Not My Valentine

Nica could try to force open her eyes. She isn't sure if she truly wants to or should, but she could.

What will be awaiting her if she does? Another body drenched in red, a face slack with the finality of death, and a horrific injury that will sear itself into her retinas? A struggling figure bound with duct tape? The glint of a metal nail file? Red lips and a sweet smile with thinly veiled danger lurking beneath?

Will she be so lucky as to find herself alone? As alone as she can currently get, that is?

"You awake, sweetface?"

No... Please, no.
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Warning: this fic contains blood, violence, murder, implied/referenced abuse, drugging, & other sensitive topics.