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The voice that talks from the other side isn't a man's, it's a mechanical voice that sounds like it's coming from a dysfunctional robot. "Layla Peterson. Original name: Heisha Gill; prime suspect of the FBI for the serial killings in Ellicott City, Scottsville and Wilson. Her targets are typically children from the ages of three to eight. So far, she has ten victims and all of them died by mutilation." I involuntarily gasp at the word 'mutilation'. A serial killer? "Heisha disappeared from Austin a few years ago and had plastic surgery. She settled in Vancouver last year and established the Starkid Kindergarten."

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease. I guess not

His words made my pussy water, but I was never gonna admit it to him. "I don't need your help,just get out!" He stepped closer and slid his hands under my shorts. His fingers found my pussy wet before rubbing it in circles. A soft moan slipped out of me before I could top it. He chuckled, clearly pleased. Why was I so horny lately? Henry and I fucked everyday, yet I still felt this ache. Zane kept his torture while his tongue licked along my neck. "Tell me you want me, tell me you want me to fuck you..."