Does your own book sometimes scare you?
I'm only on Draft 2, so the characters are not fleshed out yet, and I have yet to find the motive for my villain, but yesterday when reading the scene to @roycedaniel it hit me. I made the connection. And I got scared shitless.
In Soviet Union, as you may have heard, we had no sex and sex-related crimes, so no perverts, no rapists, no sicko serial killers. Only we did, and one of them was so notorious, he made the news. I remember hearing about it from my grandma (she tried scaring me to make me not go to the park alone by telling me there was a body of a frozen woman found), and later I read about him. Andrei Chikatilo. He led a double life, an exemplary Soviet citizen with a wife, children, and a job, and a vicious murderer, the product of growing up amidst Stalin's horrific mass famine when neighbors stole each other's children and ate them to survive.
He killed over 50 women and children, as he "was able to achieve sexual arousal and orgasm only through stabbing and slashing women and children to death."
And now I'm scared, because this is linked to my personal history of enduring abuse and I try and try and try to run from it, but no, it fucking likes to remind me of itself in my writing.