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I’m too stupid to run, even when the man, the murderer, takes a step closer to me, crossing Brett’s body like it’s just another obstacle on the ground.
“Maybe I was just jealous that someone else was touching the gorgeous girl I’d been coming out here to watch all summer.”
“Yes, you are, sweet little bunny. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good little girl for me.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “How stupid of them. But can you blame them? I doubt any of them have ever had to bushwhack their way through a jungle with a machete.”
“You’re mine, aren’t you? That means you’re not ‘nothing.’”
“Me in her apartment, telling her I’ve decided to never let her out of my snare.”
Wren is a monster, but more importantly, he’s mine. My serial killer, my monster.
