Stacy had left Tom three months ago, but he still could not get over it. Without much ado she had announced that sorry, but no, they could not go out together any longer. He had thought of killing him, herself or both of them but ultimately found none of these ideas too appealing. He wanted something more intelligent. Something, that would leave her time to think about what she had done to him and to see who was in charge.
His plan was imple but devilish. He had agreed a meeting with her later that day to give back some things she had left at his place. Before that he would purchase a vial and when she was in his appartment he would drug her, get her to his wood cabin and turn her into ...