I never meant to be here: tied up in bed next to a serial killer.
When I followed her home, I was just playing Nancy Drew. Trying to find out her secret. Her kiss was intoxicating, and I thought she was harmless.
I was wrong.
Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.
Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.
Soon, I started begging to be hers.
*Warning- Adult Content*
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