Serial Psycho

I could feel the urge cursing through my veins, it had been eighteen months since I had had any sexual relations with anyone. For a few days now I have felt the call grow stronger than normal. My blood boiling with every gaze and every stare.

She went by me at the cafeteria but said nothing. I turned to look at her but rather my eyes fell upon her lower back. Which revealed the curves and bends with every stride she took. It was like a whole different universe behind her and it moved in rhythm with her body.

It had been a while since I had seen such glorious melody emanating from the body of any woman. I began to salivate.

I was an undergraduate at the University of Ghana - School of Business - fighting for a chance at a better life - so the educational system promised. I didnt enroll into the university at the age of Forty-five, after i had obtained a bachelor's degree in Behavioural Psychology at the age of Twenty-four and a master's degree a couple of years later to sit in pews and listen to worthless words from business lecturers who had no real business.

I had studied Psychology for the thrill of being able to study and tell what was in the mind of people and whenever I was out of class the world became my laboratory and every other person in it becomes a test subject - especially females.

So it wasn't just for the promise of a better life that i enrolled at the university to study Business - why study business that involves too much interaction with people instead of studying people and make them interact with me, I guess someone will call me a Psychopath.

I decided to study business for the prospects of meeting new people - Girls, Ladies, Women which ever class intrigued me the most at the given time. And it was so pleasing to me to have Ninety percent of my course-mates being females.

I had taken a glance at Alice the first day foundation class began. We were to have foundation class for about a month to remind us of the things we learnt in High school I guess or to introduce us to the new things that laid in store for us in the following years - I never could tell which.

I took to the back. Sitting at the back - behind everyone else - allowed me to see every single person and from there i could read their posture. If you studied even a little Psychology you would know that even the way people sit tells a story. Some people slouched, some had their heads on the table, others could not box-in their phobia of being in a new place and amongst new people, and so would often walk out of the class. But a few sat straight with their shoulders high waiting eagerly for lectures to begin and amongst those, one intrigued me the most, i dont go for the weak - too easy and not much thrill.

Alice sat at the first row, the class was arranged in sixteen rows and ten columns - that's about 160 seats in total - she had her seat at the seventh column on the first row.

I on the other hand was sat at the one hundred and eleventh seat - I leave you to decipher what row and column I was in - but where I sat I could see her - from behind - as clear as daylight. When she stood up to answer a question or ask one, my eyes went with her. When she took a bathroom excuse, my eyes went with her to the door and my mind continued with her to the stall. Imagining as she unbuttoned her trousers, and pushed it down her thigh. As her fingers went back up and her undie slid down.

As she was sat on the water closet, the liquid waste of her body trickling down into the bowl the sound of rain dropping into a bowl of water.

And when she was done with her business stood back up and the undie and trousers came back up to their respective positions - unpredictable what the mind can predict.

This went on for days unend and finally I had to cure my illness.

At the cafeteria she had ordered for a meal and was waiting on it when I walked up to her and did what everyone usually do.

" do you mind if I sit next to you" I said.

She nodded and gestured for me to sit if I wanted to. I sat down gazed sternly at her, she noticed and asked why I was staring.

I refused answering and instead I introduced myself to her.

"I am Michael Isaac. First year, school of business."

She looked at me from the corner of her eye and said "Alice, first year too" and then she continued with her phone.

I sat there for about five minutes just imagining what would happen if she and I were all alone in this world. I wouldn't wait to have a room or a bed to engage in whatever I wanted to do. I would stand behind her and reach down with my tongue to her ear and and I'll bite on it so gently she would wail in pleasure and then I would slide down her neck and put my teeth just behind her earlobe, all the while my hands reaching to her bosom. I will squeeze gently and allow her to call out to me. I shall unbutton her blouse and reach in from her cleavage down to her groin and then she will whisper to me and say......

"Excuse me miss this is your meal."

I was immediately awoken from my trance by the serving girl - stupid serving girl couldn't wait just a minute before interrupting the prelude of what I had planned for Alice.

She looked at me once more as she gnawed into her sandwich and said " you have been staring at me for the past five minutes, what do you want with me?"

Now, this to me was progress, the fact that she noticed I was staring and she knew how long I had been staring made me understand that she too had her mind set on me for a while there and the fact that she didn't speak harshly, I knew I was on trail.

Now she was a brilliant and intelligent young lady so I had to make sure I meet her standards and whether you agree with me or not. Ladies love spontaneous guys and I was not just spontaneous, believe me even I know that I am a Psychopath. So I asked her.

