A week later.
He’d gotten a chance to feed his appetite with the first girl at Starlight Lounge. It was a trial run, and he didn’t want any mistakes to come up now that he’d been following the news reports. Every night, he studied what Connor accomplished, and he admired his techniques. Often, the news would label what he did as wrong, or call him crazy, but he felt the opposite. In his mind, it was the right thing to do. The women nowadays weren’t clean, and most times, they tried to emasculate him. The a***e he grew up around and the abandonment by his mother ultimately made his decision to seek comfort in hurting women as a stamp of righting the wrongs he endured. The power he felt between his hands showed he was in charge, and no one could stop the goal of death and cleansing the worl
