The Gentleman

Carl Stevenson. Everyone who’d have met him would think ‘yeah, that is a lovely man’ or ‘he is such a gentleman’. I know this because I thought this myself. I thought he fancied me and wanted to get to know me. He’d tell me how beautiful I was and how it was such a pleasure to meet me. Obviously, he still does say all these things, but now his words seem dark and twisted. There isn't a genuinely good bone in his body.
So you’re probably thinking – what could he have possibly done that’s so terrible? Well how about I start from the beginning.