Her thoughts drifted a little, meandering into all the things that little light could mean.

When Cecilee got home, she felt happy. So warm, pretty, like she meant something to someone. Smiling, she took off her shoes and set down her bag. She then draped her coat over a chair, not wanting to ruin the feelings coursing through her in that moment. Padding through her apartment, she went into her bedroom and began to undress.

Cecilee looked over at the indicator light and fixed her eyes upon it. Positioning herself on her bed, she removed her glasses first and set them aside. Then, she let down her hair, shaking it out until loose waves cascaded down her back. Looking intensely at the light, she pulled the dress off her body and gently laid it on the foot of her bed. Next came her bra, the thing sliding off and onto the floor followed closely by her panties. She sat there on her bed for a moment, her thoughts running a bit wild. Smiling at the indicator light, she laid back against her bed, her breaths shaky as her body still felt warm from everything that had happened over the course of the evening.

Naked on her bed, Cecilee reached down and began to touch herself between her legs, her thoughts fixed on her Mr. Johnson. Slowly, her thighs spread apart, her fingers rubbing her clit until it was pebble-hard. She bit down on her lip, images of Mr. Johnson swirling through her head as he kissed her, touched her, made love to her. How she wished it was his hands, his body doing this to her now. Her body arched against her own hand and she let out a tiny moan.

"Mr. Johnson..." Cecilee panted, her breaths coming quicker, her fingers working faster as one suddenly slipped in between her slicked up pussy lips and the other moved to grab at her one breast. She let out a few more moans, her hips rising to meet her hand until...finally, she spasmed, her body shivering as she climaxed, her thoughts of her Mr. Johnson.

Cecilee brought her hand away from herself and looked over at the indicator light, her face red both from exertion and slight embarrassment. How she hoped she hadn't done something wrong. Suddenly feeling uncertain, she hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face against them.

 

[McD]

Hank sat patiently by the computer, waiting for Cecilee to return. He would move heaven and earth to make sure he was there to 'put her to bed.' As the young woman did her normal undressing he watched intently, absorbing every curve of her body, how her lips slightly arched below her nose, the almond shape of her eyes.

He was almost taken aback by her next set of motions. It took a few seconds until Hank realized what she was doing, and his chest and face went hot with lust. He felt like an animal watching her. Her hips moving and thrusting under the pleasure of his hand caused him to losing his tie, and eventually take it off all together.

After her climax he knew he wanted more, the girl sat huddled almost ashamed looking. He simply accessed her laptops microphone and speakers. The faint clicking of her speakers audible to Cecilee. His voice came over her laptop, deep and stoic.

"No one said stop," he drew a short breath "go again, and ask before you're allowed climax."

He needed to own everything about this girl, including her orgasms. He watched intently as she pleasured her self, for what seemed like hours Hank would deny and grant orgasms. He loved the power and control.

After her fourth climax Hank peered at the panting girl, her hair matted to her forehead in passion and sweat. "Now get some rest, you'll have a busy week."

He said nothing further and clicked the camera off.

The next day Hank set preparations for Cecilees week. The first day was simple, he left a white rose at her door with a note instructing her to an upscale clothing store. A driver picked her up at noon and she was created by a store clerk with another note, and ushered into a room.

The room was full of pre selected clothing, Hank had chosen for her. Inside the note it read Rule #1: At all times you will dress like and act like a lady. These are all the clothing you will need from now on. Burn, Donate, or toss your old wardrobe. You will not need them.

The wardrobe itself was twice as large as Cecilee's current one. Arrays of designer clothing, more skirts and dresses than pants.

Hank watched the CCTV in the back of the store, wondering how willing Cecilee was to give her life, in a different way, to him.

 

[darkangel76]

Cecilee's dreams had been lurid, filled with dark and exciting moments between herself and Mr. Johnson as he told her come for him over and over until she was finally exhausted, body spent and drenched in sweat. She woke up breathless, aroused, but knowing there was nothing she could do about it. Not after last night, not after the way things went and how he'd spoken to her over the mic and speakers. Oh, she could still hear his voice in her ears, that rich baritone as he made it clear when she could and could not let go, falling over the edge into sweet, blissful oblivion.

Whimpering, she brought her knees together, the urge strong to touch herself, to think of him touching her. How she wished he was there! Right then in that very moment! But the fact of the matter was that she was alone. Glancing over at her laptop, she noticed that the indicator light was off and for a moment, she felt a sense of loss, of panic. That connection she had was severed and gone. Ugh, she could hear Trisha's voice in her ear scolding her, chastising her for the fact that she was acting as she was over some stranger she'd just met, still barely knew.

