"Touch yourself" His voice was a groan, full of command and lust, urging me to do just what he asked for. "W-what?" I repeated struck by his words. "I said...Touch yourself, Madison." Madison's life has gone downhill the past month. From being fired, to breaking up with her boyfriend, to her father's death. She needs...
So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not h...
Esme loves drawing. Her drawings are almost beautiful if one didn't take the time to see the darkest pieces. The things hiding in the shadows. Even she didn't see these dark things until she met Sinth. Granted, every story has its conflicts. But the weird thing about Esme's conflicts is the mere fact that they can't b...