Valentine's Day

I took the day off work on Monday. I decided to check out Paris's house. I also figured out a neat trick with Flesh Sculptor where I could make myself look like anyone. I decided to change my face to look like Tom Milligan, a poor bastard that Valentine had absolutely smashed on his way out. He was accused of sexual harassment, ****, the whole package. What actually happened was he refused to get coffee for one of his team mates and she overreacted. Nobody checked up on it and of course everyone was more than happy to accept his firing. Valentine had gone extra hard and filed a police report for the ****. I never knew what happened to the guy, but he certainly had motive to be stalking Paris's house.

I picked the lock very quickly with my improved fine motor skills and my newly acquired knowledge. I made sure the street was empty before I went in. I carefully walked through her house, checking photos on the counters for any sign of family. She looked very single. She had romance novels in her bedroom, all with themes that suggested she might enjoy what I had in store for her. I also checked the garage and it was clear she parked her car in her regularly. That was good news. I was in and out in about 10 minutes and couldn't find any signs of someone living with her. I planted 3 cameras so I could watch in the week leading up to my plan.

Next I went to a shop out in Gresham. It was a seedy little back alley place and they sold all sorts of shit. Knives, rope, duct tape. I had found this place on a forum online and I had pretty easily gained the owners trust. I walked out with a garrote wire, duct tape, a length of rope, a big fucking knife, and about 10 sets of handcuffs. As I was leaving the owner gave me a warning.

"I didn't see you, you didn't see me. None of my other customers ever seen me so if someone comes asking questions, I'll know that you seen me. Got it?" He said smiling.

"As long as you didn't see me. I got it." I said back to him. He nodded and handed over my stuff in a big box. I put it in the car and drove to a lot in Vancouver. I had called a guy who was selling a van. It was a big ram promaster and it had a big back section and a walled off cabin. The guy was selling it for $2k because it had blood stains in it from some crazy shit. It didn't look that crazy to me so I decided to keep it for the fear factor. I then stored my box and the van in a lot down by the river in Portland. It was well hidden and I locked the doors and the steering wheel so it wouldn't get stolen. I also lojacked it so if someone did run off with it I could find it again. I made my finger prints disappear with my ability. This was so useful.

I took the the rope, some duct tape, and the knife. When I got home I added a cloth and I was ready. I had studied Paris's routine and I was so glad she was boring. At least for this first one. I was getting in the elevator at the end of the day when Paris got on with me.

"Oh, hello Wilson." She said shortly.

"Ms. Valentine." I said casually. Expanded mind was keeping my anxiety at normal levels, otherwise I would be freaking out. "Any big plans tonight for Halloween?" I prayed she said no.

"Uh, why?" I just gave a look like, c'mon I'm trying to make small talk and she continued. "Nothing really, I don't really like Halloween." I smiled and shook my head.

"That doesn't surprise me." I said smirking at her.

"What's that supposed to mean? What, you think I don't party?" She looked offended.

"I didn't say that, you did." I said smirking at her.

"Well, what are your big plans then? Being a loser somewhere?" She said.

I just laughed. "That is such a weak comeback." She actually laughed a little but stopped herself.

"Whatever. Goodnight Wilson." She said leaving the elevator quickly. We were gonna have fun tonight.

11:30pm hit and Halloween was starting to wear down. Nobody was outside on her street and she finally turned her lights off. I watched as she headed to her bedroom. I could swear I could see a glow from her room. She was watching TV. I got out, all dressed in black, and my face looking like Tom's, and I got into her backyard. I unlocked the sliding back door and creeped inside, closing the door behind me. I also drew the back curtains so I was hidden. I glanced around the corner to see that light was emanating from her bedroom and I could hear the TV. This hallway was a perfect place to grab her so I took a rock from a nearby plant thing and I threw it at a vase over by the front door. I calculated exactly the right speed to throw it at to cause the vase to shatter.

"HELLO? Is someone there?" She said loudly. She came out into the hallway and as she moved to check on the vase I wrapped my arms around her neck and I applied pressure like I had seen a tutorial about. After only a few seconds she was choked out and ****. I moved quickly, I closed all the windows and turned off the TV. I locked the doors and then I turned to her. I picked her up and put her onto the dining room table. It was very sturdy and had a nice wide base so she wouldn't be able to rock it too bad. The bed would've been better but this felt more... sinister. Plus I didn't want this bitch comfortable. I tied her arms, legs, and torso to the table and stuck a cloth in her mouth and taped it across. I waited behind her head and put the knife across the kitchen on the counter. I knew how I wanted her fear to build.

Finally she started to stir. She looked around and I stood over her, my face back to its normal self. "Good evening Ms. Valentine. I had plans tonight, in case you were wondering." I said smiling down at her.

"MPHMPMHM" She said through her gag.

"Yeah, yeah. Something clever and mean I know. You need a new thing sweetie." I walked over to where the knife was. "Now, I want you to be able to talk to me. But I don't want you screaming." I held the knife up and rested the blade against her throat. Her eyes were big. "Do you feel like screaming?" I asked, looking right into her eyes. She shook her head. "Alright, I am willing to trust you this time. If you fuck me on this, I won't hesitate to cut you." I said brandishing the knife. She nodded emphatically. I reached down and tore the tape off in one painful swipe. I pulled the cloth out and she was coughing.

She was about to speak but I put the knife to her throat. She whispered instead. "Why are you doing this? Look, I'm sorry I was a bitch to you is that what you want to hear? I really didn't mean anything I said and I am so sorry I made your life hard. Please, just relax and let's talk this out okay?" She pleaded up to me. I smiled and set the knife down on the kitchen counter.

"That's exactly what I want. You don't have to whisper either. Talk normally while I prepare." I said going into the kitchen. I had the worm in my pocket but I wanted to make it look like I was getting prepared.

"Prepare for what? What are you going to do? You're not going to... to **** me are you?" She asked nervously. "Look, I can get the others to stop messing with you. Just, let me go and we can WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" She shrieked at the sight of the worm. Like a flash I was over to her throat with the knife. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot. What is that fucking thing?" She said almost crying now.

"This is a mind worm. It goes in your ear." I said opening the vial. I poured the little guy into my hand. I put my hand on her head and turned her to the side. And put it on her ear. I ordered it to do its work and the thing sprung to life, crawling down her ear.

"Oh shit what the fuck please please whatever you're doing stop it this is so gross and crazy and OH FUCK! Sorry. Eww I can feel it oh fuck I can feel it. What the fuck is this oh god!" She was trying to kick her legs and then finally she stopped. "What was that thing?"

"It's a mind worm, can you still feel it?" I asked taking out a notebook. This was going to be very educational for me.

"What? No. Where is it. Is it in my head?" She asked retching.

"It's working its way into your brain to take control of you for me. It'll take one hour for it to finish linking our minds. After that you will become my **** forever." I said smiling. "Lucky me! So," I said taking a seat next to her. "What do you want to talk about for an hour?"