Thunder clapped in the distance as Nate stared out to sea. Standing on the edge of the pier he swayed gently in the breeze – his upturned face exposed to the lashing elements that boasted heavier and harder rain by the minute. Far off on the horizon storm clouds were brewing, rolling closer to the shore that was just barely illuminated by the yellow lighthouse lamp's beam. As the light passed across his face, Nathan opened his eyes, awakening from his inner calm; he had a job to do.
In the gloom a shadow of a woman was slumped on the wooden slats of the pier, unmoving, the golden river of her hair splayed about her head. Her chest gently rose and fell, her blank face barely betraying the terror she had endured in getting there - those scars stay firmly in the mind. A sigh escaped into the air, bringing with it a rush of white which quickly disappeared into the night - he was tired, but Nate couldn't skimp out on this part. He'd had his fun hours before, when he'd trapped and attacked the woman - Hayley, her name was - subjecting her to multiple counts of rape and sodomy, followed by his knife games. If he hadn't been so pressed for time, he'd have toyed with her some more, but for now he'd have to settle for a quick ending and rolling her into the blackened waters.
Nate slowly inhaled as he knelt beside the woman, almost lovingly brushing the hair from her face. Lips curled into a small smile and his hands crept around her throat, leaning heavily down until he felt her throat collapse under the pressure. Shame.Â
