She trembled with a blanket over her. It was all her fault. How could she have caused this?
The things that came with that terrible yellow rose. It was so terrible.
She cried while remembering what happened:
She curiously opened the box. She vomited when she saw what was inside. Two severed fingers.
It was horrible. She knew he was back.
She saw a note and several pictures had come with the fingers.
The note read:
"I never wanted to hurt you. But I had no choice. I promised you what was to come if you ever went to the police. I had no choice. I'm sorry."
The pictures made her even more shocked than she already was. In the photos were her parents. The first one was of the two tied up.
The second was after her father was killed. He was barely recognizable. His body mutilated. His finger severed.
Her mother was much the same. Mutilated and one finger severed.
The third was of her dog. It sickened her. He had cooked her dog. He chopped off its head and boiled it. She was mortified when she saw a picture of her dog--half eaten.
The sick bastard had sent her her own parents' fingers and a picture of her dog that became his dinner with a now not-so-innocent yellow rose.
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100 Yellow Roses
Short Story*Completed/editing* He's obsessed, she's scared. Sent 100 yellow roses to profess his love, or rather, his infatuation.... The wrong kind of love. *Awesome cover by @mayliemerlin Highest rank: #69 in Short Story
