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When I said "get a new hobby," I meant kayaking, not decking the halls with garlands of gore.
“Who are you?” I ask. His eyes find the clock on my wall and sparkle. “Your ten o’clock. But if this guy is done, I’m happy to start early.”
“That’s a good girl, Doctor Moore. We can’t let our emotions control our actions, right?”
Maybe this was his entire plan since we first met. Stalk me, kill my date, and then drag me back to the sex hovel he made for me. Honestly, no one’s ever made me anything before. That’s a level of commitment that’s as flattering as it is disturbing. I mean, depending on the state of said hovel. A hole in the ground would fucking suck.
shouldn’t have moaned. How embarrassing. Kidnapping one-oh-one: don’t moan.
“Doctor Moore, I’m going to have to insist that you marry me.” He pets the tree’s branches with gloved hands as my mouth drops open.
There’s a certain Hell for people who blush when a killer calls them their wife.
I could handle a bad date and a murder, apparently. But being proposed to while my perversion is revealed? Too much. God, please pick another soldier; this one has had enough battles for one night. Ugh.
I never thought I’d be happy a killer kidnapped me from my date. Too bad Thanksgiving is over. I could have shared that I was grateful for murder.
This is a lot more fun than the last kill. Everyone should drag their therapist along for murders.
I never thought my career would lead me here. Giving a serial killer a blowjob in a potential victim's house. I’ve dropped to my knees to keep my client functioning.
One more night of play fucking and another set of twins will be on the way. My stomach feels elated, and I grimace. No breeding your therapist, you psychopath.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t watch him chop wood since wood was a euphemism for a human body.
I’ll give it all up, everything, if I have to. Whatever she wants me to do, I’ll do it. No killing, no fucking, whatever. I don’t care. I want her more than I want peace of mind or the undeniable pleasure of killing an asshole. She’s my person. I need her.
Love is about being terrified of loss. It’s other people having the capability to destroy you.
“You won’t ever leave me either, right?” “There’s nothing in this world strong enough to take me away from you.”
