Marcus, despite his good looks and his wealth, had no luck with women, he was always told he was weird. He was tired of being alone, of trying to find a woman who fit his wants. So he invented a machine to help make his perfect woman, all he needed now, was a woman to work on.
Jump forward a month, he had been searching for the perfect candidate for his machine and finally found one. He had been watching her for a few weeks now, and finally found a night that would be perfect to take her. She had a late night class on Saturday nights, then she would cut through the park to return to her dorm. He was waiting behind a bush, he had broken the lamp over the path. When his target started to make her way by him, he silently came out behind her and held a damp cloth over her face.
Jump forward a month, he had been searching for the perfect candidate for his machine and finally found one. He had been watching her for a few weeks now, and finally found a night that would be perfect to take her. She had a late night class on Saturday nights, then she would cut through the park to return to her dorm. He was waiting behind a bush, he had broken the lamp over the path. When his target started to make her way by him, he silently came out behind her and held a damp cloth over her face.