The Grape Trainer

He remembered the headlines in the newspapers back then, the grizzly pictures of the charred body in the gutted orphanage office. He did not think the orphanage officials would bother him anymore, for sure not that young rich girl in the office, the one who had made him do those things to her.
He was now looking at another one of those rich dirty-girls who thought nothing of sleeping around, getting what they wanted with their bodies. He could tell though she knew no one would ever think to harm her, the way she held her head, the way she walked without seeing anything or anyone around her. He would show her the error of her ways, he would do so this very day.
This time he would wait until she came to. He wanted her to see him, to know what was coming. Girls like her had been looking through him his entire life, not really seeing him at all. They still did.
This one would not.