Miraba el rojo cielo, miraba a sus demonios torturar a las pobres almas, miraba, como corrían los ríos de lava y como las montañas de piedra y sin vida estaban ahí, siempre ahí, sin hacer nada interesante. Fue y se sentó en una banca en una colina, y mientras miraba, como siempre desde ya hace muchos años, dijo. "ya me canse de todo esto, siento que debo hacer algo nuevo, y eso es buscar el amor, algo que no está en mi naturaleza, pero no importa lo voy a buscar y lo encontrare"
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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