The Girl From the Woods
11
Two Months Earlier
Rachel was alone when I approached. I'd been watching her for a few days, and finally I had to make my presence known.
This party was the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation.
"Hello," I said.
She looked up, took a sip of beer from the plastic red cup she held, and nodded. She was nervous, because I'd startled her.
"Hi," she answered.
I sat beside her on the back porch. The music pulsed softly from inside, vibrating until my feet. But all I could think about was her and the terrible things I wanted to do to her.
"I'm Victor," I told her. "It's nice to meet you."
Oh, how nice it was.