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serial-killeresque?
Abby stepped one barefoot out and then the other. She could do this. Just a few more feet, and she’d be at that other door. Hopefully it would lead to the outdoors so she could run. Where? She had no idea, but it had to be better than this.
She got to about three feet from the door when someone reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” a deep voice asked as she thrashed, trying to get away from him.
Her heartbeat sped up, and tears filled her eyes.
Damn it.
She’d been so close. So freaking close.
The man pulled her back into the room and threw her to the ground. Pain ricocheted up her side when she landed funny, and she scurried back to the wall so she could put distance between her and the man who’d fill her nightmares for years to come.
That is, if she even had years to come.
“Who…who are you?” she asked, her voice a little too shaky for her own good.
Her dress had ridden up so she was sure she was flashing the guy, and she tried to pull it down. She needed at least some dignity—even if it seemed false in every way possible.
The man looked down at her with his dark eyes and brushed his even darker hair away from his face. If he hadn’t had the expression of someone who was about to kill her, she may have even said he was handsome with those strong cheekbones and masculine jaw. But, the feeling of death seeping off of him and that tired fallen-from-grace look didn’t appeal to her.
No, the hunky sheriff who probably hadn’t even known she’d gone missing was what appealed to her.
Good going, Abigail .
“My name is Aeneas,” the man finally answered. He said it so quickly that it rolled off his tongue as if he’d spoken in an ancient language.
Very, very odd.
Great, now she knew his name. But, how did that help her?
“I regret I had to take you like that, but plans had changed, so I had to make sure you were easy and reliable,” he said as he turned his back to her to close—and lock—the door, trapping himself inside with her.
Or should that be, her trapped with him ?
“What are you talking about?” she asked. The man made no sense. But really, should a killer-kidnapper, or whatever the hell he was, make sense?
Why couldn’t she just be at home packing to leave?
“Ah, I see I’ve started from the middle when you’ve probably wanted me to start from the beginning. But, you see, that would take far too long for what I have planned for you.”
Planned?
Oh, God, that didn’t sound good. Not in any sense of the word.
“I see the fear in your eyes, Abigail. But, fear not, I’m not going to kill you.”
Relief spread through her for an instant before the foreboding crept in with the spindly tendrils of awareness.
There were things worse than being killed.
Far worse.
“I’m not going to rape you either,” he said, even as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen from the chignon he’d fashioned for her.
“Good to know,” she blurted out, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.
Great, antagonize the crazy man. Wasn’t that rule number seven or something of things not to do when kidnapped by an insane person? Or maybe it was number one. Whatever number it was, it ranked right up there with not running up the stairs from the crazy knife-wielding killer, and Abby wasn’t doing so well at the moment.
Aeneas smiled, showing his full set of very white teeth. Though they didn’t look like sharp fangs, she could just imagine them morphing into those before devouring her flesh.
Oh, that’s just great. Add another nightmare onto the living one she couldn’t escape from.
“Good for you. You should say what’s on your mind, darling. Hiding from yourself, as well as the town, for so long didn’t really do anything for you, did it? I mean, all those toys you have in your nightstand drawer were for naught, weren’t they?”
Abby’s eyes widened, and she swallowed the bile that had
Abby stepped one barefoot out and then the other. She could do this. Just a few more feet, and she’d be at that other door. Hopefully it would lead to the outdoors so she could run. Where? She had no idea, but it had to be better than this.
She got to about three feet from the door when someone reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” a deep voice asked as she thrashed, trying to get away from him.
Her heartbeat sped up, and tears filled her eyes.
Damn it.
She’d been so close. So freaking close.
The man pulled her back into the room and threw her to the ground. Pain ricocheted up her side when she landed funny, and she scurried back to the wall so she could put distance between her and the man who’d fill her nightmares for years to come.
That is, if she even had years to come.
“Who…who are you?” she asked, her voice a little too shaky for her own good.
Her dress had ridden up so she was sure she was flashing the guy, and she tried to pull it down. She needed at least some dignity—even if it seemed false in every way possible.
The man looked down at her with his dark eyes and brushed his even darker hair away from his face. If he hadn’t had the expression of someone who was about to kill her, she may have even said he was handsome with those strong cheekbones and masculine jaw. But, the feeling of death seeping off of him and that tired fallen-from-grace look didn’t appeal to her.
No, the hunky sheriff who probably hadn’t even known she’d gone missing was what appealed to her.
Good going, Abigail .
“My name is Aeneas,” the man finally answered. He said it so quickly that it rolled off his tongue as if he’d spoken in an ancient language.
Very, very odd.
Great, now she knew his name. But, how did that help her?
“I regret I had to take you like that, but plans had changed, so I had to make sure you were easy and reliable,” he said as he turned his back to her to close—and lock—the door, trapping himself inside with her.
Or should that be, her trapped with him ?
“What are you talking about?” she asked. The man made no sense. But really, should a killer-kidnapper, or whatever the hell he was, make sense?
Why couldn’t she just be at home packing to leave?
“Ah, I see I’ve started from the middle when you’ve probably wanted me to start from the beginning. But, you see, that would take far too long for what I have planned for you.”
Planned?
Oh, God, that didn’t sound good. Not in any sense of the word.
“I see the fear in your eyes, Abigail. But, fear not, I’m not going to kill you.”
Relief spread through her for an instant before the foreboding crept in with the spindly tendrils of awareness.
There were things worse than being killed.
Far worse.
“I’m not going to rape you either,” he said, even as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen from the chignon he’d fashioned for her.
“Good to know,” she blurted out, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.
Great, antagonize the crazy man. Wasn’t that rule number seven or something of things not to do when kidnapped by an insane person? Or maybe it was number one. Whatever number it was, it ranked right up there with not running up the stairs from the crazy knife-wielding killer, and Abby wasn’t doing so well at the moment.
Aeneas smiled, showing his full set of very white teeth. Though they didn’t look like sharp fangs, she could just imagine them morphing into those before devouring her flesh.
Oh, that’s just great. Add another nightmare onto the living one she couldn’t escape from.
“Good for you. You should say what’s on your mind, darling. Hiding from yourself, as well as the town, for so long didn’t really do anything for you, did it? I mean, all those toys you have in your nightstand drawer were for naught, weren’t they?”
Abby’s eyes widened, and she swallowed the bile that had
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