“Ah, that explains it. You always did get a little obsessive when you found a new shade of eyes to pluck.” I glared at Abel as he dismissed me and my distress. “Don’t look at me like that, man. It’s creepy.”

“Whatever,” I bit out and fixed my stare on the girl that was now blubbering that she didn’t want to die, so she’d do anything we asked.

She crawled toward the camera dragging her bloodied leg and cut body across the floor and leaving a trail of red behind her. The sounds of her begging were loud in my ears, but my eyes didn’t see her blonde hair and hazel eyes.

No, my mind had found another to fixate on, and it was the delicate features of someone else that filled my fantasies as my hand moved faster along my shaft. It was harder than normal, and I actually felt a building of excitement for the coming release. It was rare that I got truly excited about anything. Even the kills only mildly stirred an interest, but at least it was more than the meager amount of feelings I had the rest of the time.

“Fine, if it’s bothering you that much… oh shit, here it comes,” Abel blurted as a white jet of come flew across the room and almost hit the television. “Fuckin’ yes, kill that bitch.”

He stood and fired the next one at my screen, the glob finding the girl’s face and sliding down her cheek like she was in the room. I ignored Abel as he continued to rant.

My release was close, and as the knife smoothly slid across the girl’s neck on the screen and the gurgling started, I came harder than I’d ever come. Slumping back into the chair, I felt my chest heave, yet I still couldn’t get the girl from the car out of my mind. No one intrigued me. I’d seen millions of faces with eyes of all colors, and none came close to the level of fascination I was experiencing.

“That’s better, woohoo!” Abel shook his body like a dog after a bath before flopping back into the chair and reaching for his pack of smokes. “As I was saying, then find her. Make her your next project. You’re like the best at fucking hunting people down. I’m sure you can find one girl,” Abel said as he grabbed the remote and switched the television from the girl to a different night. This one was a pair of girls Abel had found drunk and needing a cab. Worst mistake they ever made.