Savage Stalker: A Dark Twisted Serial Killer Romance

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I hated how society worked.

They thought that the older you were...

The more promiscuous were, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

I might have been almost 30, but I'd only ever been with one man.

Eighteen-year-olds and nineteen-year-olds nowadays had already slept with men in the double and triple digits.

Of course, there was no shaming them, because they could do what they wanted.

But it was pathetic that some men thought the younger a woman was, the more valuable she was.

It was a stupid, misogynistic mindset.

I just felt so helpless.

I was a devout Christian, so I wasn't about to go and cheat on David, either.

But the longer I stayed with him, the more repulsed I became.

His lack of ability to provide for me, not being able to satisfy my desires, not being able to let me flourish in my feminine energy.

I knew that I sounded like such a bitch saying all of these things, but it was the truth.

I knew he loved me...

But love could only get you so far.

There wasn't anything I could do about it, though.

All I could do was hope that I would eventually be able to get some time off work, and spend that time reigniting our spark and teaching him a thing or two about pleasuring a woman properly.

It wasn't like I had anything left to look forward to in my pathetic, miserable, robotic life, anyway.

It was too late for me to start over...

And in truth, I would rather waste my years trying to make it work with the same man...

Than have to get to know countless new guys, anyway.