The world thinks Chanel Cothern is dead. The only person who knows she isn't...is her killer. ⚠️⚠️Trigger Warning: Violence, Murder & eventually Strong Sexual Content⚠️⚠️

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat