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I smile down at this stupid bitch imagining it’s that cunt he loves.

What would he do if it was her the next time?

Would he see me then?

Would he love me the way I love him?

This is all for him.

Always him.

He’s going to be mine.

He’s going to see me.

Only me.

Chapter Two

I’ve figured it out. She probably didn’t think I would, but I have. Long before, she tried making it pathetically obvious. Fuck, I knew when the second body was discovered by her sloppy handiwork and their connection to me. This bitch needs to be put the fuck down before she touches the wrong person. Before her negligence and obsession leads back to me.

I’ve worked too hard at this.

To her, this is all some sick and twisted game.

The men I’ve tortured and killed earned their violent end.

She’s choosing her victims based on jealousy of the women I’ve slept with. It’s the only reason I haven’t touched the one woman I truly desire.

To protect her from this crazy cunt.

I’ve received her notes. Her unhinged as fuck notes. She thinks I’m falling for her. She’s in for a rude awakening.

I only started noticing her because I could feel it down to my fucking bones that whatever was happening was connected to me and the women I’ve fucked. I’ve done my best to cover both her tracks and mine. Even before she went this far, I knew something was wrong with her. Always knew the creepy girl had a crush on me, but in a million years I wouldn’t have fathomed she’d go this far. Thought she was harmless. Like most of the others.

I know I’m attractive.

That women swoon at my feet.

But none of them are the one for me.

I only have eyes for one woman and one woman only.

It sure as shit isn’t the lunatic targeting anyone I have fucked.

Recently I discovered this bitch has been killing women that I have slept with or look similar to the woman I’m in love with. It all started with the notes. Juvenile love notes. Left on my car. Stuck in my mailbox. Since then they’ve escalated in frequency and have went from wanting to be with me to threatening me. She knows my secret. What I do in the dark when no one is supposed to be watching. She thinks I’m in this for the thrills. That’s not why I kill the scum of this town. I murder sick fucks, not innocent bystanders. The demented fuckers that think they can touch what I claim as mine.

That think they can get a piece of my girl.

I understand what I have to do. For a little while at least, but once I put this bitch down, I’m getting the woman I love. Because she’s mine, and I’ll be fucking damned if someone else touches what’s mine.

I should have staked my claim on her heart, body, and soul a long fucking time ago, but right now, I’m thankful I haven’t. Especially since she’s in danger. Given my profession, I had always assumed that one day she would cross paths with someone dangerous. Statistically, at least. However, I never expected it to be a mentally unstable woman who is obsessed with me.

Soon. I’ll put an end to her and her twisted games.

I just have to find her first.

The psychotic bitch is good at hiding but finding people is what I do.