🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 1

Your POV {Flashback}

I was walking home, as per usual, when I noticed that someone else was following close behind me. I did what any female would do, and I sped up. I wasn't too far from my house when I felt a hand grab harshly at the back of my shirt and yank me back. I didn't scream, and when he started to pull me back onto the main road to that was lined with trees, I made a move. I wasn't carrying anything with me at the time, so I used what I had.

I went limp in his grasp, and as soon as I hit the ground, I pulled off my steel-toed boots as soon as I could. (I worked for a small mechanics shop down the street, and I seemingly always managed to drop wrenches on my toes.) I started to run off, but when I got a few paces away from the dark figure, an idea occurred to me. I ran back as fast as I could and grabbed my boots. I threw one as hard as I could at the person's face, and they stumbled back. While they were holding their nose, I came up and hit them in the face with the other boot as hard as I could.

Not long after the second boot's impact, he was tumbling to the ground. I didn't stop to run or check the person's pulse, I just firmly gripped my boot, raised it above my head, and hit the man in the face.

Over.

And over.

And over.

I stoped when I felt his blood splatter across my face. I drug the body as quickly as I could into the woods, and ran to my house and searched everywhere for a way to hide or get rid of the body. I had an axe in my hand when my eyes landed on the pig pen behind the barn.

I remember my dad telling me that one of his buddies got caught on some barbed wire while working on the pig sty fence, and he started to bleed. I remember that his friend got eaten alive. Nobody knew it until a few days later, when he hadn't shown up for anything. I nodded to myself, mentally saying that the idea I had was good.

⚠️GRAPHIC⚠️

I had just put the last of the severed and ground up body parts into the trough, and I sat my bucket down to watch the pigs eat.

I ran into a small problem when I found out that the pigs wouldn't eat the bone or the skull. At that point, the reality of what I had just done was coursing through my veins. My critical thinking kicked in and my mind replayed what a few of the famous murderers and serial killers did. I could hide their remains in my house, like Jeffrey Dahmer did. But that would lead all the blame right back to me. By the time I had come up with a suitable idea, the bones were picked clean, courtesy of the pigs.

I snatched the bigger bones that the pigs couldn't swallow, and carried them into the shed, where I bagged them all up in one bag, and threw it in the trunk of my car, and then I took a drive.

That's where it all started.

**GRAPHIC SCENE ENDED**

Your POV {End Flashback}

When I came to, I was in a round glass cell that was split in two. On the other side of the glass, was a tall man with dark jet black hair. He had a strange yet beautiful attire on from what I could see since he was facing away from me.

I didn't make a peep or even breathe too heavy as I surveyed my surroundings. What looked to be a control pad was off to my left, along with what I assumed to be the exit. Great. Another cell. The guy in the cell across from me had a bedside table, a chair, and even a cot with what looked to be a soft blanket. I, on the other hand, had a barren cell.