I hovered over my next victim. A young girl with short, bleach blonde hair. Sharp green eyes, beautiful feautures, short girl. Fear is what I hungered for. Fear is what I was going to get. She lay there naked before me. When she awoke she looked down at her bare body at the ropes and wires she was bounded down on the table with, the markings I drew. The places I was going to slice her. She began to tremble and I couldn't help but smile. I stepped forward and she looked up at me as though I were a monster. I lifted the blade and placed it on the skin I inteded to dig the blade into first but then she did something peculiar. Something I never expected. When I lookedat her face she was staring at my eyes, she was calm, unafraid', she looked... Mezmerized my be..
But she wasn't scared. This was all wrong! I dropped the knife. Bent to retreive it but it slipped from my fingers. My palms were sweaty, my heart was pounding. What was this I feeling? I didn't know I've never felt this before. I couldn't murder her, I couldn't hurt her. So I did what I had to... And now I regret it.. I regret it more than anything I've ever done. And I've never regretted anything.
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"cold as stone?"
Mystery / ThrillerA 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...
