"I was taken," Crystal says. "But, in a way, I expected it." She continues. "For days, I'd been receiving notes," she looks down. "It was hard on me in the beginning, and after I had discovered who took part in it, something changed. Something deep within." She looks back up, her eyes glossy with tears. "Explaining the feeling is difficult, and it seems crazy, being attracted to your captor, but I knew I didn't want it to go away." Crystal blinks, smiling for a moment, as if lost in a memory. "His brother kept inflicting pain, though, and, eventually, after finding out all that we've done together, he took that boy away." Her smile dissolves. "That evil man. . . I don't know why he did what he did. I'd spend days alone in that cold room. . . Thinking: what happened to that man?" she shakes her head, her expression contorting into one of hatred before she looks down once again. "Every time he hit me, I would feel an ounce of my sanity fly out the window," she faintly cackles. "I guess that's why I ended up here." Crystal concludes, her head snapping up as she begins to thrash and scream.
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READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
(C)hoardingcats
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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