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* Lauren g!p Give it a chance! It's a great story! Converted! All Rights go to Author.