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“185, 186…” He muttered under his breath on each step. It was the same. Of course it was. The rhythm, the patterns, the sameness of it all. It can't change.
The bag thumped his thigh. The routine kept him going when he'd rather just let go. It all threatened to become too much, to boil over, but he knew that the tower was always there. It kept him sane.
He paused - always - before stepping onto the deck. Officially, the tower was off-limits, but one of the few benefits of being a janitor was the ability to “borrow” a master key. He'd had this one for almost a year now, and no one seemed the wiser.
He strode towards the brick-framed window. This was the important part. The rest was just noise, static. He crossed to the railing, set his bag down, and bent to one knee as he pulled open the zipper. He allowed himself a moment's pause to luxuriate in the anticipation - to envision what was waiting under those metal teeth. His world narrowed leaving only the bag, the windows, the courtyard, and its inhabitants below.
With steady hands he snapped the sight to the barrel and raised the stock to his shoulder. He leaned forward, and his finger tensed. Smooth metal, heavy against his palm. He found her quickly. His cock throbbed, pulling against the tightness of his shorts. The cross-hairs slid past the dip of her waist, the swell of breasts. Her laughing, mocking smile clarified in his sight as he pulled, smoothly against the trigger. The dry click of the hammer on an empty chamber echoed softly in his ear; a familiar wetness spread at his crotch.
He was ignored down there. Just another peon. Up here…
Someday they'd know better.