After My Sister's Murder, I Went Mad
He wondered what he had done so wrong.
He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me.
I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three.
“Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”