Chapter 2 - Episode 1

Ten years after a car hit his dog, as he let his parents to believe, he’d met Clara. She was sitting behind him and just moved from the west coast. He really liked her and he thought the feeling was mutual. Clara was a typical Californian babe, blonde with blue eyes, long slender legs and always cheerful, as if nothing in the world could depress her. Everybody in school new that she would make the cheerleaders the coming season. They’d spent a lot of time that summer and after a while they got intimate, intimate in a way he’d never experienced before, not even when his mother was bathing him. He took Clara to the spot where his dog was hit by a car and she undressed him, like she’d undressed him a few times before in his room.

He liked it when she undressed him, more because it would mean that he was going to undress her as well. He liked to see her immature breasts reveal themselves as undid the buttons of her blouse. And when she was only wearing her white sports bra and white panties she would make a pirouette in front of him, stopping halfway and bending over to watch him watch her from between her legs. She could tell that it excited him. And he would watch her bending over, waiting for her to get up again, turn herself to him and taking of her bra, that was the moment that most excited him, seeing her nipples hardening while she gazed at him. Seeing the tiny wet spot in her panties, knowing that he was going to be allowed to take them home with him.

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Chapter 1 - Episode 3

...This one older, he must have been 4 or 5 years old. That Christmas he had gotten a dog, not a puppy like all other kids in school, but a grown up stray dog. Too old to learn new tricks, but he didn’t need a dog that could learn new tricks, he needed a dog that would sit still when he told it to do so, and that Bobby did. The dog would do anything if the reward would be to sit still. It didn’t take long for him to understand this laziness of the dog would be of great help with his plans, plans he didn’t actually make.

That spring he had taken the dog into the forest where he had taken the dog, he never called it by its name, so often. The dog knew where to go and ran along with the squirrels. Up to the creek, where it played dead, until he would arrive and give the dog a hug. But that morning, he didn’t hug the dog. He had dug his fingers as deep as possible into the dog. At first he felt resistance from the skin and flesh of his friend, but once he gotten through it, he felt the warmth of the intestines of the dying animal. It was then when he found out about his skills. It didn’t take him any effort to sink his fingers into the bowels of the dog, and with the precision of a surgeon he removed the beast’s organs, one by one. When he got home he had told his parents that a car killed the dog and that he’d buried it. His parents were proud of their son, as he became a real man, not mourning for the death but embracing life. They never questioned him nor were they ever suspicious.

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Chapter 1 - Episode 2

He saw how he dug his bare hands up to his wrists in the motionless body of the woman. He guessed her at 40 years old, although scars around her ears suggested a recent face-lift. Judging by her clothes and the amount of jewelry she was wearing she must have been rich. But he didn’t care he never cared about money. Luxury was something that had never been on his mind. Although he came from a rich family and never had to worry about a thing, he now lived in one of the smallest apartments thinkable, no laundry facilities, no microwave, only an old fridge, that most of the time didn’t really cool what was put in it. He just didn’t care. What he did care about was the feeling that he got every time he laid his hands on a stiff body like the one he had his hand buried in.

He noticed that he was thinking of himself in the past sentence, as if he was no longer the person that he used to be. Something that made in a strange way perfect sense. He didn’t know why, but he felt as if the world had changed in such a way that nothing was the same any more. He had been thinking about this for the past 4 days, rethinking, reliving the events of the week before. Or was it a month? He didn’t care.

And while doing so, a new memory surfaced...

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