We went inside and then to her room. And that's when I began to freak out. Not because I was nervous but because her room was covered wall to wall and ceiling. Covered with pictures. Of me. Some were naked. I stared at her and she closed and locked the door.
"Your mine now Damon. And there's no escape as to where we're going." She put a chloroform rag to my face. And I was gone.
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Happily tragic.
Novela JuvenilJohn Greene is my inspiration for this book. This is a kidnapping stalker story. But you love the stalker. Don't you?
