"Darling, you're trembling." Cole smirked and stood up.
The handcuffs that were supposed to be attached to the bed were broken. I'm not sure how he managed to do that, but he did.
I gasped and I could feel my body shake more and my heart rate go up.
"I-I d-don't think y-y-you're s-supposed to do t-that." I stammered out of fear.
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My name is Quinn Montgomery, and I just moved to Los Angeles to work at Los Angeles Psychiatric Hospital. I had to leave my parents, younger brother, and my younger sister, back in Wyoming, where I grew up at. My parents never thought I would actually pursue my dream of working with psychos, but I'm here, so, I proved them wrong. But, little did I know that they were right when they said I was way in over my head. One of my patients, Cole Brock, is a serial killer I've been assigned to work with, and believe me, he's a handful...
It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and knew how to pick a pocket without anyone seeing. Easy right?
Now I'm strapped to a chair, blood running down my face and this man just growled at me. His eyes are starting to glow blue too. What did I just get myself into?
How did looking into those blue eyes change my whole life? How much worse can my luck possibly get as everything in my life turns upside down faster than I could keep up?
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