He waits. His body is still, but inside, he is rampaging. Ravenous. His eyes move constantly, watching for her, and his only other movement, almost imperceptible, is a slight pulsing of his knee as it quickly moves ever so slightly up and down. It’s all his mind can allow. She can’t know what is hiding…
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This is the final chapter to my Dark Side story, still untitled. If you would like to start at the beginning, please first read here and then here and then here. It has been a while since my last instalment but I wrote three different endings on my flight home this week and this is kind…
Read MoreMike crumpled, dropping the phone to the ground. His heart was breaking and his mind was racing all at once. He studied the bedroom – window open, big muddy footprints on the pale carpet intermingled with the blood spatter there and on the bedpost. So much blood. He just knew in his heart that his…
Read MoreAs most of you know, I’m in the process of selling my home and moving from Brisbane to Melbourne – you can read about that here. Things are progressing quite quickly now and I will write about that all very soon. I’ve been away from blogging while sorting out my place and continuing my full…
Read MoreShe stood in line in the hotel lobby, waiting to check in. It had been a long day, having left home at 5am and then working all day. Finally, she could see that it would soon be time for her to relax. Taking her room key, she made her way to the elevators, noticing the…
Read MoreHer heart sank. The door wouldn’t open. She twisted the knob wildly, hoping it would just open and let her out of here. She almost crumbled when she suddenly remembered the keys. Maybe one would fit?! She reached down to get them before realizing she had left them in the lock on her chains. She sprinted…
Read MoreShe waited for hours. And hours. She tried to force herself to stay awake but her eyes kept shutting and her head was nodding. Each time she awoke, her eyes darted to see the table on the other side of the room to see if he was still there. She knew that he occasionally left…
Read More“So how do you want to handle this?” Mike was tired. This was the third woman they’d found. Beaten, filthy, with ligature marks from being chained. And always with their throat savagely cut. It was a tough case. He had a sister about the same age as these girls and he hated to think it,…
Read MoreShe squealed, laughing, as he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. As he leaned in to kiss her neck, she let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this safe and she couldn’t imagine living her life without him. She couldn’t wait until…
Read MoreThe smell hit him first. That sweet and sour smell of death. And flesh. It was unusual for a city train to smell like this. He could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He sighed and made a tent with his shirt over his nose and breathed in his own…
Read MoreShe slowly awoke. How long has she been out? What the hell had he done to her this time? She stilled her body, afraid of alerting him to her wakefulness. She worked at calming her breathing as she very cautiously opened her eyes to slits to survey the room as best she could from her…
Read MoreThe first thing that registered was the dry metallic taste. A singularly unpleasant but not unfamiliar sensation. And then the cold – she realised that she was in her underwear and a t-shirt, how she usually slept, but she felt a gritty dampness beneath her side. She heard herself moaning as she tried to lift her…
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