Better a Gentle Monster
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 2
For over thirty-five years, Rufus had considered and done nearly everything a pedophile kidnapper would, other than touching a child. Every night for decades, he masturbated while thinking about kissing and making love to girls far too young.
There was a very comfortable kid’s bedroom in his basement. Nearly every day he spent a few hours there, fantasizing what he wanted to do with the young lady who would live in it. In the corner opposite the door was a small pink bed with pink sheets and pillows. The mauve and white comforter on it was nearly covered with stuffed animals and more small pillows. There was also a large dollhouse, plenty of dolls, and a few toy cars they would fit in.
A bookshelf held many children’s and young adult books, plus several dozen romance novels. There were several board games and puzzles on the child-sized table, and a pair of small chairs near it. A large flatscreen television adorned one of the walls, and a video system and two game consoles rested on shelves below it. The basement bedroom even had an en-suite bathroom with a pink sink, toilet, and bathtub!
Disturbingly; there were handcuffs, sex lube, and condoms on the nightstand. The bookcase’s lowest shelf was filled with pornographic magazines, a dozen sex toys sat on the dresser, and thirty adult movies were stacked next to the video games. There were no windows, and the door set in one of the room’s brick wall was steel with a high-security lock on the outside.
He smiled as he carried the tiny girl Della out of the mall. Teen Lora and even younger Kiley followed. He knew the parking lots usually held at least ten nearly identical white vans, which is part of the reason he’d bought his. To get what he desired, Rufus thought he would need to find a young girl on her own, kidnap and take her away, then keep her prisoner.
He wished they would desire him and enjoy fulfilling all his kinky wants, but realized that would probably never happen. Most girls in the age range he fancied wouldn’t have much sex drive, so he would need to force her and make her do it. His intense desires were mostly about happiness and physical love, not domination or pain, which was a big part of why he had never followed through. He longed to kiss, fondle, and make love to young girls, and wanted them to love it too. He’d feel terrible if he caused them any pain, or if they feared instead of loved him.
He had planned for many, many abduction scenarios, but nothing like this. There were three young females with him instead of only one, and they were eager to go instead of resistant. The oldest had even offered him exactly what he wanted! He was glad he wouldn’t need any of the items in the duffel bag under the driver’s seat. For years he had checked its contents twice daily, almost religiously. It contained a shiny and frightening nickel-plated .44 magnum revolver, a large hunting knife, hand cuffs, duct tape, and a rope. On top was a glass jar containing an ether-soaked rag, and another with chloroform instead.