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He had been watching her when she awoke. She looked completely confused. Perfection. He loved it when they could not remember the abduction. He had found just the right spot to hit them on the head that often resulted in memory loss. Sometimes it lasted until their final hours, then at other times they woke up knowing everything. These were the times he disliked. He hated having them wake up screaming his name wondering what they did to make him so mad at them.




Jamie was a good looking guy. He was around 5'11 with dark hair that fell just below his ears, and dark green eyes. He was broad shouldered and had an olive skin tone. Many women swooned over him. Just earlier in the evening while picking up take-out the cashier winked at him. He probably could have taken her home had he wanted. He did not want her to find his toyroom though. No one could ever find his toys. He like to date the girls for a while to play on their emotions. He would make them feel like he was falling for them. Then, a few months into their so-called relationship it was gametime. He would take them out to a nice dinner, get a few glasses of wine in them and then, BOOM! On the way home, he would pull off to the side of the road, park the car and lean in to kiss the girl. Little did she know that he was fixing to drug her. Jamie had mastered the art of putting amonia on a hankie in his pocket with one hand and a mini squeeze bottle. He would pull it out of his pocket right before he was pulling away from the kiss and hold it up to the womans mouth first saying he had to wipe off a smudge of leftover dinner. Before she could pull away he would hold her head to the kerchief so that she would pass out. When she passed out he would take a small hammer out of the small tool caddy located in the glove box. He could use that to hit her on the head in that magick location he had stumbled across so long ago.