Innocent Housewife - (James_Moriarty & Kendall)

James_Moriarty

I watched her from across the street like I had many times before, and thought about the things I was going to do to her.

I’d had opportunities to take her before, and if she’d been a lesser victim I would have. She was home alone most days, but there was always the chance someone would show up unexpectedly and I didn’t want our time together to be cut short or rushed.

There was just something special about this girl. It wasn’t just the body, or the face, though both were spectacular. It was the innocence she projected, like the darkness of the world had never managed to touch her. Most men would consider her precious, something to be protected. Then there were men like me who saw that she had missed out on a lifetime of pain and suffering and wanted to be the one who got to inflict all of that missed suffering onto her.

Today that darkness that she had somehow avoided for so long was finally going to touch her.

Kendall

I scampered up behind my husband, grabbed himby the wrist and kissd him as he walked out the door. I could taste the mint from him just brushing his teeth.
“I love you,” I said, our lips still touching.
“I love you too, darlin’.” He got in the car and waved until the car was obscured around the corner by the big tree. I shut the door with a sigh. I hated being in the big enpty house, but had grown accustomed. The house was new and sometimes groans and creaks that always worried me, were sounds a settling house made. I made my way down to the excersise room to work out for 45 minutes before showering and starting work, thankful my office hadn’t pivoted back to in person after the pandemic restrictions. I stepped on the treadmill, and tuened on the TV, turning the volume up loud to be heard over the noise of the tradmill.

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Kendall

I watched the husband leave the house, just like he did every day. They were both creatures of habit. Based on the activewear she always wore as she said goodbye to her husband I had surmised she must exercise somewhere inside each morning.

I gave it 5 minutes and approached the house. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, so I’d worn black pants and a polo shirt from a now defunct plumbing company which I’d found at goodwill. I had a change of clothes in the duffel bag I carried, as well as other items that I had brought to make my time in the house as memorable and enjoyable as possible. Even before I made it to the door I could hear the TV blaring inside. Perfect.

I circled around to the backdoor and used a jimmy bar to pry it open, then threw the bar back in the bag. I was inside in a matter of moments. Once inside I could still hear the TV blaring and could now also hear the distinctive whine and heavy footsteps of someone running on a treadmill. I quickly changed my shirt and pulled a balaclava over my face. It was finally time for us to meet.

Kendall

I picked up the remote sitting in the small tilted shelf for those who could read while running, and surfed through the morning shows, most with the name “Good Morning Such and such a place”. I must have gone through three dozen channels before placing it down. As I picked up my phone next to it, I thought I heard the stairs creak.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called out, still running. I listened no more sounds besides my feet pounding the treadmill. I shrugged, shoved my earpods in my ears and continued running.

countmein

Enjoying this a bunch. Slowly leading to something sweet!

James_Moriarty

I followed the sound of the TV down to the basement exercise room, expecting the sound to cover my tracks. As I got closer though I started noticing the short silences between banal morning TV presenters trying to drum up excitement for a nothing story:

“…a new study says that women are more attracted to English accent’s than any other…”

Silence

“…just broken the record for baking the world’s largest cookie…

Silence

“…crime is on the rise in suburbia. Stay tuned for how to protect yourself and your home…”

Silence.

This time the silence continued and as I took another step the stair under my foot creaked and I suddenly heard a voice call out.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

I froze in place at the unexpected voice, but I could hear her feet pounding on the treadmill. If she actually thought someone was in the house she would have stopped running.

I walked more carefully now that I didn’t have the TV to cover my sounds and when I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw a home gym. It was well equipped, there were weights, a treadmill and probably some other things that my brain completely ignored as I became focused on the woman running on the treadmill. She was facing away from the stairs, giving me time to appreciate her body and form. She was running at high speed but still managed to be graceful, her breathing calm and measured. Genetics may have helped but she had earned the body she had.

I noticed her phone on the tray at the front of the treadmill. That was a problem. All she had to say was “Siri, call 911” and I would be in trouble. She might not think of that of course but if she did, I would have seconds to get the phone off her, and even if I did manage to do that the police would come out for a wellness check. Not quickly enough to spare her all the indignities I would inflict on her today but soon enough to cut my fun short. I was strategizing about how I could get close enough to grab her without her hearing me when she suddenly gave me the answer. She started to sing. I didn’t recognize the song but it was clear she was singing along to music. I put my bag on the floor near the bottom of the stairs and started approaching her from behind, the music drowning out my footsteps until I was less than a meter away.

I saw her start to turn her head as she sensed a presence behind her. I quickly brought one hand up and clamped it over her mouth from behind. At the same time I hooked my other arm around her stomach and pulled her backwards off the treadmill.