Cecilee scowled just then. But she did know him. No matter what anyone said...she did!

Getting up out of bed, her muscles sore from a night full of orgasms, Cecilee smiled and went to go shower. She hoped the connection between she and Mr. Johnson would soon be re-established. She didn't think she could take it for very long if it wasn't. After her shower, she immediately went to go look at her laptop. The light was back on and there was another email. Her heart pounded and a smile spread across her face as she blushed prettily, the excitement evident as she went to click the tab.

Cecilee read the instructions. They were simple enough, short and sweet—to check her front door. She nodded as she then went to get dressed and then hurry to go see what must be waiting for her. Looking down, she saw the rose along with the note. Smiling, she picked up both, bring the rose to her nose and inhaling deeply. She then read the note and instantly felt a fire burning at her core. Her knees grew weak as she began to read over the instructions, her sex growing wet knowing that he was watching, expecting, requiring... Licking at her lips, she stepped back inside. It wouldn't be too overly long before she'd be picked up and brought to a very specific clothing store. This definitely would not be like shopping with Trisha and, if the black dress Mr. Johnson had gotten for the recital showed anything, it showed he had impeccable taste not to mention an eye for her size and what looked best on her.

The next hour or so seemed to take forever as Cecilee ate a small breakfast, drank some tea and then changed once again wanting to look her best. She then waited for her ride to bring her to the store. But once there, she felt her tummy flutter, that same warm sensation consuming her as if Mr. Johnson were right there with her—holding her, touching her. She pushed up her glasses and sucked in a sharp breath. There before her were the clothes already picked out.

"Not like with Trish," Cecilee whispered, her lips quirking into a smile.

It was unbelievable. Everything was already there and Cecilee didn't have to do a thing. She trusted Mr. Johnson implicitly that each item would fit her perfectly and look just as beautiful as the cocktail dress. There was no need to even try anything on. Walking over to the clothes, she reached out to touch them, her fingers moving gently over the fine fabrics.

"So lovely," Cecilee murmured.

As Cecilee looked at the beautiful clothes she saw another note, this one telling her that once she got home with this new wardrobe she was to get rid of her old one...in its entirety. She swallowed hard just then, her one hand adjusting her glasses. Biting down on her lower lip, she tilted her head and nodded.

"C-can I at least keep my black dress, I wonder..." Cecilee thought out loud. It was the first gift Mr. Johnson had given her. She hoped he'd spare her that at least since it now held special meaning.

 

[McD]

The warehouse had been used by Hank since he was a young man. Through a series of shell companies he outright owned the entire block. Paid security to patrol the neighborhood on all days but Mondays and kept the tax records clean. It was important to keep everything legit, especially when he had prey to bring back.

The Girl was a target by sheer bad luck, on her part. Hank wasn't even watching her until 3 nights ago when they split a cab.

As risky as it may be to jump to a kill that fast, Hank needed it, bad. He didn't want to risk the monster getting out on Cecilee.

The girl lay with her ankles bound on the cold concrete floor, her wrist tied in front of her and her mouth taped. She had just regained her sense and was looking up at Hank terrified. He loved that look. So rewarding to see his prey bound and know, and not wanting to believe, what's going to happen to them. The pulley system was old but reliable and Hank remembered the trials and eras he had had installing it.

The girl muffled as she was hoisted up, only in panties and her crotch eye level with Hank. He spun her slowly admiring her. "Sorry I know this isn't ideal," he rarely talked much to prey "but you're doing more good than you know." He smelled her thighs, lovely lotion she uses.

Taking the straight razor he slowly cut her out of her panties. She wasn't groomed like Cecilee, and this upset him. Not enough to stop, he had come prepared. He carefully lathered the girl in the same shave lotion Cecilee uses, and careful groomed her sex. Until she was smooth and near as perfect as his girl. He tossed the bucket of cold water on her removing whats left of hair and lather. Then holding her ass in his hand pulled her close to his face, inhaling the scent of her, dreaming of Cecilee.

He allowed his tongue to sample her as she muffled pleas into her taped mouth. "Don't worry almost done" He took a knee and retrieved her glasses, standing back up her spun her again slowly. Stopped her by her hips and made to long cuts on her pale thighs, severing the femoral arteries. He sat back and watch the prey buck and scream as she was covered in her own blood.

