The foul smell invading her nose again, she frowned, internally gagging. Following the scent, she covered her nose, approaching the basement door.
Twisting the knob, she pushed it open, the smell becoming stronger, and she had to physically stop herself from throwing up.
She flipped the light switch on, before her eyes widened, screaming at the sight in front of her, a dead girl's body tied to a table, a puddle of blood on the floor with her face severely bashed in.
Nylah backed up in fear, bumping into a hard chest, and her heart dropped.
"Y-y-you k-oh my god it's you. You're the k-." Her heart raced, tears brimming in her eyes at the realization.
"Nylah I-." He reached to touch her, and she flinched, backing herself into the wall, avoiding his gaze as she cried.
"Don't fucking touch me! You k-oh my god it's you. Oh my god." She covered her face, sobbing into her hands.
"I'm sorry Symani." He mumbled, his arms wrapped around her as she fought in his grip.
"You're fucking crazy! Get the fuck off of me. Let me go!" She cried, pushing down on his arms, trying to remove them from around her body.
She literally felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe her eyes, nor that fact that it was him. The one who'd killed all of those girls-it was him.
"I'm not crazy. Please stop fighting me Nylah. Stop." He held her tighter, but that didn't stop her from trying her hardest to free herself.
"All of those g-oh my god. It was so many Kentrell. You k-oh fuck." She groaned, before leaning over and throwing up, tears falling from her eyes.
She couldn't-like literally could not process the connection she'd just made. All of those girls who resembled her, did that mean that he wished that it was her who he'd killed instead of them?
Why would he go out of his way to find girls that resembled her in a way, and kill them? She recalled seeing over twenty girls just within the last month. There was no telling how many he'd killed in total.
"I'm sorry Mani. Baby look at me." He mumbled, grabbing her face as she sobbed, wiping her mouth.
She was so afraid at this moment, afraid of the man that she loved, standing in front of her as if he hadn't killed all of those girls-and probably many others.
"Oh my god I c-let me go. Please please get off of me. Please." She cried, not able to stand the thought of even being around him right now.
"No baby. I'm sorry." He buried his face in her neck, holding her tight and lowly sighing as his jaw clenched.
He was upset with himself for leaving the mess of the girl he'd killed yesterday. He never did that, he was too high to function, and then after doing it, he got even higher and forgot all about her being down here.
"All of these girls. Oh my god you are sick. Get off of me!" She pushed hard at his shoulders, trying to separate her body from his.
"Nylah I'm s-." He started, being cut off as she slapped him hard across his face, and his jaw clenched.
Unintentionally, he slammed her by her neck against the wall, the forceful impact to her head making her pass out.
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Nylah's eyes slowly fluttered open, groaning at the soft headache she felt from the back of her head, letting her eyes adjust to the room.
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