︱DEDICATION︱

When Verena decides to write her psychology thesis on the person behind the murders that are happening around town, the last thing she expects is to catch the attention of the killer himself.

"Verena," My name rolls of his tongue like he's tasting me. "Why do you like to test my patience?" His lips curve into a dangerous smile, his eyes are closely watching me- watching my chest move up and down with every breath I take. Should I be scared? Or intrigued. I can't make up my mind, but one thing I know for sure; if he says my name again...

"Answer me, Verena."

Warning: This story contains mature content.