To the girls who fell in love with scary movies at an early age and saw something in the villain as much as she saw in the hero. We can have them both in fiction. I gotchu.
As she flips, she sees information on a serial killer in New York City they’ve dubbed the Butcher. He’s been cutting up bodies into meals and leaving them raw. Psycho, she thinks, but there’s no image of him, nor images of any kind in the article, so she scrolls past.
attention he gave her. She absorbed all the desire, all the danger associated with following her, watching her. And yet, she still wonders if he in fact exists at all.
Mm mmm mrs ma'am
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