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 that 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? It was just a name that he liked, so he chose it for that reason.

“Mr. Watkins?” The woman who was scheduled to interview him 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. 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 flat chest. So, in other words, her 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 on 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.”

“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 jobs. 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 put an end to 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 that 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 that 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 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. Her hair smelled like roses and peaches. It 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 so that he could launch his plan.

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 began to stab her 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,” he threatened her.

She muttered 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.