On a rainy night Rachel stands at a bus stop waiting for the next bus, when a stranger stood beside her and asks “What time is it?” Rachel replies, “Eleven”, slightly blushing as he was quite attractive, “When’s the next bus?” she continues. “Not for another thirty minutes, would you like to take a walk with me?” he responds. Rachel thinks for a moment “Sure, I only live ten minutes away.”
So they set off talking and giggling, as they approached Rachel’s house, both soaked through from the rain, the stranger accepts her invitation to come in for coffee and to dry off. When in the kitchen Rachel takes off her top and puts the kettle on. As she turns to put a dry top on he grabs her by the throat, smashing her head on the table. He moves in close, his lips and hers nearly touching, with a blade pressed against her chest. She feels the pulse pumping in her neck, slowly he pushes the blade; tearing her skin, she bites her lip, grips a chair, trying to keep the screams in. Her eyes blurry, a tear starts to form and he catches it with his tongue. Dragging her from the chair through to the bedroom, he ties her half-naked body to the bed kneeling over her. He grabs her petite jaw, pulling her mouth open and begins to pour hot wax down her throat from the candles in the room. As she gurgles in pain he pours more, then puts out the flames on her bare skin.
As the burns on her skin start to sear she lay slowly dying, shedding another a tear. He leans in closer bodies touching, he whispers in her ear “love is pain” and takes the blade, digging it in again, and again. Covered in blood he kisses her on the lips, stands and quickly leaves, back to the bus stop – to wait for another victim.