The Psychopath's Love

Victim #3

The drive back to the town was quiet and intense, especially for Nenetl. She tried hard to look away from Ferenc, but her curiosity made her want to look and ask him many things. However, his threats echoed in her mind; she didn't want to push her luck. However, Ferenc would keep his eyes on the road but take glances at her. He couldn't believe himself but couldn't help but be enamored by her beauty. The businessman always looked into a woman's beauty; he believed he deserved only the world's best. 

Why would he deserve something beneath him, he would always ask himself. He was so used to women hiding who they were that he had almost forgotten what a woman with natural beauty looked like. The more Ferenc looked at Nenetl, the more he thought about what was reality. The businessman viewed Nenetl as a trinket who needed to be possessed and caged so the rest of the world wouldn't gaze at her beauty.

Like how Boris looked at her, the memory of being close and smiling at one another made his blood boil. No one was allowed to receive her smiles except him. He squeezed the driving wheel as he hated that it bothered him so much. Ferenc could drive to a desolate area and kill her to make his thoughts go back to the way they were, but he couldn't.

He didn't want to.

The duo eventually arrived in the town, and Ferenc parked in front of Nenetl's house. "We arrived."

Nenetl immediately undid the seatbelt and tried opening the door, but it was locked. Her body tensed, but she refused to look at Ferenc. "May you please unlock the door."

"Do you have a nice dress to wear for tomorrow?"

"I-I have a few, but I don't know if they are up to your standards. I'm certain that you have certain expectations," she said in an almost challenging tone. 

Ferenc noticed how she spoke, and he knew she was annoyed and upset; he smirked. He enjoyed messing with people's emotions. However, Nenetl acted calm, cool, and collected, so he couldn't say he had an entire victory. "Well, that shouldn't be an issue. You will receive a dress tomorrow morning and I will send the best hairstylist to help you do your hair and makeup." Nenetl was about to speak, but Ferenc put his right index finger on his lips, giving her a shushing sound. "You will do as I say and when I say it. I will not be refused." He then unlocked the car doors, his smirk getting wider. "I look forward seeing you tomorrow."

The young woman felt a shiver go throughout her body as she opened the car door and exited. "I can't say the same thing." She closed it, walked quickly toward her house, and shut the door. 

Ferenc eyed her house and chuckled. He couldn't help but feel entertained and drove off to go home. As he was driving out of the town, he still couldn't stop thinking about the previous events; his amusement slowly turned to anger. The more he thought about Boris, the more he realized that Boris had good looks and was tall. Any woman would fall for him; Nenetl looked intrigued. The realization that Nenetl seemed more interested in Boris than him made him growl in rage. Ferenc had more looks and wealth than Boris, but Nenetl wasn't interested in a poor man. He also realized his face slowly slipped, and Nenetl looked like she didn't want to be near him. It made him wonder if Nenetl would try to leave and return to Germany.

If she tried, he would not let her go.

As he drove the open road and out of the town, he noticed a young woman walking on the highway and away from the town. The way she was dressed, it looked like she was a prostitute. He knew that many women from the village would work in nearby cities, but some worked as escorts and other forms of prostitution. Many women wanted to leave the boring life of towns for opportunities. He knew that this woman was no different. He drove towards her; the woman noticed the car and was startled. The car window was opened, showing a smiling Ferenc. "Hello there, I saw you walking alone. Where are you headed?"

The young woman noticed Ferenc and blushed at him. He was handsome to her, but she couldn't help but notice his car; that was when she suspected he had money. "I'm headed to the nearby city and I was going to the bus stop."

"Would you like me to take you there? I'm heading there myself for some...errands."

She smiled as she entered the car. Once inside, Ferenc drove off. "What's you name?"

"Csilla and yours?"

"Ferenc. If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

Csilla looked away as if she was embarrassed. Ferenc already knew since he knew many escorts and prostitutes. "If I had to guess, you are a sex worker."

"I-I-I-I-!"

"No need to be ashamed. You are doing everything you can to survive."

"Y-Yes. I'm trying to pay off my school; I dream of living in the city and owning a business."

Ferenc looked unamused. "Typical whores. They would instead go the easy route." That was when his urges were slowly rising, and he then drove his car to the side of the road. He took a glance at the road; no one was in sight. "So instead of working a respectable profession, you try to go the easy route and open your legs?"

Csilla noticed that Ferenc parked his car on the side of the road and slowly looked at him. He didn't look at her but noticed his emotionless eyes. "Wh-What are you talking about? You said..."

While the young woman tried to explain herself, Ferenc quietly reached down to the side of his seat and took a vaccine shot. Without warning, he stuck the shot onto Csilla's neck; she yelped. "What the hell was that!" Then, she felt her body getting weak and her mind becoming dizzy. "Wh-What did you do to me!?" Csilla tried opening the car door, but it was locked. 

However, Ferenc unlocked it, letting her jump out of the car. He knew that she wouldn't get far since the drug was quickly taking effect. The businessman then reached out to another compartment with a gun and a knife. "A knife will do." Once getting the knife, he got out of his car and ensured that no one was in sight. He then walked toward the drugged woman who lost her footing and lay down on the grass. 

"N-No, pleaseeeeee......" she said while slurring. The drug was entirely in effect, and Ferenc stood on top of her. 

"You should consider this an honor, woman. Let's be frank: you would have never achieved your dreams. Whores never achieve the unachievable. Some may, but their luck will eventually run out when the young generation of whores come to light." He let out a sadistic smirk that would almost put the Joker's to shame. "The more of you there are, the more I will get rid of. I am angry now, but thank you for being here at the right time." He got on top of her as he tightly gripped the knife. The image of Csilla changed to the image of a woman he knew all too well. His urge got the best of him. He stabbed Csilla in the right eye. She screamed and tried to cover herself, but the drug made her body weak. Ferenc then stabbed her in the left eye; both eyeballs were on the knife.

It didn't bug him. Ferenc then undid her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts. "You wanted to use these to try to achieve your dreams. Filthy whore." He then stabbed her breasts; blood gushed out even on his clothes and face. His crazed smirk widened as he felt the blood on him; it gave him an exciting rush. He eventually stopped when he saw parts of her ribs and muscles. Ferenc breathed heavily, and he slicked his hair back. The businessman stood as he opened the trunk of his vehicle. "Consider this a favor. You would have had a useless life due to this profession." He went back and dragged the body onto the trunk and then closed it. His car had black tinted windows, so it would've made it difficult for someone to see his state. 

He got out his phone and called one of his men to get the others ready to remove the body and clean his vehicle. When that was done, Ferenc drove on the road to go home. "Once I shower, I will make some calls to prepare my date for tomorrow.