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I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

"You know, blow each other. It'll be better than jerking off again. Don't tell me you won't be rubbing one out tonight either." "Are you serious, Jeff?" "I'm dead serious. No one has to know." I didn't know if he was messing with me and I figured I'd call his bluff so I said, "Okay, you go first." Jeff replied, "Okay, whip it out but if you don't do me, I'll kill you."

Pulling it out halfway, a slip of paper fluttered to the rug. Jeffrey crouched, reaching for it. It wasn’t a document. It was a photograph. A much younger version of himself, barely older than a toddler, he sat on the lap of a young man. Beside them, a beautiful woman leaned in, her laughter caught mid-bloom. They looked… happy. All three of them. The young man’s arm was curled protectively around him, his smile easy and warm. But it was the man’s face that made Jeffrey’s stomach turn.

Her eyes caught sight of the mark on his chest, her eyes squinted briefly at the mark before she forcefully looked away. Jeffery threw his head to the back, his teeth gritting as he struggled, his body was completely bare and his nudity was in the hands of the woman he hated! "Just a little while...." Queen Isle says cheekily, grabbing the rod in the fire as she lifts it. "....you will feel this rod on your erection," she added. "Please, don't do it! Please, don't do it!" Jeffery growls, he couldn't help but beg. He fears for his life, he doesn't have to die now that he wishes to revenge for his dead wife and child!

He slid a thick white envelope across the desk, arching an eyebrow when she held her position, reluctant to get closer to her captive. Andrea approached the desk, slowly - monitoring his every move, unwilling to accept his peaceful nature – and snatched up the envelope. The documents spilled out across the desk and before she could control it, the desk under her grip was shaking from the deep growls residing from within her chest. Bodies in a sea of blood, was what lay within those pictures. Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie.

The whisper tore from his throat, thin and broken. The basement was not a basement. One wall was a shrine to violence…knives, axes, a crossbow, all polished to a gleam and displayed under small, careful lights like precious artifacts. But the other side… the other side was hell. Photographs, dozens of them…Pinned to a massive corkboard. Men and women, their eyes wide with a terror so raw Ian could feel it in his own gut. Some faces he recognized from news reports about the Trunk Killer. Others were strangers, their final moments captured forever.

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

They became the source of my happiness because I know, soon they will beg for their life that is going to take by my hands. *** I came to the school happy knowing the news I got earlier, that Jen is now already in jail. I am humming a song and happily motioning my hands in the air, the reason for my fellow schoolmates to look at me like I am crazy. Yes, people! I am a crazy killer. I entered our class with a smile. I saw the sadness in their faces. Maybe about the news. They should be happy, tho. I just rolled my eyes at them even if no one is looking at me when I did that. My poor classmates! They seem too problematic about what is happening.

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.

then she excitedly shows my solo pictures. “And the two of you look great together,” she even adds. I shyly peek at the picture and somehow, I totally agree with him. Jeff is indeed good-looking, and his height is suitable for a tall girl like me. He also looks ravishing in his suit. I clear my throat, and snatch one of our pictures that look like we are almost kissing, “I’m going to keep this, you keep that one,” I demand. Jeff shyly accepts it, “Oh, my pleasure,” he answers shortly and I see him stare at the picture and smile at it.