The Pair
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Stratford psychriatric clinic. Quarto trezentos e doze. TDI. Psicose. Transtornos mentais. Cento e dezessete vítimas. Todas mulheres, assim como eu, jovens, morenas e cheias de vida. Ele estava à solta. Ele estava atrás da próxima vítima, a principal delas, eu. Caçado e procurado pela justiça, traumas de infância e terríveis assassinatos nas costas, e o próximo seria o meu. Ele me queria. Eu precisava correr, fugir, me esconder, pois uma hora ele me acharia. Dante Williams estava atrás de mim, ele me manipulou, brincou comigo e agora era a hora da caça. Obsessivo. Manipulador. Perigoso. E ainda assim eu queria ajuda-lo, afinal, era o meu trabalho. Mas como ajudar alguém que não quer ser ajudado? Que gosta de ver a dor, o sofrimento nos rostos das vítimas?
Corra querida, corra. Pois a caçada começou.
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