Ronnette was always..weird.
Her mother was always at work,leaving her and her dad.
You don't want to be left alone with someone who hits you,do you?....
She had plushies though,her only friends. Mr.C was given to her as a young child,the age of 3. Then skippy,a little dragon toy,who always carried a lollypop and had these big goofy eyes. Erny,a little alien toy knitted by her Grandmother Gabe,and this one blue cat that creeped the shit out of her.
Anyway,Hope you enjoy my story,Folks!!
Once I get cracking at a decent animation program,I may make this an animated series!!
But sit tight and...
ŖE̢͉͎̖̰͍͖M̧̲̟͕̼͚E̥̝̫M̥͟B̼̪ẸͅR̶̖͔̠̳̪ ̣T͎̳̮̦̤̯ͅO͇͎̜͇͓̖̫ ̶̗͓̲̥͕A̝̘L̸͓̹̞̭̻ͅW̱̞̗͎̯̝̺A̙͎Y̢̖͉̳̜S͜ G̹̜̭̮̬͔̳I͍̠͚͎V͍͖͕̼̖͔E̞̩̠̻̯̪͙ ͎͡M̙̲̱R̮ͅ ̣̞C͙̩͙̟̞͇͠U͟D̖̻̣͎͚̞̠D̳L̷̼͕̼̟̝E̬͙̼̱̟͞S̭͔̞̞͈̺̝ ̴A̸̭̹̘̻ͅ ̦͕̣̲̮͡H̖̖͓͇U̳̫͔G̢̺̪̞̼͔ ͓W͟H̪̣̹̭E͕̻͞Ń ̞̪̜͉͍̳͖Y̻̻͈̼͙O̥̗̗͖͇̖̰U̹̱̼̝͉͍ ̤͠S̟̪͍̭E͖͉̲E̮̩̫͈ ̣̕H͕̯ͅI͚͔͝M͎̭̫̠̼!
(minor foul language,gets worse further on,so make sure your mother doesn't see your history kiddies!!)
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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