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Alyn could hear the faint sounds of humming as she slowly tried to pull herself back into the world. The humming continued to get louder the more she was coming to reality. Her vision blurred. She could see a form, in all black, with a pale white face and arms, blurred and out of distortion. All the while she cold not see, her other senses worked at alarming rates. Her nose smelt the soft scent of mens cologne, It was a sweet smell, but because her mind new where she was, it translated to putrid and horrifying. Her ears still heard the humming, the voice was a calm voice, almost sounding amused as it stared at her. She heard the figure of a man get up and begin long strides in her direction.

She wanted to yell at it to stop, but realized her mouth was blockaded and could not open and form words. She wanted to move the foreign object away from her mouth but found her hands tied together. She was tied to a metal chair. the pale ivory fave began getting closer, and closer. She felt as if there was no more space between them, but he found more. She felt his breath on her face. It smelt like he had eaten an entire ashtray for dinner. Then the voice spoke so soft to her, so kindly.

"Alyn, oh Alyn, are you awake my dear?" Her eyes slowly began fixating on this person speaking to her. Her eyes came into focus finally, to find a pair of vacant golden eyes staring into her full of fear blue oceans. She began to attempt to make words but the tape on her mouth prevented them.
"Oh, well I will just take that off for you my sweet." He made one quick motion that tore the tape off of her mouth, and made the blood rush to the surface of her skin, making the same shape as the tape, where it had been.
"HELP, HELP! HE-" She was cut off by a large hand covering her mouth, Her eyes came into view of a small paring knife, the kind they said killed Ray, the kind they said killed alot of his victims.
"Alyn, play nice, or it will only get worse for you. I would hate to have to cut your pretty face." He began to caress her cheeks. She shut her eyes wishing that if there was a god, he would take her away, far away from where she was.
"Sorry..." that was the first thing out of her mouth, to her she felt pitiful apologizing to such a scum bag.
" I do admit, you are more beautiful up close. He shot her seductive eyes. She wondered why he looked so young. He must have been in his thirties, which makes him in his twenties when he committed those murders. This man might be eight years older but did not look like it. He didn't even look capable of murdering anyone, but, they mostly don't. The only thing murderous about him, appearance wise were his eyes. It was no wonder all these women went to him willingly, he could pull them right in.


She stopped herself from looking at his eyes. She was scared worried, tired, and awake all at the same time. Her stomach churned with worry and fear.
"Where is Frank?" She asked showing the least amount of emotion she could.
"Don't fret my little pal, now that I have you I did not need him anymore." He smiles as he played with the knife in his fingers.
"What did you do with him?" He knew she was going to ask, but he could see right through her little act of bravery.
" I ate his heart and dumped his body." He heard Alyn begin to gag, which made him laugh.
" Okay, okay I did not eat his heart." He laughed again. " I did dump him though. He will be found soon enough, unless those stupid cops back at the station who left you unprotected are looking. Lord knows when they will find him then." Alyn's heart began to race, she knew the answer but had to ask.
"You killed him?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What on earth did you think I meant by dumped? He is not my boyfriend sugar." that gave her the answer. She noticed his dark sense of humor. He probably thought he was hilarious in his own mind, but who knows how many voices he might have to entertain in his head.

"Why are you changing the rules?" He looked at her as if there was something he missed.
" Rules? how do you know the rules I set my dear? Besides if I am making them, I can change them." He continued to play with the small knife in his rough hands.
" Why haven't you killed me yet, and i thought you killed women, not men." He looked at her, almost disappointed.
"Must I explain everything? I needed those boys so I could get to you my dear, no other pretty lady could understand me, but I think maybe you will, more than any of those... broads." She was wondering why he was giving her all this information, letting her see his face. She knew she must not be going to make it, but she had to find a way to get on his good side to stay alive as long as she could. Just long enough to outsmart him. Which was going to be hard.
" Understand you?" She was scared to ask what he meant by that.
"Yes, understand. See, you are so good at researching, I think that your professor shoould have given you an 'A', But, such as life. Some things are not understood. I belive that with a little more time, you will understand me fully, Im sure of it."