***FREE STORY*** Dark erotic one shot of Paul Spector and Katie Benedetto, teenage babysitter of Olivia and Liam Spector. Paul, loving father, husband and grief counsellor by day and serial killer by night has evaded the PSNI and Metropolitan Police...
A/N The TV drama this fanfic is based on has images that shock, revolt yet entice and lure viewers into the moral paradox. *Trigger warning* Moral ambiguity, sexual and violent content, read on at your own discretion... AS xoxo
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Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Katie lies stark naked and motionless against fluffy pillows. She's under a lilac patterned duvet, her breathing, body temperature and heart beat decreasing.
When high pitched ringing penetrates the opaque silence of her bedroom, Katie's brain that's emitting theta waves switches back to alpha waves. Heavy eyelids and dark lashes flutter open to reveal soft brown eyes. Sitting up, she taps the laptop screen to accept Paul's incoming Skype call.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
"Have you had a good evening?" The deep timbres of Paul's husky voice makes Katie's heart skip a beat. She could listen and watch Paul for hours.
"Yes. How was your evening?" She mutes the excitement building inside of her.
"Illuminating," he says conspiratorially. "How did you find taunting the police?"
The hair on Katie's arms rise and goose bumps bubble on her skin. She recalls pushing the refuse bin against the garden wall, hoisting herself on it then scrambling over to the other side. She felt around under a pale clay flower pot for the back door key. In the house, Katie's hand was shaking so hard the flash from her torch cast dancing shadows on the walls inside the familiar house that was oddly deserted. Haunted.
