This is a short story.

     Honks and sirens blared as a ambulance hurried down the congested highway. The driver twisted and turned through the unending maze of cars to make it in time to save a life. Some cars, like Bent's, moved out of the way so the paramedic could speed by, others were nearly rear ended by the vehicle as it charged forwards. Bent watched the ambulance with bored eyes as it sped off into the distance, how he envied the driver. How Bent wished he was able to drive off and save people's lives. He wished he had the guts, the coolness of head. But Bent was just an average man, a man who became nautious at the sight of blood. A man who worked a nine to five in a cramped office for a lawn apparel company.

     Bent slowly turned into his driveway an hour an a half later and entered his home. It was as empty as always with unpacked boxes laying sporatically through the house. He had moved here nearly a month ago, but he wasn't the biggest go-getter in the world so he took things from their packing as he needed them. It was suprising how many things you didn't need when you were too lazy to remove them from their perfect packaging.
 

      He made himself dinner, canned soup, and read a bit under the covers of his bed. That was his night, he only could hope the next would be more exiting. He so craved the exitement his newest hobby, his fun new game, gave him. It first had been a light hobby, he would only play for a little while, nothing serious. Then he found more enjoyment in more serious play. It had become much more then that now, it was bordering on obsession, yet he loved it.

     An early awakening the next morning heralded the start of his day. He shuffled through his morning obligations, he needed to be presentable or he might have lost his job, it wasn't like he was a star worker. He walked out to his car and waved to his neighbor across the street as he did the same. He had always envied his neighbor for his family and succes. He never seemed to be depressed or even sad at all. Bent wanted his life too, perhaps one day he would have it.

His work day was average untill around lunchtime. On his break he went to a local eatery and met a woman named Jean. Jean wasn't a killer or anything, but she wasn't a freak of nature either. Bent took a liking to her and asked her if she'd like to join him for dinner tonight. He really didn't have the money to pay for both but he would put it on his charge and worry about it later. Tonight was all that mattered, all he wanted was a little fun.
 

     She accepted, she didn't seem very lively but Bent would change that. He'd make this night a night they could both remember for a long time. He treated her like a queen when they arrived at the restaraunt. He pulled all the stops for this one, he enjoyed the chase, the thrill of the hunt. He wooed and she absorbed it like a sponge. She was all his tonight, he could feel it. The dinner was a phenomanal success and the two drove, slightly drunk, to his house afterwords. She began to undress and he waited for her in bed, voices in his mind celebrating his conquest.

     That night was filled with the sounds of lovemaking and passion. He was no amatuer in the sensuous games lovers play and their exchange was one of more then just bodily fluids, it was a connection that dug deeper then flesh. But tonight his time for fun was just beginning as their climax ended. He stroked her hair lovingly as a child does with a favorite toy afterwards as she slept and brought her downstairs.

     He tied her to a chair naked and gagged her. She woke up somewhere during this and began to scream, he was forced to knock her unconcious. This made him unhappy, he detested blood and she now poured it from her nose. He finished his preparations and allowed her to wake once more. She tried to scream, but he stopped that quickly with a few choice words. He then removed his true prized possesion, the knife.

     She cried and pleaded with her muffled voice. He smiled at her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I usually don't like blood, but for you I'll make an exeption. Don't be afraid, we're just going to play." What could he say? He would stifle his disgust for her..