He found me.
My heart sped up. I started racing towards him. He smiled at me and disappeared into the crowd.
"No!" I shouted. But he was gone. As if he had never been there at all.
Warm tears spilled down my cheeks.
I'm insane.
How could I have fallen in love with him?
Why him?
He's a sick man.
He lusts over torture and spilt blood.
Almost my spilt blood and I show compassion for this sick, prick?
That means I'm sick.
Especially since I don't care.
Especially since I'm the happiest I've Evers been in my life knowing he's watching me... Isn't he?
The killers POV
I found her today. It was all I could do not to hold her in my arms and run away with her.
I figured she would be terrified of me.
But she ran towards me.
Maybe to try and fight me?
No, she didn't look mad.. Her beautiful face shown happiness, excitement.
My thoughts were interrupted by my new prey crying in front of me.
I'd tied her down.
"I told you to shut up. Allow me to make you shut up, whore."
I took the knife and slid it down her fore arm watching the blood trickle down and slowly drip on the floor below the table I'd tied her to. She started screaming.
Why isn't this working for me?
Please don't tell me this mystery girl of mine has changed me!
Frustrated I stabbed the blade under her left breast into her heart.
The screaming stopped.
Tomorrow she will be mine.
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"cold as stone?"
Misterio / SuspensoA woman is kidnapped by a male seriel killer. She is the first out of 24 victims to survive. But why? And why does she feel like she misses someone? And why does it feel like something is missing from her life? And why does it feel like someone is w...
