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

I almost dropped the coffee passed to me by the barista. It was unmistakeably Cadence. 
 
 I could barely believe it; I had sat whimpering at my laptop last night in pure anger and frustration and now here she was. It could only be a sign. Her skin was silk. Her hair was unkempt and *ugh* blonde, but the potential was there. I hardly felt the liquid burning my tongue as my eyes pierced and evaluated. 
 
 I spent the next few days scouring for any sign of imperfection. I couldn ’ t be wrong, there was too much at stake. If it hadn ’ t been for Simon ’ s hollering I would have completely forgotten to feed him. Engrossed didn ’ t even been to describe this insurmountable infatuation. 
 
 I opened the door to Simon ’ s room and peered through the iron lattice. He was on his bed, reading Hemingway, but put the book down to stare at me. I must have seemed odd at that very moment, grinning like a fool. 
 
 “ I ’ m starving, ” he begun to moan. “ My bucket is full. I need food. I - ” 
 
 “ Listen! ” I cut him off. “ It ’ s her. It ’ s really her. ” He paused for a minute, watching intently. 
 
 “ You mean Cadence? ” 
 
 I could tell by his eyebrows that he was interested, maybe even a bit excited. 
 
 “ The very same. ” I rubbed my hands together with obvious glee. 
 
 “ When are you bringing her here? ” he asked. 
 
 “ Tomorrow, if everything goes to plan. ” 
 
 “ So… ” Simon began slowly. I could almost hear the clockwork whirring in his head. “ That means I get to fuck her, right? ” I smile. 
 
 “ Of course! She is your wife, after all. ” 
 
 It was Simon ’ s turn to smile. 
 
 “ I can ’ t believe it ’ s finally happening. It ’ s been... ” he paused. “ Seven years since I ’ ve been here? ” 
 
 “ Seven years, four months and twelve days. ” I corrected. I looked down at my watch. I almost couldn ’ t believe it had been this long. My eyes returned to Simon and I caught a glimpse of malaise before he smiled back at me. I yanked at the chain, lightly at first, but more insistently until Simon got off his bed. I didn ’ t *like* keeping the collar on him per se, but it was a necessary precaution since he tried to escape two years ago. He ’ d been a model of perfect behaviour ever since. As he approached the bars, I grabbed onto his shirt, smashing his face against the cold iron. Simon howled. 
 
 “ I can ’ t tell if you ’ re happy or not. ” I whispered. 
 
 “ I am! ” he moaned. The lattice bit into his face as I held him there. “ I can ’ t wait to meet Cadence, honest! I can ’ t wait to watch Philadelphia with her for the very first time. ” He swallowed. “ I can ’ t wait to…beat her senseless for the first time. I can ’ t wait until she…falls in love with Riley instead of me. ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know if I ’ m going to keep that part yet. ” I growl. “ You know I just read that to you for your opinion. ” I let go and Simon crumples to the floor. It takes him several seconds to get up again. 
 
 “ I ’ ll be back in a bit with the *duck confit*. ” I wasn ’ t going to let Simon ruin my day. There was too much to do, too much to prepare. 
 
 It was finally happening. 

