Red lips, perfect teeth. Satin dress, knife between her teeth. She walks with her head held high, bodies at her feet. And somewhere in the warehouse, victim number seven screams.
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Red lips, perfect teeth. Satin dress, knife between her teeth. She walks with her head held high, bodies at her feet. And somewhere in the warehouse, victim number seven screams.
"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?"
Daniel...