The Lovers of Corruption

"I thought you left, I thought you weren't going to be back for the day. I saw my chance, and I took it. I'm the final girl, I have to make it through this. I thought that you not being in the closet meant I was free for another day, I don't know what you expect me to say or do, I don't know why you're even here." My voice is wavering, my grip on the handle is weak, every part of me has turned timid, but somehow the meaning behind each word seems to reach him. He takes another step towards me and barks with laughter.

"You were going to let me take you, Novy? I was going to torture you for the rest of your days, and you were going to accept fate as if it were something every girl your age is used to? Wow," he chuckles. "You're a lot crazier than I am!"

"I don't think you're crazy anymore," I manage through clenched teeth. He stops his laughter and takes on a more serious look, staring straight through me to figure out what I'm thinking.

"No? Then what am I, Novy?"

"You're just lost," I reply, slightly lowering the knife, yet still keeping my hands wrapped tightly around it. If I can defuse the situation, he won't make me continue this theatrical representation.

Novella Banks is a normal boring girl, with a normal boring life, thinking normal boring thoughts. That is, she was, until a certain killer made his way through her window, changing her life for the worst. With her confusing newly found thoughts and his obsessive personality, it's a match made in hell. Will he keep his words and kill her? Or will he torture her for eternity?