So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work.
Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled.
Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.
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A Dark Captive Romance 🔪 ❤︎
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈
(Masked Lovers Series #2)
he reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head upward until our faces were even closer. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "Completely and utterly."
My Monster. My Captor.
He watches me. Controls me. Plays with me.
I thought I understood darkness-until he showed me how deep it really goes.
I was just a normal nineteen-year-old: college, friends, parties. Then, in an instant, it was all ripped away. Kidnapped by strangers. Handed over to him. The man in the mask.
They gave me to him like a gift. Now, I'm his.
He doesn't just want my body-he wants my soul. He calls me his pet. He wants to break me, reshape me, claim me completely.
I try to fight. But resisting only makes it worse.
I hate him. I hate what he's doing to me.
And yet... I crave him.
The darkness is consuming me, warping me into something I don't recognize. But it doesn't matter anymore.
Because I'm his.
Totally. Irrevocably.