Him. He was perfect, his black silky hair slicked back, His Leather jacket he wore over his White SeeThrough shirt that exposed his rock hard muscles and a pair of jeans that squeezed his legs. He was tall to, it's rumored he was 6 4" and his skin was dark but light in a sense. It went perfectly with his hair, and everything to be honest. I saw him every chance I had. Everytime my parents were out and my friends were over, that's when I saw him, he knocked on the door and our visits were short. He would smile not with his mouth but his eyes, they melted when he gazed upon me, Atleast that's what I thought, he was perfect, everything I've ever wanted, but he was a murderer, and he murdered my sister.
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.
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