What a waste of beauty. Having sex with a passed out blonde was never enjoyable. If you could call it sex. But that would give what he did too much credit. And every time he had to rape a girl, his mind blanked out and never thought about anything. Just sadness. No lust, nothing. Just... emptiness. Sex can never fill all the love you don't have. He got up off her. He knew he didn't have to knock her out by spiking her drink to get into her pants. He knew she would have given herself up for him anyway. But it was all part of the plan. The sick plan to overthrow the world. Or whatever. Shawn rubbed his eyes, which felt like water bags. He sat at the side of the victim and slapped himself, hoping to feel something. Anything. Nothing. He stood, and trudged to the videotape and turned off his evidence. He asked himself why he does this. "Or else they kill me and my whole family." Was always the response. But that never seemed as bad as the things he'd done.