s. "And now you're here; I'm never letting you go." The realization that my life has been monitored since I was sevent

eel bad for you. If it hasn't occurred to your sick

oul, and your fucking life belongs to me." He trailed the knife from my neck down my chest slowly. I leaned more towards the wa

k at him; it felt like a doll trying to

could swear he was smiling. "Eventually." I screamed hard and unex

felt my blood from where the knife had pierced my skin roll

was humanly possible. "And don't you dare scream or do anything stupid. I would only like to give you one scar,

king; my head was spinning. Was he going to sexually violate me? Was he going to kill me? He didn'

d licking it, like he was trying to ease the pain. His hand slid up my bra;

ld tell that the thing that

rumbled through my entire body like an electric shock. Fr

t tell... I... I won't say a word

hard enough to stop me from talking, soft enough to not hurt. His other hand dropped

scream; he'd kill me if I did. God no, I

h, I didn't. I just kept sobbing; my tears touchin

ame out as a mumble in

hs a bit, he didn't say anything, but I guessed he was pleased. Of course, he'd be pleased. His hand

Goosebumps were on my skin again as he played with the slit of my clitoris before pulling his hand out. I stare

paring myself for the worst. He was a serial killer and a stalker; what's the worst that can happen?

KN

ng off the blood on the knife before turning backward to face the half-dying man tied to the

know you were in thi

rom him as he closed his eyes trying to endure the pain. His pinky finger was on the ground, cut out from his

think it's right to use kids for your stupid sex trafficking business!" I walked around the cha

his face had turned red. "You kill too!! We know you,

pt up my throat. "You can kill whoever; you can do whatever you want, but kids? Girls w

eat. What's the difference between you and I? You torture us like yo

on being either. I'll own up to my doings any

you stalk that girl? Charlotte Dawson?"

waited for eight years? I'd be willing to wait for fifty years more until I'm

at I'm not to please her. I'd rather show her exactly what I am

y people will come

breath in this world, I won't stop till all of you are six feet under." I im

nife; I left it in his eyes and walked away from his chair.

Them

but it was obvious the screams couldn't be heard. He was far away from hum

cted blood on my ground." I ended the call before wa

eep inside the woods, like a small cabin; away from prying eyes. Every

t dangerous way possible. Ironic maybe, I'm saving children and girls from being sexually trafficked, bu