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That these screams sound nothing like the ones I really want to hear, or that this brittle, fake hair isn’t soft between my fingers the way hers would be.
Eloise Meadows.
Unlike most of the men who come here, I don’t enjoy my visits. I detest every minute I spend here.
But, I ain’t a fucking saint and every now and then the hunger inside me has to be fed.
Eloise has suffered so much in this wicked world already, and I’ve proven, more than once, that there's nothing I won’t do to protect her from it.
I’m angry at her for not being who I want her to be.
A monster ruined beyond repair, who’s bound to a beautiful, innocent creature by invisible chains and has no choice but to lurk in her shadow.
For years, I tried telling myself that what I feel for her is love, but it’s not, it can’t be.
Love isn’t supposed to hurt, and I’ve been in pain since the day I laid eyes on her.
I’ll be fucking it deep into Eloise’s tight, unprotected pussy. Filling it to the brim and ensuring that I gave her something that binds her to me…
my obsession with her has escalated. I need so much more these days, and the thought of her carrying something of mine inside her never fails to have my balls ready to blow.
“Open your mouth,” I order, and when she does as I command, I take the pill that’s between my fingers and press it onto her tongue.
I never leave anything to chance in a place like this; I always bring my own rubbers and ensure the girl takes the Plan B when I’m done.
Sketching her the way I perceive her, and etching out the life I’d like to give her. The walls around me hold countless images of her face, because drawing her is the closest I’ll ever let myself get to touching her.
Sitting back and watching Lance become part of her life is hard.
I also wanna take a razor to his ball sack, but that's something I’m working on trying to control.
pain on the outside hurts far less than it does on the inside.
Who am I to take her chance of happiness away from her? Who am I to ruin a life that she’s fought so hard to repair? I’m nobody to her, and she will never know that for so long she’s been the entire world for me.
I’m going to die an old spinster like Mrs. Mooney, who lived on the second floor and was dead for a week before anyone noticed.
I was dealt a shitty blow when I was younger, but it doesn’t have to define me.
I’m furious at her for being so stupid.
Eloise has lived half of her life being cautious; coming out the house, at night, alone and drunk isn’t just out of character for her, it’s fucking reckless.
despite what I heard her telling herself in her little pep talk before she left, no neighborhood is safe.
Eloise Meadows may not be mine, but she’s always been mine to protect, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“Aggghhhhh!” I scream at the top of my voice when I see a guy sitting topless on my dressing table stool.
“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He stands up and holds out his hand as I scurry up the bed, hitting the headboard with my shoulders and panicking that I have nowhere left to go.
there's something familiar about him.
“Thanks.” I narrow my eyes, still waiting for fear to take hold. But nothing kicks in.
I’ve just woken up with a six-foot-three, tattoo-covered stranger in my apartment and taken the two pills he gave me without question…this
this has serious true crime documentary potential.
How have I become the girl people scream at their TV screens a...
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“What's wrong?” he asks, looking concerned when my eyes start d...
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“I’m just…do I know you from somewhere?” I study the guy harder. I’m sure I’ve seen him before, I...
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“Oh, my god! Did I…Did we?”
“I much prefer to fuck my women while they’re concious,”
“I should leave. Drink plenty of water; if your headache gets worse, call a doctor, and please stay away from dark alleys, you never know who’s lurking.”
something desperate inside me has me calling out.
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
“So let me get this straight.” Katelyn stares across the table at me as if I need to be sectioned.
“You got yourself drunk, and you were heading to a club by yourself?”
“You date a cop five times, he takes you to the best restaurants in town, and you get excited by the half-naked creep who pulled you out of an alley.”
“What can I say, I’m complicated.”
“I just hope that I get to see the guy again. I have no way of contacting him, but he knows where I live. I guess the ball’s in his court.”
“You’re actually being fucking serious, aren’t you?” My best friend looks concerned.
“Katelyn, you weren’t there; you didn’t see him. He was… beautiful, and the feeling I had in my stomach wasn'...
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kinda like what I felt for Lu...
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“I can’t believe I’m saying this to you, but be careful. Stay vigilant, and for heaven's sake, next time you wanna go to the club, you call me.”
It was me who got spooked and ended up choking.
She stops abruptly before she steps through the door, and when she spins on her heels and starts marching straight back toward me, I feel my feet become rooted to the ground.
Her eyes are fixed on mine as she passes through the crowded street, getting closer and looking more determined with each step.