There was a time when I believed that the world I live in was as innocent as me. I once believed that everyone in this world had a heart. I was a fool, I was naive, I was completely not known of the horrible world that I now lived in.
December 24th, I was attending a Christmas Eve Party for my best friend, Jonah. He pratically begged me to go. Normally, I would have said no and helped my family with the gift wrappings, but I wanted to change. That was my mistake Number One, my mistake number Two was walking home instead of begging Jonah to drop me off at home. Mistake Number Three, trusting a complete stranger to drive me home.
My name Is Winter Farrow. You've heard about me huh? Yeah, the girl on the news, the missing children poster and back of the milk cartons. I considered Christmas Eve the day before blessings could occur--my birthday. I was happy to receive my gifts, but now, there's one gift that I would kill to give up, wanna know what?
December 24th, The day of my kidnap.
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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