[ WP ] A psychopath is collecting people to be characters in a story he wrote . He thinks he 's found his protagonist .

*There she was. * 
 
 Long legs, wide hips. Fiery red hair. Full lips. 
 
 *So completely sexy. * 
 
 And just how he'd imagine her. He licked his lips, struggling to ignore the twitch at his crotch. *Not right now, * he thought. *Have to get to work. * 
 
 She was the last piece he needed. The perfect centerpiece to his Gothic horror, his romantic twist. When the movie was all done, and the millions flocked to see it in theaters, *she* was what they'd remember. Well, that and his fantastic story-telling skill, of course. 
 
 First thing first, he had to get her to the set. He trailed behind her, using the dozens of people milling about the city streets as camouflage. he noticed that she wore high-heels, stark red. Perfect. She would n't be able to run far in those. 
 
 They turned the corner together, coming up to a coffee shop he knew she was headed to. She always came there this time of day, to order her double chocolate mocha, iced. She liked to joke with the barista that her caffeine addiction would be her downfall. Who could have guessed how right she was. 
 
 He thought about the others. He almost had the full cast now. The scrappy young boy, the sharply dressed, witty secretary, even the tough-guy body guard -- boy, had he been a bitch to get. But they were all there, waiting on set. All he needed was the heroine, the sultry heiress. And of course the multi-billionaire villain, her father... but that would be him, he decided. Yes, he deserved that role. He laughed as he thought about the Freudian twist he'd included, determined to bring something a little more edgy to his horror. This would pan out very well for him. 
 
 Distracted by his lewd day dream, he stood idly by the door to the coffee shop. *A-hem*. She stood in front of him, waiting for him to move so she could leave. 
 
 `` Oh... sorry.'' he grumbled, his heart beating fast. he moved out of her way but spared a glance behind him as she left. She was looking at him suspiciously. 
 
 *Shit. * Had she noticed something off about him? He could n't afford to get caught now, he had three people chained up in his basement and intricate plans for a kidnapping laid out on his computer.... *Shit. * Calm down, he though. Chill. She's the one. Too late to give up now. 
 
 He left the shop without buying anything, a bold move, and continued to follow her down the road. Soon they were in a covered car garage, all alone. It was time. He had to be quick and hard. Any noise she made would echo. 
 
 He ran up behind her, ready to grab her and drag her to her own car... when absolute, searing pain assaulted his eyes, blinding him. 
 
 She had a can of mace. 
 
 `` Take that, mother fucker!'' She punched him in the stomach, causing him to topple over. Then she stabbed him in the groin with one pointy heel. 
 
 `` Think I did n't notice you following me all this week? Think I'm stupid and weak, or something? How's this for weak?'' 
 
 She kicked him in the side of the head until he saw stars. *Shit shit shit shit shit! * 
 
 `` Yeah, that's right, cry like a bitch. I'm calling the cops. Stay where you are, if you come at me again so help me God I'll kill you! Sick bastard.'' 
 
 He groaned, rolling over into the fetal position. Where had he gone wrong? What would he do now? They did bad things to people like him in prison. His mother had told him so. He was so screwed. 
 
 `` Hello, 911? I need someone over right away! Some sicko just tried to kidnap me!''
