Welcome! I am not a common girl you should see walk down the street but do not mind that small detail. I am here to tell you how I became what I am today. My story may sound frightening and unbelievable but believe me, I am being completely honest. Now, let me stop thinking to myself and start giving the facility the information they so much desired to hear.
" Alright, 324, could you please tell us your story?"
" But of course, my dear scientist. If the lab will enjoy to here my lovely, simple tale, then I will make sure to add as many details as possible."
" Do not even think about lying to us, 234. You know what happens if you lie."
" I get tortured by seeing my memories, I know. Do not worry. I am sure you will have more than enough information after my simple, boring tale is done. Let us just hope you can stand my peaceful and perfect life history. "
I smile at her and she gulps. Shaking her head, she nods at me and waits for me to start. Very well. Let this sweet, delightful story begin. Enjoy my history! I am sure you will find it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . captivating.
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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