When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER...
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In a twisted game of cat and mouse, a young woman becomes dangerously entangled with a masked serial killer she has been obsessively stalking, leading to a bizarre and clandestine...
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I REMEMBER MY MOM telling me once, that when I was four, I killed her singing bird, all because I got annoyed of it by always singing in the mornings. She said my tiny hands wrapped around its neck then snapped it - making it unable to sing... forever. I didn't believe her because, well... mother lied often. But my history of capturing butterflies and plucking out their wings as a child, said otherwise. It might've been true.
When I turned seven, I remember one time that I got really curious of what would happen if my playmate Lina drank a glass of water mixed with rubbing alcohol. So, I secretly poured some when she wasn't looking. She was rushed to the hospital because of poisoning of course. She was fine. She survived. Now I knew then what would happen.
In middle school, a boy, Brandon, was bothering me, because he was making these lousy jokes in class to distract the teacher from discussing. I was a studious student, I wanted to listen, but he wouldn't shut up. So... I made him. I grabbed my thick math text book then repeatedly hit his face with it that my teacher and my classmates had to pull me away from him. His nose got broken and three of his permanent front teeth got knocked off from his gums. They left me off the hook with a warning, but when Mickey - the wannabe edgy prick - teased me for not having a dad, it led me to rip out his fresh industrial piercing, making the top of his earlobe tear and bleed; that's when I really had to transfer school after that.
In high school, just when mother died and Alexandra took me in her wing, I befriended a guy named Jackson. He was a basketball star in our academy and all of the girls and gays loved him, me included. He asked me out for prom and I was shocked because I was just a first year freshman and he's a senior, but of course I said "Yes! Yes! Yes!". Tammy-Lynn, one of the hot-shit seniors didn't like it. She told me that I should fuck off because the only reason why Jackson would do it was because he lost a bet. I was angry on Tammy-Lynn, but she told me the truth, so I didn't really do anything to her. To Jackson however, I confronted him and with my uncontrolled anger - stabbed a pencil on his right shoulder - so deep that he wasn't able to play for the all-star-season of high school basketball the next day.
"I thought you like me!" I remember screaming.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" I remember him screaming back as his shoulder bled.
I got called in the principal office again. But this time, with Alexandra. The parents of Jackson wanted me to be expelled, but since Alexandra was more powerful than them because of her money and influence, the principal only decided to suspend me for the meantime. But while I was at it, she suggested to put me in therapy to sort out my series of aggression in my past that continuously affected me. Alexandra agreed.
Dr. Finnegan's sessions were long and dead serious. He's one of those who would intensely scrutinize every detail until there was non. I wanted to lie, to bullshit my way through just to finish this mental-fuckery, but he's so good - he cracked my shell and was able to pull me out to honesty. Then, I was suddenly an open book to him.
