Feeding Time

"Please, you have to help me." I lift up my head from where I'm sitting on the floor to see the woman with brunette hair and green eyes, tied to a chair next to a large table, lined with knives.
I get up slowly, trying to hide my grin.
"Who are you?", I ask, strolling over so that I stand in front of her. "Why are you here?"
"M-My name is Laura Kilara", she stammers, looking at me nervously. "Please, untie me."
I pick up the smallest knife and turn it over in my hand, slicing the tip of my finger.
"What are you doing? Please, who are you?"
My grin grows wider as I pace in front of her, twirling the weapon in my fingers. After a moment, I stop.
"My name is Theresa Moore." At the sound of my name, Laura's eyes grow wider.
"Please", she begs frantically. "Please, I'm a mother. I have a five year old. She needs me."
I sigh. "I'm not going to kill you. Good God, why does everyone assume I'm a killer?"
Her face gets hopeful. "You won't kill me?"
"Of course not." She sighs in relief. "I'll make you into art forever."
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Theresa Moore. Still twenty one. And now she is on the run with her friends, about to be known as the Sunset Killer. And with secrets lurking in every corner, she won't know where to turn when the sun sets and feeding time begins.

*Sequel to Insanity*