"You are mine do you understand that"? I whimpered at the possessive tone in his voice. "You don't own me". his eyes grew an even darker shade of black. "I do now" he said as he slammed me into my locker. *Book one*
He possesses her, she abhors him. An obsessive love story for the sick and twisted.
A creepy old summer house. So many dark closets. And Daddy’s hiding inside one of them.
I'm a puppet. I look at you. You think I'm still? Think again. I may look plastic, but i still know you. Wanna play with me? Fun for me, but not for you. Wanna hand me to a little kid? I hope you know your horror facts. Think your prepared? I know you more than you know yourself.