Somewhere in Boston, at a shopping mall
He lingered about near the fountain near the entrance of the mall, holding a bag in his hand and pretending to wait for someone. The mall was crowded with women- there was a sale on at one of the outlets on the ground floor, and women were thronging the area to grab their share of branded clothes in cheap and save money. It was nearly six in the evening, and the sale wasn't getting over soon. Evening was also the perfect time to kidnap victims, after all.
Which was very good for him in two ways. One, he had hundreds of women, especially young nubile ones, to choose from. Two, the crowd meant the mall security guard wouldn't pay much attention to him.
The crowd of women swelled by the minute. He suddenly felt hungry- he hadn't eaten anything since he had left work two hours ago. Not wanting to lose sight of his prospective victim pool, but not wanting to collapse from hypoglycemia either, he rushed towards the cafe on the same floor, and decided to have a burger.
He was back within ten minutes, in his earlier position near the fountain. The whole of the ground floor was a sea of people, both because of the people who had come for other purposes, and the ladies who had visited for the sales especially.
But he didn't lose sight. He knew where to look, how to look, when to look and how to choose his next prey. That's why he considered himself the perfect hunter.
Time passed as the process of influx-efflux of customers in the mall continued. Finally, it was nine p.m., and the mall was about to close. Almost everybody had left, except the mall staff, and the women still at the sale, haggling over the few remaining items of clothing.
It was among these stragglers that he had found his next 'Azalea'. She was a petite, luscious blonde, who had been here since early evening and had taken a lot of time to pick her dresses. Finally she was paying her bill at the counter, and had four plastic bags brimming with clothes to carry.
He smiled at his luck- women having a tonne of shopping to carry without anyone to help, were easier to corner in a deserted parking lot under the cover of darkness.
The blonde, having paid her bill, picked up her shopping bags and walked out of the outlet, towards the elevators. He subtly followed ten feet behind, knowing she was going to her car parked in the basement lot. He smiled again as he felt so lucky. Basement parking lots afforded a lot of privacy, especially at this time of the evening.
Anticipation bubbling inside, he followed his quarry as she stepped into one of the elevators. He stepped into the other elevator, and they both were the only ones going down.
He couldn't believe his luck. Azalea was going to be so happy.
He lingered about near the fountain near the entrance of the mall, holding a bag in his hand and pretending to wait for someone. The mall was crowded with women- there was a sale on at one of the outlets on the ground floor, and women were thronging the area to grab their share of branded clothes in cheap and save money. It was nearly six in the evening, and the sale wasn't getting over soon. Evening was also the perfect time to kidnap victims, after all.
Which was very good for him in two ways. One, he had hundreds of women, especially young nubile ones, to choose from. Two, the crowd meant the mall security guard wouldn't pay much attention to him.
The crowd of women swelled by the minute. He suddenly felt hungry- he hadn't eaten anything since he had left work two hours ago. Not wanting to lose sight of his prospective victim pool, but not wanting to collapse from hypoglycemia either, he rushed towards the cafe on the same floor, and decided to have a burger.
He was back within ten minutes, in his earlier position near the fountain. The whole of the ground floor was a sea of people, both because of the people who had come for other purposes, and the ladies who had visited for the sales especially.
But he didn't lose sight. He knew where to look, how to look, when to look and how to choose his next prey. That's why he considered himself the perfect hunter.
Time passed as the process of influx-efflux of customers in the mall continued. Finally, it was nine p.m., and the mall was about to close. Almost everybody had left, except the mall staff, and the women still at the sale, haggling over the few remaining items of clothing.
It was among these stragglers that he had found his next 'Azalea'. She was a petite, luscious blonde, who had been here since early evening and had taken a lot of time to pick her dresses. Finally she was paying her bill at the counter, and had four plastic bags brimming with clothes to carry.
He smiled at his luck- women having a tonne of shopping to carry without anyone to help, were easier to corner in a deserted parking lot under the cover of darkness.
The blonde, having paid her bill, picked up her shopping bags and walked out of the outlet, towards the elevators. He subtly followed ten feet behind, knowing she was going to her car parked in the basement lot. He smiled again as he felt so lucky. Basement parking lots afforded a lot of privacy, especially at this time of the evening.
Anticipation bubbling inside, he followed his quarry as she stepped into one of the elevators. He stepped into the other elevator, and they both were the only ones going down.
He couldn't believe his luck. Azalea was going to be so happy.
:)...interesting...waiting for his next move...
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