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OPEN SECRET by AngelG1619

”I Kidnapped Dahlia, ” Kevin deadpans. His confession shocks Clarice who never saw it coming. She was surprised at how casually he could utter something so serious.

”Shocked?” he walks around the table then stands in front of Clarice.

”I couldn't sit back and watch Adam have her, could I?”

Why was he telling her all this? Clarice wonders. Deep down she knew that this was not going to end well for her.

”She looked so beautiful on her wedding day, all dressed up and looking like an angel.”

He looked as though he was in a trance. His eyes were fixated in front of him.

Too terrified to say a word, Clarice keeps quiet. Kevin explained how he staged the attack on the church, and how he took Dahlia from the bridal car.

”That night was the best night of my life, I got to have the woman if my dreams.”

Clarice knew immediately that he had forced himself on Dahlia. Dahlia would never betray Adam.

”You bastard! How could you do that to Dahlia? She had done nothing to you.”

Kevin smiles at her outburst. He always loved pushing her buttons.

”She loved another man. What I took from her was nothing compared to the hurt she caused me.”

Clarice felt nothing but disgust for the man who Dahlia and her called best friend. Who would have thought that their best friend would one day turn into this psychopath?

”Dahlia trusted you. How could you hurt her so much? You killed the man she loved all because of your selfish desires.”

Kelvin frowns.

Was it selfish to want something all to yourself?

”Dahlia has always been mine, I won't let anyone take her from me.” 

He opens the cabinet and brings out an object. On recognizing the object, Clarice darts to the door. She grabs the handle and tries to open the door, however, it was locked.

She turns back to Kevin, silently pleading with her eyes.    

”I am telling you this because you won't be able to tell anyone else.” With that said, he shoots her.

BUGGED SPACE by bleedingpenwriter

He stood in the dark, his hoodie shielding his face from being seen. The street was dark and empty, he stood in the corner, –the perfect spot– waiting patiently. He was always patient, he had to be, it wasn't an option.

The side of his lips lifted up slightly into a crooked smile, a target was approaching. It wasn't just a target, it was the perfect target. A young lady.

He stalked for a while and when she was close enough, he grabbed her neck, wrapped his arms tightly around it and spun her around, strangling her as she struggled against him. He suddenly stopped, releasing his hold.

"Amelia?"

She turned around. "Mark?" She gasped "what the fuck? Why are you trying to kill me?"

"Because I didn't know it was you?" He shrugged.

What difference would it make, anyways? Amelia was just a co-worker, it wouldn't matter if she was dead or alive, right?

" What? Why're you even trying to kill any one?" She inquired and he sighed.

"I always have the desire to inflict pain on others and others to inflict pain on me. I like anything that hurts, in general. The desire to inflict pain, that is all, that is the uppermost and my main targets are women and children, –obviously."

Her face scrunched up in disgust. " You are messed up." She spat.

He smiled. "I'm only telling you this because you won't be able to tell anyone else."

She didn't have time to react to his words before he twisted her neck, a little pop was heard. Somehow, the pop sound thrills him. He enjoys hipping victims' heads off their body and holding their hair, while the head dangles as he leaves the body sitting there on the ground. And that was exactly what he was doing to Amelia right now.

He grinned. "This always gets me, if this isn't fun, I don't know what is."

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