"They Were Going To Leave," Everleigh Turnbull repeated to herself as she dipped her fingers in her victim's blood, bringing it to the wall of her house. With every word was of a new victim's blood. Five people dead, five people closest to her, five people that were going to leave her. Police have yet to find her, until Detective Adam Smith located Everleigh in her house, cooking a kidney of one of her many victim's. "It's not a killing spree, it's revenge." Everleigh says to Detective Smith. Why would she want to kill the people closest to her? As the chilling message screamed on the rotting walls, they were going to leave her. "Chop, chop, chop." Everleigh whispers to herself when each victim was killed, blood covering hands and splattered all over her face, a sinster smile beneath the mess.
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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