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

He stared at her through his binoculars and sighed. She was perfect. Raven black hair, porcelain skin and always wore cherry lipstick. She was a ballet dancer, until she became too tall for the art. She was still as svelte and lithe as the best of them. She had a sweet smile and played a damn good damsel in distress, but he knew it was all for show. She had steely, ice blue eyes and the way her heels clacked against the pavement oozed confidence. Plus, she knew martial arts. He had tested her. And night she would be put to the test once again. She was his perfect muse. The tales he spun all revolved around her. Everyone had asked how his characters felt so real; she was the reason. 
 
 He opened his trunk and dragged his antagonist out. He spat at the ugly brute and sneered at him. “ See that lovely lady in that house? You ’ re gon na go in there, bash the door down and try rape the shit out of her. ” His villain looked bewildered, he made noises through his gag but the author was creating his character. 
 
 He took a step back to admire his work. It was beautiful. His villain was dressed as a clown, a little cliché, but the author was a fan of Stephen King. Plus, he enjoyed the juxtaposition of the garish colours against the dark night sky. As a final touch, he had given him a Glasgow smile and injected Botox to make it permanent. The author flicked a switch on the costume and the legs began to robotically make their way up to the house. 
 
 The author sat in his car, fingers poised over his laptop, as he heard the first of the screams. 
 
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