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• MR. X She’s as beautiful as I remember, I thought as I watched her walk out of school with her little friend, who had bright green and black hair.
• I had painted her with so much blood. Hers. Her sister’s. She had shed such beautiful tears as I’d severed the ties that kept her from me. It had been the perfect night until she had acted like an ungrateful brat. I regretted losing my patience with her and punishing her like I had. After some time apart, I’d realized my mistake. I had forgotten th...
• needed her to be branded with bruises from gripping her too hard as I fucked her. I loved leaving evidence of my claim on her body. I could see one of my marks on her inner arm right now. To add more would be the fruit of all my labor.
• Red and blue lights lit up the darkened neighborhood. My cheeks were wet and cold from the nonstop tears that rolled down them. Dried blood covered my hands and knees. Ethan’s hysterical voice as the paramedics had rushed Isabelle out of his house was playing on repeat in my head, drowning out all the noise around me.
• The ambulance had long since rushed off with Ethan trailing it in his own car. Now I was standing in the middle of the street in front of Ethan’s house, staring down the dark road as if I could still see the ambulance and Ethan speeding away.