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and an educated man, I thought to myself. After all, I hadn’t chosen an ex-con who had been convicted of kidnapping for no reason. It would be the first link in the chain of evidence detectives put together when looking for a suspect.
During the weeks before his arrival, I had a new lock installed in my office downstairs. There, stuck across the walls, was my Ravenge schematic. My mind was obsessed with the details. I found immense pleasure in planning, debating and reconciling the steps that would allow me to fulfill my revenge on Rachel and finally reach a resolution in my soul. I wasn’t sure how it would all end, whether this would rectify my anger and allow me to continue life, or whether I would finally end this painful existence to join them on the other side. That part would all have to be determined after my plan was executed. I did know one thing for certain however; I was not going to prison.
I began to engage Brian in small conversation, not to grow closer of course, but to gain knowledge of his life in order to connect it with the schematic. I knew he was prescribed anti-anxiety pills...I could use that. I knew he wasn’t technologically savvy...I could use that. I knew he was naïve and trusting...I could use that though I wondered how a person could still possess those traits after being abused so badly by others. I had to stop thinking that way. I had to make sure I never felt pity on this pitiful man. I remembered I needed to view him as a puppet and nothing more for my schematic to reach fruition.
We went over the “rules” together on the first day of Brian’s arrival. My office, under no circumstances, was to be entered. I had cameras randomly placed throughout the house and if he even attempted access,
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life