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Somewhere deep down, I wondered if there was still a way out. A way to claw back the pieces of myself he had stolen. But then I would see him, his eyes watching me with that predatory gleam, and I would remember: there was no escape. Not from him. Not from this. As the night wore on, I found myself alone in a quiet corner, my drink untouched in my hand. The air felt heavy, suffocating, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being swallowed whole. “What’s wrong, my darling?”

He licks his lips as he touches my lower lip with his thumb. I stand there frozen allowing him to continue his assault on me, what is it I feel fear. Complete fear which paralyzes your mind and body. Making me a perfect prey to the predator. HI GUYS NEW BOOK, DO YOU LIKE IT IF SO PLEASE READ AND FOLLOW AND LIKE THEN I'LL CONTINUE WRITING I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR FEEDBACK.

I must have shot Smitty at least three times before realizing the fool was dead. His blood had spattered all over my face and naked body. Surprisingly, I was relieved. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could both consciously and subconsciously move on. The sight of his bloody, lifeless body thrilled me. His once-erect penis humored me. I got off the floor, glancing at what I’d done. I felt a rush unlike anything I’d ever felt. I was experiencing this sense of calm and tranquil peace even though my bleeding rapist lay deceased before me. Like Mama, I wanted to sip champagne and celebrate. I was gleefully dancing around his body while quoting lyrics to one of Prime Theo

Like a predator on a mission. "Enough." I set my glass down hard and headed to the guest wing. The door opened silently. My phone's flashlight swept the room until it caught a book's corner beneath a folded scarf. *Manipulation: Techniques in Dark Psychology, Influence and Persuasion.* Highlighted passages on trust exploitation and emotional leverage. "Light reading, Leonardo?" A car engine's hum signaled their arrival. I replaced the book and reached the main staircase as the front door opened. What I saw froze me mid-step.

**Trigger Warning. This book may contain the following topics that may be sensitive to readers: dubious consent, masochism, drug use, mental illness, mentions of previous assault or abuse, sexual harassment of a main character, kidnapping, abandonment, control, confinement, and attempted crimes. This book is rated 18+ due to content. Never in my life had I considered what it would be like to meet fate. To have what you thought was love turn into harsh realization of manic moments that never seemed to make sense. The haunted memories of my past were always too much for me to handle. The dark ways that my mind played tricks on me, constantly having me look over my shoulder as if waiting for hi

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

I mean, soldo sending me a letter? How did he know I was gonna be the one to pick it first? Clear answer. He's watching me. My uneasiness just multiplies anytime that realization befalls me. We've been watched for so long and I had not a hint. Even the day Hunter was shot. We were being watched then without a clue. I feel like I'm in a temple run game, where those monster's are just watching and waiting for you to fall so they'll grab you. My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and my sight following the sound caught Hunter walking in with a tired look on his face.

It seemed the universe conspired against me, even influencing my choice of reading material—a cruel reminder of what I was desperately trying to escape. With a frustrated growl, I slammed the book shut and sat up, a wave of agitation washing over me. As I headed to the bookshelf in search of a distraction, a sudden knock shattered the silence of the room. Who was it now? "Come in," I muttered absentmindedly, my fingers grazing over the spines of various books until I settled on a thriller. There was no chance this genre would trigger thoughts of him; if anything, it would fuel my imagination with psychotic fantasies of revenge—a thought I’d shamelessly entertain. I would kill him, slowly and