I lie in my bed, gazing up and watching my ceiling fan spin. I knew he would come. Just like he always did. He could come and take me away from here. I dreamt of this every night. This fictional character my mind constructed, his beautiful being caressing my body softly. How could I have known, that this perfect man I've been dreaming of, was really a monster.
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Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)
FanfictionAslin Mckagen was 17 when she first fell in love, but it wasn't with anyone who actually EXISTED... Or so she thought. Her whole life is flipped upside down when she realizes that Jeff, the most perfect, sweet and handsome guy that she'd dreamt abou...
