She didn't believe me.
She betrayed me.
I would show her.
I would prove to her I meant it.
And I knew just how.
He was coming out of his apartment when I grabbed him. He struggled but the syringe I stabbed into his neck put a quick stop to that.
I took him to the cabin I'd prepared for her. It was still barren, not quite ready, but perfect for this. I tied his limp body to a kitchen chair, tightening the ropes so hard I knew they'd burn.
Then I waited.
He finally woke up a few hours later, groggy and disoriented. His eyes drifted around the room before finding me, lounging in a chair across from him. His brows furrowed.
"What the hell, man? What's going on?"
I stood up slowly and pulled out a large hunting knife from my belt.
"I have to be honest with you. I've never done this before." I chuckled. "It's kind of thrilling, don't you think?"
Fear flickered through his eyes. "What are you doing?! You know me--please--"
He screamed as the knife slashed across his chest. I grinned.
"God, that feels so much better than I thought it would."
He was crying now and I relished in it. His tears added to the beautiful symphony that was his pain.
"Please--stop--why are you doing this--please--"
"You know why." I snarled and slashed at him again.
His screams echoed into the night long after he'd fallen unconscious from the pain.
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Stalking Kasey
Mystery / ThrillerStalkers, murder, and lies. He was coming. I was terrified. I heard the doorknob turn and my heart dropped to my stomach. He was here. He entered my apartment. Casually, like he'd been there a million times before, and maybe he had. He wore blac...
