A book of mystery that solves on its own only to those eyes who seek the escape not entertainment.
"In this gripping tale of blood, violence, and gore, an innocent life is ensnared by a ruthless predator. The hunter, a psychotic and sadistic individual, has left a trail of destruction in his wake, annihilating entire flocks of migratory birds and burning everything in his path.
His latest captive is a little yellow bird, whose mesmerizing beauty stays his hand. Instead of killing it, he shoots its wings, captures and nourish it back to health.
The Hunter was utterly entranced by the little bird's ethereal beauty, To enshrine his captivating captive, he crafted a golden cage, adorned with intricate filigree and delicate patterns. Whenever he approached the cage, the bird would tremble with fear, its cries piercing the air. Yet, to the Hunter's ears, those melancholic trills were a symphony of unparalleled beauty, for this rare avian specimen possessed a voice like none other. Its genus, known for their hauntingly lovely songs, could mesmerize even the most hardened of hearts. And so, the Hunter found himself drawn inexorably to the bird's lamentations, his soul bound to its sorrowful melodies. But the bird knows its captor is not a savior but the tormentor So he longed its freedom but after a long time of captivity it embraced its fate, now whenever the Hunter opened the cage, the bird would softly nuzzle its tormentor, its once-fearful heart having mysteriously surrendered to its captor.
Now
A new obsession had taken hold of him, this time a human, already ravaged by the trials of her own existence. This vulnerable soul, fragile and worn, had unknowingly captured his attention, igniting a dark fascination within. As he begins to stalk his quarry, the shadows seem to deepen, raising an ominous question: will this battered heart find a way to evade capture, or will the one who hunts become the haunted, consumed by a terror beyond his wildest imagination?
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger.
"He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip.
"So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?"
"I... I will..."
"You will what?"
"I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said.
"From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."