The dashing young man has made quite and impression on you. Perhaps, if there were different circumstances to your first meeting, you would have been friends or lovers.\n\nOh well.\n\nYou lure him out of the cafe, the two of you smiling and laughing and looking, to outsiders, like a sweet young couple. On the drive back to your home, you share and intimate embrace, eventually having sex in your driveway.\n\nIt wasn't that great.\n\nHe accepts your invitation to stay for lunch, and you lead him inside with a bat of your eyelashes. The heavey wooden door closes with a loud thump, and the young mans last glimpse of sunlight withers away into the dim light of your living room.\n\nAnd now, the simple task of subdueing him. How do you wish to procede?\n\n[[Chlorophorm, a simple and effective method. Not to mention iconic|Chlorophorm]]\n[[Blunt force trauma. You're rather strong, and the small hammer you keep in the broom closet will do the trick|Hammer]]\n[[Inject a toxin. You never leave home without a syringe of a potent narcotic. It IS a girls best weapon.|Drug]]

You have been planning this for months now. The coffee shop is bustling, filled to the brim with men, women, and children. They could all disappear in a heartbeat, you're sure, and no one would ever find them. A few of them catch your eye.\n\nWho do you take?\n\n[[The young man|man one]]\n[[The young woman|woman one]]\n[[The mother, with the sleeping infant|woman two]]\n[[The business man, who's greying about the temples|man two]]

You opt for an old favorite; good old chloroform.\n\nYou pull a cloth from your purse when his back is turned and soak it thouroughly. With one hand pressed languidly agaisnt the young mans chest, you cover his mouth and, within seconds, his struggling ceases.\n\nPulling the body to your celler isn't as difficult as you thought it would be. He's much lighter then you imagined. Pulling him from under his arms, you make your way slowly down the stairs, the sound of his feet hitting each step in time with yours echoing in the dark.\n\nYou lay him on your make-shift cot, tying his arms, legs and head down firmly. You check your supplies. Everything is ready. Now, you must wait for him to wake up.\n\n[[I don't have that kind of patience. Give him a little something to wake him up now.|Now]]\n[[I am willing to sacrifice a great amount of time for my craft.|wait]]

Senseless Violence

Alyssa Anderson

You inject him with the second drug. In a few moments, he begins to move, his head trying to free itself even before the poor man knows where he is. He mumbles as he regains consciousness, pulling at the restains around his wrists.