Scream by Carolyn Glass

Tonight was the night. He had been preparing for weeks. She was his dream girl and tonight he was going to show her just how special she was.

He dressed carefully, he had made sure the venue was ready, he had fuel in the car and he was sure he had planned for every eventuality.

He was waiting for her in the basement car park when she finished her shift, she approached swiftly, heels clicking, earbuds in, mouthing the words to whatever she was listening to. She never even heard him move up behind her, swiftly injecting something into her neck and then pushing her into his car boot. He hoped he had given her enough; it wouldn’t do if anyone were to hear her scream.