Josephine’s POV…
I woke to his hands around my throat. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. “You just had to give me a reason. I’m going to enjoy this.” Was the last thing I heard before blacking out. When I came to I was down in his torture room chained to the table.
“Ethan, please. I am sorry for whatever I did.” I begged. He came over to me and looked down at me.
“You should have just stayed out of here princess. Now you have to be punished.” He walked away and I could hear him messing with the tools.
“Ethan think about this you don’t want to hurt me.” He laughed out loud. He came rushing back
Josephine's POV...When I woke I was back in my room. My hand was bandaged and the cabin seemed quite. I pulled the blanket back and saw blood on the sheets. Everything flashed back and then I remembered someone ripping Ethan off of me. Who though? It had to be Dan. Why he stopped him I don't know but I was grateful I wasn't dead.I sat myself up and carefully got out of bed. I was sore all over but I was able to move. I walked over to my bathroom and turned the light on. When I looked in the mirror I saw the bruises. I just shook my head and turned the water on for a bath. The water felt good as I sank myself into the tub.I was trying to gather my thoughts and come up with a way out of this. I let the tears fall as the hopelessness started to set in. I stood a chance of escape when it was just Ethan but now that Dan was involved I wasn't sure if I could get away. I heard a knock o
Two years later..."Come on Joey one more push." Michael was standing next to me as I pushed one more time and our gorgeous boy came into the world. He was perfect in every way. The nurse handed him to me."So what is this little guys name?" She asked. I looked at Michael and he nodded."Brandon Michael Morris." The nurse smiled and then left us to ourselves for a little while. Brandon was my father's name which just felt right when we decided on a name for our son.The aftermath of Ethan and Dan's deaths was nothing to spectacular. No one questioned us on what had happened. The corner had said that they had shot each other which matched with mine and Michael's story. We never said anything else about that night. I saw a therapist for about a year afterwards but I had moved past everything.Michael was still traveling to Seattle for now but rumor has it that Captain White is plan
The bundle was heavy as I carried it down the stairs and out to the garage. I threw it in the trunk and then went back into the house to clean up. I have to start doing this somewhere else I thought to myself as I took down the plastic that hung from the ceiling to the floor. The plastic made a perfect cover and an easy cleanup, but I knew that if I wasn’t careful enough I could fuck up and leave behind evidence that would link me to this. I carefully took the plastic to the car making sure not to drop any blood on the floor. Once everything in the house was clean and it was late enough I drove out to my dumping ground. I looked around to make sure no one was around and then unloaded my latest kill. This one was just like all the rest and fell for my charm so easily. Guess she should have just left with her
Josephine’s POV“Joey!” I heard someone yell from behind me. I turned and saw Tara my best friend running towards me. Tara and I had grown up together and even went to the police academy together. I smiled as she bounced towards me. She had always been a looker. She had very long blonde hair, stood about five-foot-nine, and was very fit. She had what every boy in our high school had wanted. I on the other hand had always been the quiet one. I did
Josephine’s POVThe next day went by quickly as I got all moved into my apartment. I was unpacking my room when my phone dinged. It was a message from Tara.
Ethan’s POVI noticed her the minute I walked into the bar tonight. She was sitting at a table with another man and woman. Her red hair hung down her back with just a slight curl to it at the ends. I took my seat and ordered a drink from the bartender. I watched her and her friends get up and go to what this small bar called a dance floor. She swayed her perfect hips and danced with such grace that it was hard to even think that she was doing this in high as
Josephine’s POVI couldn’t wait to start working. It was Sunday night and Tara and I would start our new jobs tomorrow morning. I sat on my couch watching the local news and waiting for my TV dinner to be done when my phone dinged. I looked at the number and it was one I had never seen.
Ethan’s POV,I left her apartment and I was screaming at myself for not following through with the kill. What was she doing to me? I had her right where I wanted her and I just couldn’t do it. My hand was around her throat and it would have been so easy to finish it but something stopped me. She wasn’t like all the others. She was intelligent and challenged me. Most of the woman I pick are whores and easy to get in the sack but Josephine had turn