Chapter Four: The Bedroom I heard the second click from the door and I knew that we were locked in the room. I didn’t bother with the lock I knew my team would find us eventually. I knew Jack wouldn’t hurt me. Matt, I was scared of. Matt was insane but intelligent. He knew howContinue reading “My Killer, My Lover, and Me”
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My Killer, My Lover, and Me
Chapter Three: The Dinner ‘Date’ There was no part of me that wanted anything to do with food at the moment, but here I was sitting at a table across from my ‘lover’ while a serial killer cooked my ‘lover’ and I our ‘special date night dinner’. Wow now that’s a fucked up sentence IContinue reading “My Killer, My Lover, and Me”
My Killer, My Lover, and Me
Chapter Two: Taken I landed on my stomach the rough floor of the van. I knew I had made a mistake flinging myself into the van without thinking it through. There was a pungent smell that tore through my nostrils. It was like someone had spilt a mix of milk and raw meat and hadContinue reading “My Killer, My Lover, and Me”
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