He put on his mask to check his looks in the mirror, after he had gargled with cheap Whiskey. She would not recognise him. He was pleased with his appearance, with his metamorphosis into a villain. It was still time. He practised his broad accent in front of the mirror, admiring his looks. Then he left the house, feeling the polished butterfly in his pocket. He loved the butterfly. He used to have a stiletto but to open the butterfly with some macho flashy movement was much more impressive - and cool.

This would be fun. He had prepared this thing for months. He had taken a course in Yoga. He had hated it. Yoga. He hated all this metaphysical mumbo-jumbo. It was crap. However, it was the right place to meet the kind of women he was after. The politically correct, emancipated, anti-chauvinist, enlightened, learned, environmentally conscious feminist. The type of woman that drove him frantic.

He used to attend courses at adult education centres. They were the best places to meet women. He got to know them, talked to them, found out about their attitudes and philosophies, figured whether they were suitable and investigated them. It took a hell of a time for a couple of minutes of fun, but it was worth it. Every second.

Full of anticipation he left his flat and drove to the picked location full of anticipation. It was already dark in the park where he expected her. It was not the best area. She had to be nuts to go through this park late at night. Even he felt uncomfortable in there and he was a man. Okay, he was a harmless nice guy who could not hurt a fly, only scare the shit out of them. The type of people who usually hang out in this place scared the shit out of him. His knife did not boost his confidence, either. The edge was blunt. He had filed off the blade, after having cut himself several times trying to open it menacingly.

Apparently, she was carrying pepper spray in her bag. at least that is what she told him. It was hart to believe that this would scare a bunch of hooligans on crack away, but she obviously believed it would. He would have liked to have her self-confidence! She did not do any martial arts. He had checked that. Once he had got beaten the living crap out of him by a bitch. She had nearly killed him. Nowadays, you had to expect women to know how to defend themselves, at least those he was after. And they were pretty good at it. It did not take much to take him out. A woman could do it without any armament. It was a matter of intimidation and surprise that enabled him to be successful.

He would have to be careful with her pepper spray. But knowing her tricks helped him. He would go for her bag first. Just in case he had several bottles of water in his car to clean his eyes. He had to be prepared for everything. That was crucial. Especially since he had to expect the cops to be on his heels. Some of the bitches called the police. He had even been on the news once. The description she had given the cops was quite flattering. He would have loved to be like she had described him. A tall muscular macho and not some skinny nerd. They never caught him, and how could they? His preparation was immaculate. It had to be.

He was not a chauvinist. Not at all. He had been raised to respect women and he claimed he did. His mother had been absolutely equal to his father in the family. He preferred working with women and did not consider himself to be pervert or twisted, maybe a little, but who was not? Sometimes he even had relationships with them, not very often, though. It never worked out for long.

It was just these annoying feminists that freaked him to the max.

Occasionally, he stepped back from his plan when he found that the chosen woman was not that bad after all - however, most of them were, and he did not want to throw all his work in the bin, once he had started.

he park was quite frightening. He had been there a couple of times to find out about her habits. It was necessary to be informed.

He did not give a damn about their feelings. He would have deserted these actions if he had thought about what kind of fear and pain he inflicted on the women. He did not really know anything about them, and he did not care. All he was after was some fun. Pure mindless fun. If he had been accused he would have said he was paying them back for all the crap they put in the world, for all the nuisance they stood for.

And then he saw her coming. In full disguise he jumped out of the bushes he had hidden in and started his act.

„Hey Baby!"

She was scared to hell. He came closer to get hold of her bag, but she did not make a move.

„What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

He felt great, seeing her scared and he would continue the intimidation, pull out his knife in a macho manner and then give her the chance to escape. And she would think she was lucky to escape, but he would know better, because all he wanted was to scare her. He was not interested in raping her.