Jim scooted up closer to me, on the very same sofa his victims are usually slumped across. He casually wrapped his arm around my torso. Anyone else would be fine with this, but knowing what my fiancé has done I sat there as still as a statue...unmoving.
"Why so frigid, it's not as if I'm going to kill you, haha." Jim proclaimed.
I wasn't sure about that...
There was a knock at the door that made me jump a mile. I felt so silly after realising it was only the pizza man! I answered the door and collected my Hawaiian pizza, paying the man £25. Pricey!
I took a bite.
I felt sick.
Stars filled my vision.
I heard laughter.
"YOU LITTLE BAS-" I screamed before I blacked out completely..
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Loving A Killer
RomanceThis is about someone who can't face the fact their fiancé is a brutal serial killer in the heart of NYC. Mature content! Enjoy!
