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Logan watched her every move, never missing a beat except when it was necessary for her to be away from him. He was the predator and she was his prey. Yet she didn’t know this. His thoughts sickened him and yet dominated his every waking hour until he would make his move. She was so young and so seemingly innocent and never realizing the monster that lay inside of him, so near to her, and so very dangerous. His obsession grew more every day until she was all he thought about. He must have her. The way her body danced in front of him, so thin and shapely, her breasts jutting heavily from her chest, her ass so tight and firm. Day by day his anger grew, the way she tortured him unknowingly, he was going to make her pay.

He crept to her room by night to watch her undress, see her smooth skin reveal itself under her clothes, the clothes that he wanted to tear to shreds. He wanted to tear her to shreds, but in another way. It was all he could take and he finally snapped. She was going to be his. He would wait until the house was asleep and he would make his move. “Logan, are you alright,” Charles asked him, watching him stalk the mansion like a beast on the prowl, which he was. But Logan was careful to guard his thoughts from the Professor. “It’s nothing Chuck, I’m fine,” he said, composing himself and getting as far away from him as possible before he suspected anything other than a bad mood.

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