"Pizza delivery!" the delivery boy shouted at the door of the huge mansion.
Out came a beautiful woman in a rainbow sequin top and black shorts, possibly in her twenties. She smiled sweetly. "Yes, that's me! Thank you, here's your tip," she said, taking the pizza box from him and putting it down on the table next to her.
The boy was too mesmerised by her beauty to say anything when she placed the money in his palm. They stood like that for a while, him gaping at her and she smiling at him.
"Are you free now?" she asked, twirling her short black locks while smiling sweetly, breaking the silence. "Maybe you should come in? My parents are away now... So, care to play a game with me?"
He nodded, seemingly in a trance.
With that, she pulled him into the mansion.
Closing the door behind them, he definitely didn't see her sweet smile turn sinister or the evil glint in her eyes.
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.
[[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]