Jasmine

But before I can look further and register what's happening he is kissing me. I am shocked. Dumbstruck. Before I could protest or do something else he pulls back and looks smugly at me. I feel awful. I can't even wipe my mouth.

"Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck do you want?" I hiss.

"Who do you think?" he asks with his smug face still on. I want to beat the crap out of him. "Murderer perhaps. That should do it. Or else how about this 'an infamous killer who's never been touched by a single pea-brained cop'?"

I glare at him.

"And what I want is for you to scream and cry in pain," he says. "It will be favorite music."

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This story deals with a serial killer. Slight mature theme.
Short story updated in parts.
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