🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Play With Me-1

(A/N: Yay! Finally a new book! I hope you all enjoy this one. As of now, I don't know how frequently I'm going to be posting but please be patient with me. Love you all! <3
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"Come on! I thought you said you wanted to play with me!"
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Y/n's POV:

I grinned at my boyfriend- ex-boyfriend I mean. Tears fell down his face and he begged for mercy. I crouched down and grabbed him by the hair. More tears fell on his face. "I thought you said you were a man." I paused staring at him with disgust. "A real man would fight back. He wouldn't be a pussy and let someone kill him. Let alone a girl."

I held up my prized possession- my buck 120. I don't know what I'd do without it. I smirked crudely as his blood dripped down my face. "Any last words, bitch?" I sneered.

"Please don't-" "TOO LATE!" I screamed. My grip on his hair tightened as I plunged the knife deep into his stomach. He let out a blood curdling scream. Well at least I don't think it sounds blood curdling. I've killed many of my 'boyfriends' before so this isn't new to me. I twisted the knife in his stomach as I watched that light drain from his eyes.

That's my favorite part about killing. Besides the rush and adrenaline of it all, I love to see the life drain out of my victims eyes. His body fell limp and I quickly pulled the knife out of him. I wiped the blood off of it on his shirt. He won't mind, right? He's dead after all. I placed the knife in my back pocket feeling the cool metal brush against my skin.

I stood up and stared at my...what number kill was this again? Ah well, it doesn't matter. I walked away toward his front door but before I opened it to leave I noticed a news paper article about this place called Woodsboro. I flipped through the pages skimming through them. I smiled.

"Looks like I found my new home."

I folded up the newspaper and put it in my back pocket as I walked out the front door not caring to close it. I walked around to the garage and got a glimpse of my ex-boyfriends motorcycle. It shimmered in the moonlight. Such a beauty. I walked over to it and noticed the keys sitting neatly on the seat. "Jackpot!" I hopped on and put the key in the ignition.

When he was alive, I would ride around with my 'boyfriend' on his motorcycle. I always did like it. I watched all his movements. I learned a thing or two about driving one. At least I got that out of dating him. Sure we did fuck around a lot, but I'm pretty sure he was nailing this chick at school so it's whatever.

I've actually heard of Woodsboro. It's not to far from where I live- well used to live now. It actually seems like a nice place. Lots of people..lots of guys to date...lots of guys to kill. Seems great! I drove on the desolate street toward my new home. The radio blasted Urgent by Foreigner. This is nice. Let's hope it fucking stays that way.
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Third Person POV:

The young girl drove through her new town with a knife in her back pocket and a handful of dreams. She looked around and noticed a cheap hotel. Sure, the word cheap reallyyyy plays a role in this hotel but it's all she can get for now. She pulled into the parking lot and sighed. "Damn it...my fucking clothes..."

She had blood stained on her jacket. "Ughhhhhh!" She shrugged off the jacket and used a clean part of it to wipe off the blood on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror on the motorcycle. "Eh...good enough." The cold wind nipped at her bare arms but she ignored it.

She opened the apartment on the motorcycle and grabbed a wad of cash that she had put in there before she killed her boyfriend. "One hundred..two hundred..three hundred..." She paused counting the money she stole from her parents she had recently killed. She didn't feel remorse. She didn't feel anything.

"Alright! I have about five thousand....that should last me a while." She headed into the building not before going around the back and throwing away her bloodied jacket. She went into the building and smiled at the receptionist who snapped her gum.

"What do you need?" The receptionist drowsily asked. The girls smiled faltered a bit at her rudeness but she brushed it aside. "I need one room." The receptionist tapped away on her computer with her manicured nails. "And for how long will you be staying with us?" The girl pondered for a second before answering. "Two weeks."

The lady handed the girl her keys to her room while she handed the receptionist the first payment of staying there. She walked up the stairs to her new room and fumbled around the sheets to make sure there weren't any hidden bugs anywhere. Once she knew there was nothing hiding in the sheets she plopped down on the bed and let out a sigh.

"Hello new home..." She mumbled to herself before falling asleep on the old bed.