Chapter Five: The Mailman Why the mailman you may be asking? Well, the mailman was the only person that came to the house consistently. No one else came in or out of the house. Now Jack or I would interact with the mailman whenever he came because it kept us a little more sane. It’sContinue reading “My Killer, My Lover, and Me”
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My Killer, My Lover, and Me
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”
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”
My Killer, My Lover, and Me
Chapter One: The Man We have been searching for him for months. There’s no way we’re going to find him before he moves on to a new place. New victims. The poor poor victims of this man. This man that tortures emotionally and physically for weeks before putting them out of their misery. He’s upContinue reading “My Killer, My Lover, and Me”
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