Beast
J.S. Wilder
She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.
"Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos.
This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl
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