Meeting Carol

When he first spotted Carol, a local girl who was selling vegetables in the market, he wanted to have her right away. He wanted to own a young and smooth-looking woman like her so much after the trauma that the ugly hag left him. To him, the experience was so scarring that it remained on his mind. It made him feel like the old woman had just taken his masculinity away from him, and now he so desperately wanted to bring himself back to life. At that moment, the only thing he wanted to do this is to dump all of his frustration on the petite lady who sold him a kilo of carrots every day.

He always noticed how beautiful Carol is. Well, she was not a supermodel, she's most certainly not the prettiest girl he had ever seen. However, at the moment, when Carol gave him the bag of cabbages with a smile on that fateful Monday morning, he knew she was the new target. This made me think that maybe the man lowered his taste a little bit after his affair with Jean, not to mention, he had been sex-free for longer than he would usually allow. Don't get me wrong; Carol is not ugly. She just looks so dull compared to Subject 1's usual targets. Well, sure, Jean is one nasty old fuck, but the one we need to weigh here in the Jean in the man's mind, not the reality of her. Carol paled in comparison to Mary and Laura on so many levels other than her beauty, but even that failed compared to someone like Chris, who had soft and effeminate traits, which made the boy seem like he's a girl with a penis.

Carol is just... a girl, just a woman doing her thing in this bitch of a world, an innocent lady who has an honest job. She's the type of woman that would stand at the same level as her lover, and she's also not the kind of person that would willingly surrender her body to anyone with a dick. Carol doesn't have any weird hobbies, too, and she's just the right amount of age to be strong enough to work in the busy market. She's also not awfully effeminate too. In fact, aside from her pretty face, there's nothing else that indicated her femininity throughout her body. She is quite muscular, after all, probably because of the many physical activities she has to go through in her day job. She's a stark contrast compared to the man's usual taste of petite women. Again, she's not ugly, but compared to the rest of the man's victims and to such a fine beauty like me, well, this innocent lady is no match.

I guess the man is just so sexually deprived lately; he never fucked as much as he did. After all, Carol had always been in his eyes. She had always been around him every day, for he would always buy ingredients from her store. Nevertheless, he never cared much about her until now.

Yes, not until now. However, now that the innocent lady became the man's target, that means the man will not stop until she begged him to stop.

It was the same day, at the same time. Carol would look at him with a bright smile, and the man would take the cabbages from her slender, pale hands with an awkward grin which Carol seemed to enjoy seeing.

That day was awfully hotter than usual, so Carol was wearing something looser than what she would usually wear. Most of the time, her body would be covered from head to toe, but this time, she's wearing a thin T-shirt that clearly exposes her neck. Seeing that pale, luscious neck of hers drove him insane. It was smooth, it was slender too, and it looked like it was a perfect hit on the man's hands. Everything about her neck made him want to lick it even further, which made the man bite his lower lip, trying his hardest not to let out his drool.

She is the one, and if not her, then he doesn't want anyone else. He would then proceed to do various things to capture Carol. No matter what happened, he wanted to own her.

Thus, that Thursday night in the same week was when he truly realized the perfection of Carol. That was also the day when he waited for almost two hours so that he could corner her. He didn't do all these just to stalk her aimlessly, no, he wanted to find the opportunity to have her all alone.

The people of this small town never learned. They are aware that a killer is in their midst, but these people still let a young lady like Carol leave in her lonesome in the middle of the night. Perhaps because they thought that since Carol knows karate, she could defend herself on the enigma that is to come on her way. However, she won't be able to protect herself against a person like Subject 1. She may be the strongest woman in the world, but in the end, she's still human. As you may have already known, the most important thing we realized in the many years we have operated this Organization is that the body of human beings indeed is one fragile, soft thing.

The man knows that there is a lingering deep feeling of absolute fear beneath the facade of calmness that Carol is showing on her pretty, pale face. She knows that there is something out there. More than anything, the innocent lady is afraid of what is to come, of the unknown, of the dark, and of death. The man knows that Carol is wary of him, but she doesn't know it yet.

Subject 1 knows full well that her intricate knowledge of these elaborate ways she could use to defend herself will prove useless this time.

After all, they're all defenses against someone who would strike her physically. The man already has all the knowledge he needed to keep her in his hands, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to do that against a black belt.

However, in retrospect, she won't be able to defend herself if no one attacks her.

Technically, the man does not intend to attack her.

Now that you had met Carol, it's time to talk about the start of how this seemingly unimportant woman became the most critical person in the man's progression into the unstoppable menace that he would soon become.