Dark Impulses

He was a modern-day Ted Bundy, but he couldn’t help it. It’s just who he was.

He was obsessed with sex, and there’s nothing more that he liked than objectifying every single woman or young girl he saw. A young girl could innocently walk past him on the street, and in an instant, he’d visualize himself in an erotic position with her, hoping she didn’t resist him. And once that was done… He’d kill her. Because that’s just who he was.

He was waiting outside in a room to be called for an interview at the office. The office had an opening for the role of Technical Assistant, something which had piqued his interest. In this role, he would work in IT, troubleshooting all the technical issues on computer softwares. That was something he was great at, and he wanted to have a chance to prove himself once and for all. After all these years behind bars for a few attempted murders and rapes here and there, Harry Watkins wanted a chance to prove himself as more than just a “strange dude with a weird fetish” for women. 

His real name was Harrison Wisnosky. Blame his mother for giving him such an unfortunate name, and his father for an unfortunate surname of Polish origin. He went by a million different aliases in his life to prey on his victims, but his latest was Harry Watkins. Harry was the shortened version of Harrison, and Watkins… Well, what was Watkins again? Just a name that he liked, so he chose it for that reason.

“Mr. Watkins?” Diana, the HR manager in charge of the interview, came to the waiting room and called for him.

“That’s me.” Harry replied confidently as he took out his resume.

“I’m ready to meet with you now. Follow me.” She gave him a smile as he got up and followed her to her office, shutting the door after him as he sat on the chair across from her desk. He gave her his resume, and she replied with a soft “thank you” as she began to review it.

He’d lied on his resume, of course. He didn’t really go to Harvard to study IT or whatever it is that you need to work in tech. But somehow, he was able to pull it off successfully. She was impressed by his qualifications. Then she introduced herself. “My name is Diana Hollis. I’m in the HR Department. You have very strong qualifications, Mr. Watkins. Do you mind if I call you that?”

Harry grinned. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Hollis. And you can just call me Harry, for now.”

“Okay, Harry it is. And you can just call me Diana for now. ‘Ms. Hollis’ makes me sound a little old.” They shared a laugh. They were roughly the same age: early 30s. Harry was only 30, and he’d been in prison for the past 10 years for his crimes that he’d committed at just 20. So, his 20s had gone out the window, and he was determined to start his 30s on a fresh new slate.

While Diana gave him an overview of the company and his role as the Tech Consultant, Harry couldn’t resist his dark thoughts. Well, they weren’t dark at first. He found himself sexually drawn to this gorgeous woman sitting in front of him, with her long, blonde curls and eyes a clear ocean-blue that complemented his own. She wore glasses, which made her look smarter and more professional, but he was visualizing her without them on, so that he could get a clear glimpse of her lovely face.

And now, the thoughts grew darker… She was equally attracted to him, but only in fantasy, of course. In the fantasy, she agreed to spend time with him at his place, and he initiated the act of taking off his clothes and taking hers off, as well. She giggled as she became topless, revealing her slim, healthy figure and tiny breasts. They weren’t large enough to his liking, but he supposed these would have to do for now… Until he found his next target.

On his bed, they began making mad, passionate love. He was about to absorb these sexual details when she finally snapped him out of his trance, her lulling voice asking him, “So, Harry, have you got any questions for me, based on what I’ve told you so far?”

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight in his chair to maintain his posture. “No questions so far, Diana.” He loved the way she said his name, and he wanted to emphasize the way he said hers. Mutual connection, or at least that’s what he considered it to be for now.

“Great.” She grinned. “Now I just need to know… On a scale of one to 10, how nice of a person are you? One being not so nice, and 10 being the nicest person you can ever be.”

That was a tough question. She was clearly challenging him so that he didn’t say the wrong thing. He considered himself to be a fairly decent guy who had no trouble getting along with others. Was he a “nice guy”, though? “I don’t like to rate myself,” he said with a confident smile, “but if I were to choose a random number between one and 10, I’d say 10. I’m a very nice guy, if I do say so myself.”

“Okay, way to be confident.” Diana smiled, seemingly taking him at his word. He was charming her in a way that Ted Bundy had charmed his female victims. She had no idea what was to come. “I like confidence in a man; that’s an attractive trait. Well, I don’t need to interrogate you further. You’re hired.” She shook hands with him. “Welcome to the crew, Harry Watkins.”

“Oh, it is my pleasure.” He smirked as he shook hands with her.

***

Harry was fortunate enough to begin work immediately upon his hiring, and it was all a simple process for him. Diana apparently trusted him well enough to feel no need to dig further into his background or to verify his previous work experience. On his first day at his new job, he managed to make a lot of new friends, most of whom were women. He was a little flirtatious with the women, most of whom didn’t seem to mind, as long as he wasn’t being “creepy.” Oh, but he was. He was still a creep, little did they know…

By Week Two on the job, Harry had finally managed to win over Diana’s affections. Within the past week, she was able to end a long-term relationship that had recently soured, so she was eager to return to the dating field after all this time. For some reason, there was something about Harry that just struck her as “appealing.” Maybe it was his eyes, but who knew, really? Their eyes were something that bonded them together, having the same color: blue. Coincidence much? She didn’t think so, and neither did he.

