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Not only was Colt a murderer. He was doing it… Dahmer style.
“I- I’m sorry,” I stuttered as the crimson puddle continued to pool beneath my feet. I reached for a paper towel, squatting down to clean up the mess I had just made. I didn’t want to believe what I had just seen, but I knew that I couldn’t continue to lie to myself. There was nothing that could be done to ease my mind.
In an instant, I was upright again, his grip tightening viciously around my arm. The person who was supposed to protect me now had me fearing for my own life as terror seized me. I prayed desperately to anyone who might be listening, begging for this not to be my end.
“You shouldn’t go through things that aren’t yours,” he seethed.
“I was thirsty,” I stumbled over my words, confused about what he was saying. He wanted a life together but didn’t want me going through the fridge?
“I would have gotten you a drink, you should have woke me up,” he lectured. “Now put your phone away and come back to bed.”
“I’m not tired.” I finally found my voice after he let go of me. “How do you expect me to sleep after what I just saw?” I gestured to the fridge.
“I’m sorry,” Colt attempted to apologize without even expressing what for. “You wouldn’t understand.”
I stood there glaring back at him wishing that he would help me at least try to understand. “Sorry, isn’t going to bring those people back to life, Colt.”
“Come back to bed.” Now Colt was the one begging. “Please, sunshine.”
“Stop sunshining me, Colt,” I pushed back with my words, and yet, I still found myself doing as he said, regardless of the warning sirens that were going off in my brain.
What if I’m next?
Was I just another piece in his game, manipulated into falling for him before he… Before he discarded me like the others?
I couldn’t be.
None of that seemed to matter anymore. The man I had started to fall for had now been replaced by the monster standing in front of me. The most terrifying part? I still craved for him to devour me. I yearned for him, even if the worddevournow echoed with a chilling, predatory undertone.
Chapter 21
Astrid
This had to have been the longest night of my life.
I laid there, wrapped in Colt’s arms. My focus remained on steadying my breath so that he would think that I had fallen asleep while I patiently waited for him to fall asleep, too. As soon as I heard him start to snore I knew I had about ten minutes before I could safely escape his grasp and make a run for it.
Just a few more minutes.
Finally, the clock struck three twenty-seven in the morning and I knew it was time to go. I slowly nudged his hand back and wiggled free. Standing up, I quietly tip-toed around to his side of the bed to grab my phone. I paused as the floor-creaked.
Shit.
Colt started to rustle around in the covers and I begged for the universe to not let him catch me. Again.
I paused and waited to make sure that he was still asleep before I booked it out of his house, into the darkness of the woods that surrounded his property.
Fuck.
I had no idea where I was going, nor was I aware of what might be lurking amongst the shadows of the trees. If Colt didn’t kill me, it was possible I would just die out here… Alone. No one would know where I was. At least if I died by his handssomeonewould know.Was I really doing this?Am I really sitting here thinking that maybe it would be better for my boyfriend to kill me?
Why does it always have to be the hot ones that have the issues?
I turned around and noticed that his house was no longer in view and I was finally able to take a moment to breathe.
I looked down at my phone to see the time and realized that I had only been gone for five minutes. I typed in the code and pulled up my map to hopefully navigate my way through the trees back to the main road so I could find my way home.
I must have turned my volume up accidentally because thirty minutes into my escape, my phone began to emit an obnoxious tone and a symbol flashed across the screen. Frantically, I tapped my screen in hopes that I would somehow be able to turn off this flashing symbol.
