"You have two minutes, darling. Run and save your life. If I catch you, you die," he said. I stared at him in disbelief. Why was he letting me run? He must really enjoy chasing his prey.
"Run," he mouthed.
Perhaps he wants me,his prey, with adrenaline coursing through my arteries. Great, I hate running. I know better than to test his patience. He's a serial killer, for heaven's sake. He isn't called the Blackwater Butcher for no reason. I tossed my shoes away and ran for my life.
"I'm coming!" Arian called out after a few minutes. My body was ice cold. I felt that by running, I would fall into one of his twisted traps so instead, I chose to hide. I looked around but cursed when I realised that there was no space that could protect me from the psychopath also known as... The King.
He was every girl's day dream.
He was also every child's worst nightmare.
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