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UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox
by morning.
black paisley, got rid of the tragic gold curtains, replaced them with red ones, and updated the couches to red leather.
This room is a glass box. The ceiling, the walls, everywhere around us is one big window. It’s also the best spot to be in. It overlooks the cliff edge, the waters glittering beneath the moonlight.
“I think you should strip off your clothes and show me that sexy little body of yours. Then I want you to lie down, spread your legs, and let me clean up the mess you made.”
But now, silver is invading his hair, and wrinkles line the edges of his eyes and mouth. He looks aged and weathered, and over the years, I’ve watched his eyes grow dull and tired.
Archibald Talaverra is a fucking psychopath.
He beat his ex-wife to a bloody pulp on several occasions and made her life a living hell when she finally decided to divorce his ass.
Doesn’t matter that I’ve destroyed all evidence of her police reports.
I crack my neck, storm over to the front door, and bang my fist into the wood as hard as I can. I pour all my anger into it, not giving a fuck if I crack the wood beneath my fist.
But it doesn’t mean I didn’t cut out his tongue for the names he called her.
I ran him out of town and forbade him from contacting her again.
He looks over and sees a dead Josh lying on the other table.
I got the information I needed from Josh. Their process for extracting girls, names of some of the mules, and the name of who Josh reports to. Turns out the guy is in Ohio, so I’m letting one of the other mercenaries handle him.
His mother always called him Archie. Up until she died of breast cancer when he was ten years old.
He raised his children to be cold and ruthless, and Archie here never let anyone call him by his mother’s nickname without stabbing them.
Severed hands are in the box, just like I feared.
That man is CRAZYY!!!!!
“Look, the Talaverra's were bad people. Arch wasn’t the only one with a bad history. Connor had rape allegations against him, and their father must’ve taught them how to rape and beat a woman because his rap sheet… even worse.”
Gigi having died on May 20th, 1946.
But on the very last page, her last words are: he came for me.
A page has been ripped out of the diary.
the sickening smell of her Chanel perfume lingering in my nostrils, I decided I didn’t want to move.
Mommy issues much
“We need to figure out who Ronaldo
“He had a scar on his hand,”
“And wore a gold ring.”
He’s tall—very tall, but not bulky. Even beneath his clothing, I can tell his body is fucking lethal. Lean, but packed with muscle. His hoodie clings to his body, showing off his broad shoulders, thick arms, and trimmed waist.
His hand looks big enough to cover the entirety of my face. Or wrap around my neck.
It’s not until I see him flick a lighter, defining his impossibly sharp jawline and a cigarette sticking out from his mouth. He lights the cigarette, and then the flame goes out, leaving nothing but his moonlit silhouette and a blaring cherry.
storm to my door, unlock it and whip it open.
except lick his lips at me like he plans to feast on me.
Eat yo ass up!!
Waiting for him to break in again, and this time, come into my room while I’m sleeping.
“A master manipulator.”
“Because I manipulate people’s emotions with my words
“You’re also a great liar.
UNKNOWN: You didn’t like my flowers?
PSYCHO!!!!
Because if they don’t look, then they can go back to their normal lives and live on as if there aren't thousands of people out here dying every day.
Mark Williams, Brad Foreman, Jack Baird, and Robert Walker.
Those videos are what drove me to create Z five years ago.
Finding myself on the dark web and stumbling upon those videos was by accident. But it changed my fucking life.
More than anything, I’d love to feel my little mouse’s hands working out the near permanent knots in my neck and shoulders. But it’ll be a little while before she agrees to that.
Cause you crazy!!!
Two of my employees installed security systems throughout her house, unknowingly to keep their boss out. I basically invented these systems, so I’m more than capable of disarming them with a click of my phone. In the beginning, I just picked her locks to get in, then reverse-picked them after I left.
Taking another swallow of whiskey, I twirl a red rose between my thumb and forefinger, a drop of blood pooling from where the thorn pricked me.
roll the rose harder through my fingers—faster. The sharp thorns slice through my flesh. The small amount of pain offers me a semblance of release.
Emo much?
woman in a white dress with black curls. I didn’t see her face, but there’s a distinct feeling that it was Gigi.
It’s a platform, and deep in the hole looks like two pieces of crinkled paper.
I can’t stop the sharp thrill that I get every time I push back.
The last thing I want to be is hunted.
The sequel
but hopefully, he’s too obsessed with me to leak them.
Mom sent me to therapy specifically for my fascination with gory horror movies. She thought I was a psychopath. And really, I just get off on being scared.
I have a dreadful feeling that even though I’m coming to find him, he’s going to find me first.