In Harry’s fantasies that he’d been having since last week, he and Diana would make out on his bed at his place. In real life, that was a different story: he was over at her place instead. Tonight was the night she invited him over for dinner where she was making salmon and angel hair pasta with broccoli. She didn’t even bother to ask him if he was vegetarian. He actually was, since he’d spent numerous times in prison for various crimes he’d committed, and men’s prison systems were the absolute worst, in terms of the catering services. But now that he was no longer behind bars, he had no trouble eating meat, or fish for that matter. So, salmon was good for him. He didn’t mind, as long as he and Diana were spending time together. And he’d eventually do the unthinkable: kill her. Who said these dark impulses were gone for good?

Diana smiled as Harry began tasting her well-prepared meal. “Well?” she asked. “What do you think?”

“Why are you asking me?” He grinned. “Don’t you have confidence in your culinary skills?”

“I do, but I just wanted to get your opinion first.” She leaned in closer to him, holding his hand.

“In that case, I… I love this, Diana. No need to ask me, though. Have some faith in yourself.” He leaned in close enough to kiss her once on the lips.

“Ah, what the hell?” Diana put her utensils down on the table, and in no time at all, she and Harry were kissing passionately on the lips. They followed each other to the living room, each of them taking off their clothes so that they could continue with this lovemaking on the couch. As they kissed, Diana took off her glasses, and Harry gently ran his fingers through her beautiful long curls, which smelled like roses and peaches. Her hair felt soft, just like her smooth, pale skin. He couldn’t control his urges now.

“Harry…” She whispered softly.

“What?” he replied.

“I love sharing this moment with you. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, Diana. Trust me,” he whispered.

And they never stopped, not even when they went up to her room and continued with it on her large bed that was enough to fit both of them. Diana yawned, feeling a little sleepy. Knowing that she was about to sleep, Harry considered this to be a perfect opportunity for him. With Diana facing her left side on the bed, Harry quietly snuck out of the room so that he could get a knife from the kitchen and launch his plan once and for all.

When he returned to the room, Diana was snoring, which indicated that she’d fallen asleep. So, she’d never even know what would hit her. With the knife, Harry stabbed her once on the shoulder, which pierced right through her soul. Feeling the pain and the rush of blood, Diana turned around, saw Harry with the knife, and she screamed for five seconds before he placed his hand over her mouth. “Scream one more time, you fucking bitch, and I’ll fucking kill you. Knock it off,” he threatened her.

She muttered and groaned in wretched pain as he kept his hand on her mouth, and with his right hand, got scotch tape on her nightstand and taped it to her mouth so that she didn’t utter another sound. Then he stabbed her 14 more times around her body until she was no more.

Diana Hollis was dead.

Perfect.

Then he began to have sex with her corpse, engaging in intercourse with all aspects of her now lifeless body. The poor woman didn’t even stand a chance. Then he got out his phone and took a few pictures of her bloodied corpse. He saved all three images on his phone and even emailed them to himself as a keepsake. Genius.

Now he had a more challenging task… What to do with her body. He assumed that she lived alone by herself in this large house, so she didn’t always have a lot of visitors. She didn’t have any roommates, either. She’d recently broken up with an ex-boyfriend, so it was highly unlikely that he’d return to this place to check up on her. He went around the house to try to find the most convenient place to hide her body where no one else would easily find her: the freezer in the basement.

Once he was certain the freezer was the best place to stuff her body for God knows how long, he returned to her room and, gently and thoroughly, lifted her body and carried it all the way downstairs to the basement. He’d left the freezer open so that he could stuff her body in it, and surprisingly, it worked like a charm. Diana was apparently small enough to fit inside of her own freezer. It’s times like this where having small tits came at an advantage. If she were a larger woman with full breasts, it would have been more complicated. But thank God Diana made it rather simple for him. He ought to give her some credit for that.

Once he placed her inside the freezer, he shut it tightly, ensuring that her corpse remained inside the whole time. He did not care if she’d eventually freeze over, which would cause her corpse to secrete an odor around the house that would ultimately attract the attention of curious yet worried neighbors. It just mattered to him that she was dead so she would not be able to file a police report against him saying that he’d targeted her for sex and her body, with the intention of getting too deep into her soul.

On the Notes app on his phone, he wrote out her initials “D.H.” to show that Diana was the first of his many unknown victims after this. Under her initials, he wrote down today’s date, “Monday, 12/3/18.” He took pride in the fact that he’d just killed a helpless woman approximately 22 days before Christmas. Diana’s last Christmas had been a year ago, so she’d never get to see this upcoming one. Such a shame, but then again, Harry didn’t really care. He only accomplished his main goal at the end of the day: killing her.