"What do you think about Newton's first law of motion?"

She looked at me as if to say 'What the hell has that got to do with me?'

But to be polite she instead just said " I am not a scientist, I'm studying business."

"But it doesn't matter whether you studied science or not" I said

"What matters is, the law affects everybody."

She stared at me once more with the I do not care kind of eye but I continued nonetheless.

" Newton's first law states that 'a body will continue to be in a state of rest unless acted upon by an external force. It means a car will remain wherever it was parked unless something causes it to move from there."

She looked at me once more and said " So?"

" don't you get it, if the earth is revolving and rotating on its axis then everything on earth revolves and rotates with the earth. Which means as long as the earth continues to revolve and rotate, nothing on earth is in a state of rest.

She looked at me once more but this time with a blank stare as if to say " wow! You are quite brilliant "

After we had finished our meal, we walked out of the cafeteria together giggling like newly weds. She enjoyed my jokes and I enjoyed thinking about joking on her - if you know what I mean.

When can we meet again" I asked her.

"Well Sunday is always my day off" she replied.

We exchanged contacts and she turned around and walked off but I stood back sinking once more into my imagination.

Well Sunday came pretty quick and I was ready for what was to come. While others were out to church yearning for an encounter, I was also yearning for my personal encounter.

I had called Alice the night before and had asked her to meet me at my apartment just about 2 miles away from the university.

She had agreed to come and so I decided to make the day special - for me.

At about 8:15 pm, I heard a knock on the door, I opened it and it was Alice.

I stared once more at the creature that stood before me and it was beauty made human. She had eyes so bright and beautiful, her smile was charming, her lips were wet with strawberry flavored lip-gloss and her body graceful.

We had a great meal and I talked some more about how beautiful she was and how she made me feel but she only just brushed it aside. After the meal we talked for about an hour, watched some TV shows until it was about 11pm.

I had taken the time to prepare everything as sparkly as it should be. And she enjoyed every moment, it was time for me to enjoy my moment.

We were sat on a cushion, I reached around her neck with my left hand and then leaned over to kiss her, she returned my kiss. I pressed my body unto hers and soon we were soaked into the cushion chair - exchanging saliva. After about 5 minutes of kissing, I reached my hand to touch her bosom just as I had imagined but first I had to stir things up a bit and so I reached unto her neck - just behind her earlobe - with my tongue and I could hear her mutter. I didn't bother to listen to what she was saying and kept on the trail of foreplay.

Now I am good at what I do and a lot of ladies have commented on my skill, so it came at a surprise when after all the neck locking, ear biting, lip chewing, teeth sharpening and tongue rolling. When I reached to her bosom and held her uder in my palm, that she said "please stop!"

For a second I just took it as one of those things ladies say - when they like what you are doing but don't want you to know that they like it, so they tell you that they don't like it. So I continued on with my charge, reaching down from her cleavage unto her groin when she held my hand and said "please stop!"

I stared at her first in confusion until she said " you are a nice guy and a very charming one but I want us to take things slow."

Now my confusion turned to anger, no one will stop me from getting what I wanted. So I pressed on her and tried to unbolutton her Jean trouser. She kicked me in the groin, I reached out to her and I must say this for everyone to hear. " I was not trying to hurt her, I was only trying to get what was mine." But Mayne I pushed her too hard and she hit her head on the wall and then fell to the ground.

I picked her up from the ground and took her over to my bed where I tied her arms and feet to the bed and while she was unconscious I had my desert - if you know what I mean.

After I had done my deed - I could give you every single detail but I'll rather have you imagine what happened - I went over to the my sitting room, drank some whiskey and then came back to the bedroom.

When I got to the bedroom she was lying lifeless on my bed, blood gushed profusely from the side of her head and the whole bed was stained with blood. I tried to resuscitate her by pressing against her chest repeatedly but she wouldn't move - perhaps she was .......

I immediately packed my things - every thing I needed - and headed out into the night before anyone would know what I had done. I know it would take about a week or two before anyone would find her body.

I have moved a couple of miles from Accra and found myself in a town called Cape Coast. There's a university here called Cape Coast University. I wonder what chapter awaits me here but I know that soon I would leave here and I may find myself in your neighbourhood - I love Nigeria. Though which ever place I find myself, I know there will be a headline.

'Young university lady found dead in an apartment building'