Chapter 13

It was dark in his office - and that was what he liked - the darkness.

It became of him.

He found it soothing.

It held nothing. Just silence.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back into his leather recliner. Immediately, the face of his beloved flashed behind his closed lids and a smile formed on his lips.

He had won. In the morning, she will be his officially. In very sense of the word and he could hardly wait.

He never thought he would ever get married one day-he always thought he would live out his life with a single purpose-pleasure.

He never understood why there were some feelings he never felt like those around him-he didn't feel remorse, guilt, happiness, empathy or any other sort of feeling that could emotionally link him to others.

All he felt was pleasure-in pain, gore and bloodshed.

But it wasn't something to make him feel complete. Nothing was. And he wanted to feel that way. He wanted to feel complete.