Right on Time by Vincent V. Cava
Oct 10, 2026 · 23 min · 9 segments
Another classic throwback! 🔪 🖋️ The Author: https://www.vincentvenacava.com/ 📹 Video!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FVVxY3S9mc 📖 Read Along!…
Oct 10, 2026 · 23 min · 9 segments
Another classic throwback! 🔪 🖋️ The Author: https://www.vincentvenacava.com/ 📹 Video!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FVVxY3S9mc 📖 Read Along!…
He'd been watching her for a couple of weeks, and in that time he had memorized her entire daily routine.
7.30 a.m., wake up and shower.
8 a.m., head to Starbucks for a disgusting cup of sugary syrup, a splash of milk, and just a hint of coffee.
8.30 a.m., arrive at the office.
11.45 a.m., lunch, a salad at her desk, except on Wednesdays.
That's when she meets the black chick from HR at the cafe across the street for a little girl talk, and so on.
It hadn't been hard.
He noticed almost immediately that she was a slave to her ways, the type of person that didn't typically deviate from her schedule, which was fine by him.
Her predictable habits had made planning her murder practically effortless.
He checked the time on his watch as he pulled the stolen sedan up in front of her townhouse that night.
10.35 p.m. That meant that she had just finished watching television for the evening.
If he had to venture a guess, he would have to say that she was brushing her teeth right about then.
In ten minutes, she'd be in the shower, and after that, it was bedtime, except he managed to smile.
She wasn't going to make it to bed.
Just a few more minutes, and all of his careful planning would finally come to fruition.
He let his fingers slip down between his legs.
He told himself that she deserved what she was about to get.
All of his victims had.
Sure, none of the women that he'd murdered had ever done anything to cross him directly.
But that didn't matter.
They were the type of females that sickened him.
Promiscuous sluts in their late twenties or early thirties that claimed they were too wrapped up in their careers for a serious relationship.
Dumb broads who considered themselves independent women.
Skanks who wore overpriced designer blouses and carried obscenely expensive Michael Kors handbags wherever they went.
He'd been watching her for a couple of weeks, and in that time he had memorized her entire daily routine.
7.30 a.m., wake up and shower.
8 a.m., head to Starbucks for a disgusting cup of sugary syrup, a splash of milk, and just a hint of coffee.
8.30 a.m., arrive at the office.
11.45 a.m., lunch, a salad at her desk, except on Wednesdays.
That's when she meets the black chick from HR at the cafe across the street for a little girl talk, and so on.
It hadn't been hard.
He noticed almost immediately that she was a slave to her ways, the type of person that didn't typically deviate from her schedule, which was fine by him.
Her predictable habits had made planning her murder practically effortless.
He checked the time on his watch as he pulled the stolen sedan up in front of her townhouse that night.
10.35 p.m. That meant that she had just finished watching television for the evening.
If he had to venture a guess, he would have to say that she was brushing her teeth right about then.
In ten minutes, she'd be in the shower, and after that, it was bedtime, except he managed to smile.
She wasn't going to make it to bed.
Just a few more minutes, and all of his careful planning would finally come to fruition.
He let his fingers slip down between his legs.
He told himself that she deserved what she was about to get.
All of his victims had.
Sure, none of the women that he'd murdered had ever done anything to cross him directly.
But that didn't matter.
They were the type of females that sickened him.
Promiscuous sluts in their late twenties or early thirties that claimed they were too wrapped up in their careers for a serious relationship.
Dumb broads who considered themselves independent women.
Skanks who wore overpriced designer blouses and carried obscenely expensive Michael Kors handbags wherever they went.
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