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He giggled as he dragged the red lipstick across the photo on his pad. Crossing out a smiling face, he rushed to type another text message. This time they would be scared, really scared. The exact way he liked his prey, scared for their lives

Amara rushed to her desk from Scott’s office. That man was insane and only God could save him. They had been together all weekend and Scott still welcomed her to work today with his crazy sexual fantasy.