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deep in his heart that if he had her, he wouldn’t want to share her with anyone, not even a child. She would be all I need. Children would only spoil things, they would take her attention away from me… he amended. He had come to get her for their scheduled dinner, but decided not to disturb her as she was trying to lure the little girl out from under the table. He liked watching her when she didn’t know he was, he had done it countless times before.

He had brought Karen to the Sisters of Hope home for children to recover from her attack, and had worked with the nuns himself, counseling the troubled children there. Like the little girl Karen was reaching out to at the moment. The girl came from the home of a mentally unstable mother; the woman had tried to drown the child, thinking that she was a demon. Luckily, Amy had managed to break free and run to a neighbor’s house for help. She was staying in the home until other immediate family members could be located, but at the moment it seemed as if her mentally disturbed mother had severed all ties with her family, and locating them was proving to be a difficult task.

“She’s wonderful with the children; I think being with them fills some sort of void in her.” Sister Katherine said to him as she watched the child nodding at something Karen said.

“Perhaps you’re right.” he replied, careful to keep a pleasant look on his face as dread welled up within him. After a certain phone call he had received earlier, he knew time was running out. The truth would be exposed, and he had to find a way to convince Karen to give up her life and leave with him. It was the only way he could keep her… Desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to start working on her, soon… he thought as he clutched the bottle of medication in his jacket pocket. He had used it before, and had to be very careful, because too much could be fatal. It had happened before, to another woman, but it had been an accident. He would genuinely prefer to not give her such a large dosage at one time, but he had to act fast… .

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Raidon Bishop, a private detective, showed the resort owner a photo of Cassandra Mortenson. “She would have been here in the month of May, about three years ago.” he said.

Giving the photo a cursory glance, she looked at him and rolled her eyes. How did he expect her to remember that far back? It wasn’t as if the woman had been a celebrity or anything. How could she possibly be expected to remember an anonymous face from three years earlier? She was used to sleazy tabloid reporters, coming around and trying to find out about the people that stayed at the exclusive adult resort. “Sir, I really don’t remember this woman. Besides, due to our patron’s desires for privacy, we can’t give out any information of any type, anyway.” she replied in a haughty and dismissive tone.

Tucking the picture back inside his leather jacket, he reflected on the fact that, thus far, the case had been one false lead after another. But he had at least managed to trace Cassandra Mortenson’s credit card to the swanky adult resort. It surprised him, because from what he had learned of the woman during his research, she would never have been caught dead in a place such as this. She had too much class. This place was strictly for people who had some of the most deviant sexual tastes out there. He had snuck onto the grounds the day before, and snooping around, had discovered the resort had its own dungeon, and he also knew that high-priced prostitutes, both men and women, plied their trade here. Time to do a little arm-twisting …. he thought.

“You're still here?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

“Listen, Miss, my client is a very wealthy man, very powerful, and his wife went missing here. He wants answers, and he told me to use any means necessary to get the information. Now, as much as I would hate to disturb your