Warning: Adult Content: The following short story came in 1st place in a writing challenge about emotion on the Writer’s Carnival website.
Finally! the stalker thought, as he watched a young woman slow down from her jog to a walk. She’s alone. He’d wanted her from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Even now, his loins pulsated watching her petite hips sway back and forth along the jogging path toward him. It would only take a moment to pull her into the wooded area where he would sate his desire. He licked his lips as she was close enough now to see the beads of sweat trickle from her forehead. His tongue watered at the thought of savoring those droplets when he tasted her smooth skin. Now was the time. After that run, he knew she’d be too tired to fight him. He pounced.
Quietly coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her neck and waist to drag her into the woods. He could smell her subtle perfume as he pulled her close to him. “You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear. To his astonishment, he didn’t hear the cry of a frightened woman, but the words, “Like hell, I am!” And before he could take one step toward the woods, suddenly he was blinded by the fingers that were jabbed into his eyeballs and, to his folly, his grasp loosened. His once anxious lips now tasted the iron from his own blood as it trickled to his mouth when an elbow connected to his nose. His once anxious loins curdled up inside his body like a turtle in its shell as a knee assaulted his pride and joy. As he doubled over in pain, terror struck his heart when he felt the cord from her Ipod wrap around his neck as she dragged him into the woods. As life-giving air slowly left his body, he heard her whisper in his ear, “Serial rapist, meet serial killer!”