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If this were a fantasy, I'd be over theI want in an iht even have billions in the bank He has all the sexiest Bs that I can think of, but

This is real life

Real

And that's why all of those Bs only make me feel like I'm about to implode

I used to find it ridiculous how the dialogues of nameless extras in slasher h and roll s like 'whythis' I used to be such a horrible snob when it cothe exact sa

"Why me?"

"Because it can only be you"

He says it in a way that it's al profound in his words, but all itimpossibly cruel "Why does it have to be only me that you want to hurt? You don't even—-"

"I never said anything like that—-"

"But you said that you're going to punish me—-"

"And I will," he agrees "But did I say anything about hurting you?"

I stare at hirohen he suddenly stands up I watch him walk away, and I'ht at 5’4 is decent, but hi a foot taller (at least) makes me feel puny He bends down to take a bottle of water out of the fridge, and I notice belatedly that he's ditched the field jacket I saw hi earlier All he has now is a thin cotton shirt and a snug pair of deni from the open doorway behind him is more warm than icy, and it tells me for certain that we are far, far away from Ivy Creek, New Jersey

My gaze strays back to Mr Sinister, who's now pouring fresh sparkling water into a crystal goblet

Will you look at that, Sara?

A kidnapper with manners

He takes a seat beside e to inch away, not wanting to unnecessarily antagonize him

"This ht help settle your nerves"

I don't think it will, but I just nod He insists on slowly guiding the goblet to my lips, and the first sip rily after that, but when he asks lass, thirst is not what makes me want to say yes

The truth is, I'd beis better than getting tortured Or murdered

Mr Sinister sits even closer to lass He lets me drink on my own afterwards, but when I' a drop of water from the corner of h and callused, and it makes me feel hot and cold all at the same time