This is the twenty-seventh part of a fiction serial, in 751 words.
Ten minutes more on her computer had seen Thomas delete Gillian’s blog, as well as deleting every email she had sent and received. He then changed the password on her email, just in case. He knew it could all be retrieved of course, but when he eventually left this house, he would take the hard drive with him, destroying it in his workshop.
Picking up the landline house phone, he pulled the cable out of the back, rendering it useless. A few moments in the menu of her mobile phone, and he had set up a password to access that too.
Tipping out her handbag onto the sofa, he found two sets of house keys on different key rings, and put both into his trouser pocket. Then he rummaged through the contents of her purse, removing a bank card which he also put in his pocket. With her card details already saved by the supermarket website, and numerous other online sites including Amazon, he was not going to need it.
To while away some time, he used her computer to log on to some other blogs of women he was messaging. Thomas always liked to have a couple on the go, planning ahead.
Littlesparrow was promising, although he was yet to get her to divulge her real name and address, she had sent him a photo, and he knew that she lived in Derby. In her case, she was a lonely elderly divorcee looking for love, and the photo and details he had been using to woo her had been easy enough to find online.
Leaving her a message explaining that he was away working for a while, he went to cook an omelette for his dinner, using some of the dozen eggs he had found in Gillian’s cupboard.
The bedtime routine would have to be worked out, and she would have to comply. No point messing around, so he thought he might as well sort that out from day one. Walking upstairs holding the knife, and a small glass of water, he made Gillian jump as he entered the room.
“Well, it is time for you to settle down for the night. You can drink some of this water, then I will let you use the bathroom to go to the toilet and brush your teeth. I will release your restraints for that, but I warn you now that of you do anything I don’t like, you will get this. Okay?”
He showed her the knife. Gillian nodded, and watched as he unlocked the cloth-covered handcuffs securing her hands and feet. She felt the need to speak up while she could, before he put that awful gag back in her mouth.
“I don’t think I can go to the toilet with you watching me. I have never done that before, not even in front of my mum. And can I have something to cover me? I feel so embarrassed with you seeing me like this”. Thomas smiled before replying. “You will use the toilet, or wet the bed later, the choice is yours. I will give you your duvet for sleeping, but there is no need to be ashamed, as I think your body is wonderful. Now, up you get, and don’t give me any trouble”.
In the bathroom, Gillian was mortified to be peeing in front of the man. He didn’t even turn away, just stared at her. After that, she brushed her teeth, then followed him back into mum’s bedroom and lay down on the bed while he fastened the restraints and secured the gag. He showed her the mask. “Do you want this?” She shook her head, so he covered her with the duvet and went over to switch off the light. Before he did so, he leaned back into the room.
“Goodnight, sweet Gillian. Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite”. As the room was plunged into darkness, she remembered her mum used to say that when she was little.
Back in the living room, Thomas watched the late news, drinking a cup of his favourite tea.
It was all going very well, much better than he had hoped it would. He might even make her breakfast in bed tomorrow.
Before settling down on the sofa, he went to the computer to send a message to Littlesparrow.
I cannot sleep for thinking about you, my only sweetheart. If only I was there, to hold you tenderly, and to take all of your cares away, my love. xx
Gillian will not run. He had given her what she wanted, a passionate lover. In her mind, he loves her. And no one ever has said she is beautiful, so she will not let him down, even if it kills her…
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You are on the right track, Shaily. She has had sex that she perceives to be affection, and regards him as her lover, not her captor.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Such evil! If only I could slip a knife into Gillians’s hands…
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But would she use it?
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good point, pun intended. 🙂
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ohh man another woman also seriously and the story line is going on good with the climax coming i liked it
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Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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The next time he brings Gillian some dinner she needs to shove a steaming hot pie in his face and make a run for it…
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That would be one plan, Stevie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a creep! This reminds me of a video I used in school to warn the kids about internet contacts where a middle aged man pretending to be a 15 year old boy to groom young girls. It’s horrible that this still goes on with women being seduced online.
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That kind of thing was my inspiration for this story, Jude. I think what we see on the news is just the tip of an iceberg of unreported cases.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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What a creep and to think that could so easily be happening in the real world at the moment…it makes me shiver…x
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I think there is a very good chance that this kind of thing goes on, and doesn’t get reported for various reasons.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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(1) Bad citation; “When Thomas eventually left this house, he would take the hard drive. It would be an easy drive back to his place. The prospect of once again driving his exceedingly dull small car thrilled him immensely.”
(2) Thomas took care of the landline and the mobile phone, but not the telegraph. He’s going to feel remorse for having overlooked it.
(3) Thomas rummaged through Gillian’s purse, and found everything but the kitchen sink. Needless to say, he was very disappointed.
(4) Littlesparrow was promising. She had sent Tomahawk some faraway smoke signals, but had yet to divulge the name or exact whereabouts of her tribe. But Tomahawk knew she’d been widowed by the U.S. Cavalry, so he was confident he could woo her. (Tomahawk later wrote a book on inter-tribal marriage using the pen name Thomas Hawkins.)
(5) When Gillian saw Thomas holding a knife, she was flabbergasted. Had she been a thin person, she would merely have been surprised.
(6) Thomas was inconsiderate with his use of an “awful gag.” He could very easily have purchased a more tasteful gag online.
(7) Overheard:
Thomas: “Goodnight, sweet Gillian. Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Gillian: “It’s not the bedbugs that i’m worried about. It’s the scorpions! They make my skin crawl!”
Thomas: “Really? I find that very intere-sting.”
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You had some fun with this tonight. The convoluted red indian reference was almost the start of a novel! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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So this is a way of life for Thomas? It is creepy how easily your identity can be stolen and how easily you can fall in a trap even if you are normally vigilant.
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It is what he has been doing for a long time, even before the Internet. He likes the power and control, and genuinely prefers supposedly ‘unattractive’ women. Gillian is the latest in a long line of his successes, and Littlesparrow is next on his list.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Cant wait to see where this one goes…you are ratcheting up the tension superbly
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Thanks, John. Glad you are feeling that tension.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh gosh Pete. Yes, it IS unpredictable. I had to leave it half way through yesterday but could not resist taking a peek back in today to see what was happening. It’s a bit like watching a horror movie from behind a chair, peeking in every now and then!
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Sorry I don’t know who you are, as you have come up as anonymous. But very glad to hear you couldn’t resist coming back for that peek!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Jeez
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That’s one word for it, Sue. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😂
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This is so very unpredictable – and creepy. I feel slightly guilty saying I can’t wait to see what happens next
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If you think it is unpredictable, Hayley, that makes me happy. Stick around for the last few episodes to see what happens. And please don’t feel guilty. Only Thomas has to feel guilty, and he doesn’t feel that at all! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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WTF? 🤣🤣 SO weird! When’s the murder?
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Murder? What ar you on about, FR? As if there will be a murder! 🙂 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s murder just waiting to find out what’s going to happen!
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