For the rest of that week, he lived his life free of worry as he went to work at the company, fulfilling his duties as a Tech Assistant. Although Diana’s absence was largely noticed, because she was the head of the company. So, she had a major role in the company’s reputation and daily functions.

Each day that week, the staff believed that Diana had unexpectedly gone on vacation without informing them first. But then, they became worried when they learned that her sister had started contacting the police department, reporting that she hadn’t seen or heard from Diana in days, which was very unusual for her character. Diana was known to be a reliable person who often got in touch with close friends and family, so an unexplained absence and lack of response from her struck her loved ones as out-of-character. Due to the growing concerns of Diana’s family, the investigators believed it was a great time to launch an official investigation into her disappearance.

Investigators went around questioning everybody, starting with everyone at the company, every staff member including Harry. Harry did his best to fit in with everyone else, answering the detectives’ questions accordingly without deception. Other investigators even went to interview Diana’s ex-boyfriend who she’d recently broken up with, and he confirmed that he hadn’t been in touch with her since the end of their relationship, giving him a strong alibi that eliminated him as a possible suspect.

Detectives performing a search warrant of Diana’s residence discovered a myriad of evidence that Harry did not realize he’d left behind: two unfinished dinner plates of salmon and pasta with broccoli, two unfinished glasses of wine, a few trails of blood on the living room floor that originated from the stairs to Diana’s bedroom to the basement. One detective went up to Diana’s room to search for clues, and lo and behold, he saw that it was a bloody scene. Harry forgot that his stabbing of Diana would lead to a large pool of blood on her bed, the walls and the floor. He also didn’t realize that her body would be dripping with blood as he was carrying her downstairs to the basement to place her inside the freezer. The detective up in Diana’s room called for his partner who was in the basement and also made a gruesome discovery of Diana’s now frozen-solid corpse in the freezer, along with the small prints of blood on the ground. 

The detective called for his partner upstairs, and together, they met up in the living room to share their findings with each other. They contacted their photographer to come over right away to get as many pictures as possible of the bloody mess that was Diana’s house. When the photographer arrived, she went up to Diana’s room to get clear photos of her bloody room and bed, including the knife that Harry had used to stab her to death. Then she went to the basement to photograph Diana’s corpse in the freezer, and at that moment, the medical examiner arrived to officially confirm Diana’s manner of death: homicide as a result of all the 15 stab wounds that she’d sustained from Harry.

***

When Diana’s family received news of her brutal murder, they were in shock, especially her sister, Angelina. When they were asked about Diana’s personal relationships, the Hollises said they were not aware of anyone who Diana was currently seeing, except for her ex-boyfriend who she’d broken up with a week ago. His name was Warren, and he and Diana had been together for the past three years until they recently broke up because Warren wasn’t interested in making a full-time commitment to her that would lead to marriage. She wanted to settle down with him and start a family, but Warren told her he wasn’t ready for that yet. Now that she’s gone, the Hollises knew that he regretted not having taken that chance with her. They didn’t believe he was capable of violence, so they had no reason to think he’d ever harm Diana. If Diana was seeing someone else after her break-up with Warren, her family was not aware of it… Which meant that Harry was in the clear for now.

A week later, investigators worked around the clock to interview neighbors who might have witnessed something during the timeline of Diana’s murder, and they got bombshells of information. One woman reported seeing Harry’s white Mercedes parked at the front of Diana’s house when she invited him over for dinner. During that time frame, this woman, along with a bunch of other neighbors, reported hearing a woman’s scream at approximately 8:00pm. This matched the time when Harry grabbed the knife and snuck up on Diana in her room and stabbed her in her sleep. For five seconds, Diana screamed loud enough for outside neighbors to hear her, but of course, nothing ever came of it at the time because it wasn’t enough cause for an emergency. It was too little, too late to save Diana’s life.

All the items that Harry had touched in the house, starting from his dinner plate, his wine glass, the knife, and even his fingerprints on the freezer… Everything matched his DNA profile because he’d been in the system for various crimes he’d previously committed. The investigators discovered that his real name was Harrison Wisnosky, not “Harry Watkins.” Under Harrison’s name, they saw a myriad of rape and attempted murder convictions. But if you typed in Harry Watkins, you’d find nothing. Nada. That’s how clever he was. Harrison Wisnosky was a serial predator, a Ted Bundy knock-off.

By the end of the week, the investigators were able to arrest Harry and charge him with Diana’s murder. For a long time, he thought he was invincible and he could escape the law, but not anymore. Diana’s family and friends deserved justice, and everyone realized that he was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing hiding in plain sight all along, just like Ted Bundy. He was a psychopath. He showed no remorse for what he did to Diana. She was just a little plaything to him, and he got what he wanted out of her, at the end of the day.

Harry was eventually sentenced to death, and here he is now: living on death row, awaiting execution. Whenever that would take place. He didn’t escape the law this time, and his past crimes were coming back to haunt him in the worst way possible. He didn’t get away with it. Just like Ted Bundy, he was going to get what he ultimately deserved.