He was finally ready for Cecilee.

After disposing of the girl, he set to work on his next gift.

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On day three the gift arrived at Cecilees apartment. A simple box with a key. Inside were directions to one of the warehouses and stern orders to be there 10pm sharp.

Inside the warehouse Hank had staged it perfectly. He was to test Cecilee, test her willingness.

Just a desk was in the room with yellow "x's" on the top and black "x's" a blindfold sat between the "x's"on the desk. Under it note:

Disrobe and place the blindfold on, place your hands and feet on the markings and do not move. You are being watched and movement or failure will be punished. I will see you soon

Hank already knew he wasn't going to see her until morning. He needed to test this new kind of prey.

 

[darkangel76]

The next few days were torture not being able to physically see her Mr. Johnson. It had been a tease seeing him in the restaurant and that brief, but heated kiss haunted her memories, her dreams each day since. Fortunately, each night he visited her, that rich baritone seeping through over her speakers as it told her to touch herself over and over again until she finally had the most intense orgasms of her life. Each and every time, she'd be left spent and sore, her body aching for more and desperately yearning for him to somehow find his way to her. But, he never came, never manifested. It was always his voice, her hand...that little light glowing over her laptop.

Even still, Cecilee knew she was with her Mr. Johnson, that he was watching. She'd already discarded all of her old clothes—though she'd kept the black cocktail dress he'd given her as a gift. There was no way she could part with that given its meaning. That, and she figured it was an exception since it came from him. It was too exquisite and beautiful to destroy.

Waking up per usual, Cecilee looked over her next set of instructions. She was to go to a warehouse in a part of town she didn't often travel through. She tapped her chin and wondered what exactly was in store with this particular bit. But, no matter. She'd do it. It was for her Mr. Johnson. She decided it best not to tell Trisha anything or even Leah. Both women were giving her a hard time, starting to comment on the changes and it bothered her. After all, with work, her performance at the concert had been the talk of the area and had pulled in several more new students. Parents were boasting about the wonderful talent—especially hers—and then when they saw the new piano in the practice room, it tended to be a deal sealer. Really, the woman had nothing to complain about! And Trisha, well, she figured she was just jealous. Not liking the fact that she was now having her time occupied by another and sporting nice clothes thanks to Mr. Johnson's generosity. It wasn't her fault the man wanted her to look her best and thought her worth the effort.

Cecilee heaved a sigh. She didn't need them. She had Mr. Johnson.

That was what mattered.

Cecilee was quick about showering and getting dressed, making sure to pick out something from her new wardrobe she was certain Mr. Johnson would approve of. Though she didn't know if he'd be at the warehouse, she had a feeling he'd be watching. He always was. Glancing over at the little light on her laptop, she smiled and began to hum, feeling that warmth knowing he was somehow there even though he wasn't.

When Cecilee arrived at the warehouse, she looked up at it and gasped. It seemed so stark and cold. Just why was she brought here of all places? It was a far cry from 'Mamihlapinatapei', the last location in which they'd had direct contact. Then again, perhaps he wasn't here. Heart sinking, she used the key from the box she'd received from Mr. Johnson, opened the door and walked inside. The room was vast, dark and cold despite the fact that there were walls to stave off the bite of the chill of the outside air. Across the way in the middle of the room, she saw a desk with some markings—Xs—along with what appeared to be a blindfold.

"What's this?" Cecilee asked out loud, though mainly to herself. She picked up the blindfold and inspected it for a moment, one hand moving to adjust her glasses. She then saw the note and picked that up to read it. Her blue eyes blinked several times as the words sunk in.

She was to be tested. A test of wills.

Cecilee bit down on her lower lip, glancing around every which way though having no idea where her Mr. Johnson could be. Slowly, she began to remove her clothes, the sting of the cold air kissing at her skin as she peeled off each layer and let them sit as nicely as she could on the floor. When she was finally stripped down into nothing, her well-groomed, clean shaven pale flesh gleaming in the dim lighting, she reached for the blindfold. Immediately, she began to tremble. With shaky hands, she removed her glasses, setting them down on the floor with her clothes and put the blindfold on in its place though not pulling it down over her eyes just yet. She turned to face the desk, her eyes taking in where the Xs were...marks for where her hands and feet were to be placed. One by one, she placed them there. Swallowing hard, she then pulled the blindfold down making everything dark and then slapped her free hand down in place over the remaining X.