[ WP ] A psychopath uses tinder to find his next match ...

I can hear the beating of my heart reverberating through my ribcage. 
 
 *Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum. * 
 
 With each slide of my thumb my anticipation builds. 
 
 *Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum. * 
 
 I continue to search. Each swipe pushing more blood further into my crotch. I can feel my balls beginning to throb. 
 
 *Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum. * 
 
 I know I am seconds from finding her. My new toy. 
 
 I breathe deeper and deeper as I swipe and swipe. Too fat. Too thin. Too black. Too blonde. Big nose. Smoker. Herpes. 
 
 Fuck. I swipe. Where is she. I swipe. Fuck. I swip... 
 
 Gloria Emerson. 23. 
 
 I inhale a deep rattling breath. I let out the slightest hint of a grunt and bite my lip, drawing blood. 
 
 She is pale. Brown wavy hair. Sometimes she puts pink chalk in the ends of it. She ’ s wearing Jimmy Choo's. They make her arse look …delectable. Better yet, they are a symptom of a gaping desperation. I can be very reassuring, I think as my left hand slowly undoes the zip in my trousers. 
 
 I continue to look at my Gloria. She ’ s short. Petite. Easy to subdue. She has a picture of Ryan Gosling on her bedroom mirror and cheap Versace perfume on her dresser. Her breasts are round, big, pushed up and out by a too small bra. A McDonald ’ s uniform is stuffed between her bed frame and mattress. She definitely doesn ’ t have the money for the three pairs of Jimmy Choo ’ s she owns. Dumb slut. She is perfect. 
 
 I take my hand out of my pants so I can focus on how to approach her. My fingers hover over the screen until I write: 
 
 *Hello beautiful, I ’ m Adam. * 
 
 I breathe deeply. Her cunt will be tight. Her throat looks pale. I can see the vein that runs down her left temple. I imagine running my tongue down that vein and going further and further down. I imagine my scalpel following the same path, slicing through my saliva and then through her pale white skin. I imagine her screams. My hand is back on my cock. 
 
 My phone vibrates and I look down at the message. 
 
 *Hi Adam! I ’ m Gloria – what ’ s doing? * 
 
 She is mine. 

