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said the veiny-eyed man, his pupils dilating with lust, as he eyed me up and down with a predatory regard, that caused bile to swim and churn inside of my stomach and my throat. I suddenly felt numb, and overtaken by fear, clutching my body in terror, just hoping that they wouldn't do what I thought they were going to do. Just hoping that they wouldn't rape me. My lungs constricted with paranoia... Tears streaming down my face, as the bucket fell from my hands to the floor because of how much I had been convulsing. Now, I had no water for my daughter... I let out a blood-curdling scream, knowing that I needed to get away, and I needed to get away fast.

The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies. My victims are chosen with precision. There’s no randomness to it, no impulsive picks. Most of the time, I don’t even need to touch them. The true thrill comes from the psychological torment. Watching them unravel, seeing the fear in their eyes when they notice the small, seemingly innocent changes in their home. That coffee cup moved slightly. The window that wasn’t open yesterday, but now is. The sense of being watched without proof—it’s better than any physical violence.

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

I willingly shot myself in the foot when I not only tried to run away from him but also kept a secret—a secret that would ultimately push him to reach for the gun in his nightstand drawer and finish me off. But I’m not thinking about that when he is occupied looking at me with those intense, dark eyes of his, like he knows something I don’t. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, because if there’s even a teeny chance he can read my thoughts, I’m in deep trouble. No matter how many excuses I come up with to convince myself that what I did was the right thing. At least, in that moment, it was.

June places beside her her earlier and took a sip before turning to the next page of the book she was reading. The book was a psychological thriller and it had hints of mystery in it. Whilst she read, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she had reached a cliffhanger. Hailey normally detested cliffhanger especially when the book was still ongoing however the book in her hand was quite an interesting one so she was willing to read carefully and wait for the next chapter. She put a bookmark in the book and stood io from the rocking chair she was relaxing on, slipping her feet into the pair of lounge slippers she brought and walked out of the lounge. She needed to use the restroom.

Which leaves me with way too much free time to sip endless cups of tea and drown in Erotic fictional universes. This morning, I’m hiding behind my latest obsession: a paranormal thriller where the heroine has both a death wish and a vampire problem. Every page is a rabbit hole I can’t crawl back out of. “One more chapter,” I mutter, sipping lukewarm Earl Grey. The sigh that follows could win an Olympic medal for dramatic despair. I’ve said one more chapter five times now. My cup is empty. My brain is buzzing. Meanwhile, Aivra’s mechanical voice chirps beside me, every syllable clipped and precise:

But before that, I needed to start formulating a plan on how to begin. I spent the rest of the day reading in my room. I had picked up a book written by one of my favorite authors in the thriller genre, Freida McFadden, titled "The Inmate." I had read enough of her books to know that this one would be another hit. I was halfway through the book when I heard a door open. Not even a minute later, mine opened, and I saw Kiara at the door. She looked panicked, and I immediately dropped the book on the bed, got up, and walked up to her.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.