"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

Diana isn't a slut. She's not. But after a night of fun goes terribly wrong, Diana comes back to school with taunts echoing in the hallways. At first, she doesn't believe it. But when she sees the pictures, and hears the stories, she's forced to accept that something bad happened. Something unspeakable. Something that no one wants to hear. She was brutally raped. The further that Diana digs, the more scared she becomes. Merrick, her boyfriend, begins to drift off mid sentence. Her best friend, Charlie, can now barely look her in the eyes. No one remembers what happened to Diana. Something isn't right. A town that doesn't want to hear the truth, and people who won't tell it. 🏆Rankings: -1st in judge! -3rd in COURT!!!! -2nd IN TRUTHFULNESS;))) -5th in assault

That man there. Is not my brother.