Savage Stalker: A Dark Twisted Serial Killer Romance

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Every time my appetite had been taken care of, I couldn't care less about any of these bitches.

I grabbed hold of the rug I had ready for her, pink and checkered with red boxes.

Her two favourite colours she'd told me.

I rolled her body in the rug, leaving it to the side, before I started mopping up the blood, wringing it into the bucket, and disinfecting the entire area.

My pleasure room always had to be kept clean and spotless for the next woman that stepped in it...

So that they knew how special they were.

None of the whores before them had made it out alive...

And they could at least live in a delusional fantasy while I tortured them, that they were going to be the woman I would let walk free.

That couldn't be further from the truth.