OUT FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR
© DrkFetyshNyghts 2022
If Oscars were on offer then Nightmare would have scooped
the board. For someone who hadn't been very good on communication when he was
out, now he'd perfected the art. The woman smiled. She was the first on
Nightmare's list. She'd made it difficult in previous hearings for his parole
case. And in the times he'd sat opposite her, he'd had these visions and these
clip reels that'd played and replayed inside his mind that detailed what he
would do to her right at this precise time if the opportunity arose. She was
pretty enough for hm to want to fuck her up
completely. She had nice enough tits for him to want to hurt them so that she'd
wish that she didn't have them any more. And she had
long and shapely enough legs for him to want to make it so she couldn't walk
unaided ever again. Yes she would be his first, when he got out. That would be
something for him to focus on, something for him to plan for.
"So, you don't consider yourself 'Nightmare' any more?"
And it was like she was mocking him and trying to bait
him.
"No Miss. That was my past life, when I was in that bad
place, and I never want to go there again."
And his tone, his perfect tone, his pleasant tone didn't
miss a beat and this woman sitting in front of him seemed to be searching his
eyes for any sign of a lie. There wouldn't be one. The Nightmare had perfected
his technique. He'd taken lessons off other low life's as to how to get past a
parole board and he hadn't just perfected it, he had rewritten the book on it.
He knew what she was doing - trying to trip him up. He knew that she'd known
what his crimes were, and what he'd done to other women. He'd known that he
probably made her flesh creep having to consider him for release. But to him
she was just another woman, another female. Another 'bitch'
'slut' 'whore'. And as he sat keeping that eye contact with her, he knew that
she was probably feeling as uncomfortable as fuck. But
not as uncomfortable as she would feel by the time he had her where he wanted
her. She'd been number one on his list since the parole process had started.
"I want to believe you of course. But you know, a lot of
people don't think that an offender of your 'type' can show true remorse, or
couldn't reform in any way. They say that your type are so somehow damaged that
there is no way ever that you can reform. And I have to say that I am not
totally convinced either. But to an extent my hands are tied in that you seem
to tick all the boxes required for release on licence."
Nightmare just sat and smiled in that
pleasant way. 'Fucking slut, what would you know about
reform? You plumb mouthed cunt. I'm gonna show you what reform is all about. And I'm gonna take my time with you, making extra special for you'.
These thoughts in his head were loud and yet, that polite, almost contrite
smile was what was convincing this woman and the other two, who just took
notes, that he was ready. It was her though, that lead bitch
asking the questions. She had her doubts about him, he knew that, so she would
have to pay. And yet she was right to have those doubts of course. But he liked
it that her hands were tied, because soon, very soon it would be more than her
hands that were tied.