It's Too Easy
I’ve found her house. Marlie Silver—the “wife” of Rogan Wolfe—the woman I’m going to kill. Her sweet scent permeates the air, and I can’t stand it. My mouth is drooling in anticipation of slipping my sharp teeth into her belly, cutting her flesh to ribbons.
And all while Rogan watches.
I know he’s in there with her. The snow is thick with the scent of his unease. More than once I’ve had to control the urge to tear down the door and kill everyone inside to satisfy my rage. But I must control myself. I haven’t come this far only to fail in making Rogan suffer as I have suffered. His wife thought she’d been a widow these past two years. Now, I’m going to make Rogan a widower.
The beauty of it all is that he’s found her again. I’ll give him some time. I’ll give him all the time he needs to reacquaint himself with Marlie. It will only prove to make my revenge that much sweeter. She’ll taste like sugar, the sweetest meat I’ve ever devoured.
And Rogan... Ah, he’ll taste bitter. His fear will permeate his flesh. I haven’t decided if I’ll have mercy on Marlie and kill her before I feast. More than likely I will. And I’ll eat my fill. Once my hunger is satisfied, I’ll leave Rogan to ponder the loss of his wife for a few hours, torturing him beyond belief. But for Rogan, there shall be no mercy. Oh no. My pleasure will come from hearing his screams echoing in my ears, pleading for me to stop, screaming his dead wife’s name.
Go ahead and bask in your false sense of security, Rogan Wolfe. Tomorrow, you—and your wife—are mine.