Maine could only see snippets of a day as it flashed before her eyes but never truly remember it. Not the hows, or the whens, the whys and the whats. She's aware that scabs are littering her body — on her arms, her legs, her face, her back. She knows that blood has caked and soaked through her hair. She can feel her entire body ache, and whine, and plead.
She sat in silence, in the same very chair she had somehow managed to fall asleep on, staring at the blackness that was the decaying, vandalized room, The Reaper had put her in.
A numbness wraps around her whenever a memory strikes.
The Reaper drugging her.
The Reaper running his fingers through her hair.
The Reaper talking, telling her his name---
Beau.
Beau slinging her over his shoulders and putting her in his car right next to her dead roommate.
Beau dragging her friend's corpse against the pavement.
Beau driving.
Beau yelling.
Beau stripping her down to her underwear.
Beau clothing her.
Beau calling her by a different name--
Tanya.
Beau pressing his cheeks against her cheek.
Beau whispering a name that wasn't hers--
Tanya.
Beau wiping away her tears.
Beau leaving her in the dark.
Beau saying goodbye.
"I hope you didn't have too much fun while I was away!"
Beau coming back.
"I was just getting started."
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Do You Fear The Reaper?
FanfictionDr. Maine Mendoza falls victim to a high profile serial killer she and Special Agent Faulkerson have been hunting down for months. Now held captive and with only a few days to live, it's up to Special Agent Faulkerson to answer The Reaper's riddles...
