behavior.”
She stops and looks over her shoulder at the clock which hangs above her desk, “I’m afraid our time is up, Gabriel.”
Her eyes find mine, “I’ll see you next week.”
I walk out of the double doors and into the dreary afternoon air. The Manhattan streets are packed full as people bustle about. My eyes are drawn to familiarity as I see the wet paper flap in the breeze. Her smile is bright, her hair pulled over her shoulder. “ Missing ” is typed in bold letters above her photo.
Dani LeBlanc
Height: 5’6
Weight: 120
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Last seen in her apartment building. Mysteriously vanished after taking the day off.
I sigh as the rain taps against my face. I text my father, letting him know that I’m taking the rest of the day off as I walk to the bar a couple of buildings down.
10
"I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing… I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since."
-H.H. Holmes
My fingers feel raw as I try and fit them in the gap between the window frame and the metal screen for the hundredth time, but it’s no use. He wasn’t lying. This is the place to be if ever there is a zombie apocalypse.
Bailey’s eyes stare at me from across the room, watching me as I plot my escape. I look at him suspiciously, feeling silly thinking that he’ll tell his master what I’m up to.
“What would you do? He took me and imprisoned me here!” I say, throwing my hands up and spinning around. Bailey whines and lays his head on his paws as he continues to watch me.
“Don’t go through my shit.”
I scoff as I recount what he said. Fuck him! What’s the worst that he can do? He’s already whipped my back bloody, forced me to come and had me trapped in a cold dungeon for days on end.
He’s a bastard, and I could care less if he’s particular .
I walk towards the dresser, the chain has enough slack for me to walk around the bedroom and the bathroom.
Opening the drawer, I’m surprised to see that his clothing is lined in perfectly folded stacks. I lift one of the plain undershirts and hold it in front of my eyes. Clearly, I can’t pull this over my head due to my collar and leash, so I throw it on the floor. Then, I grab the rest of his clothing and throw them on top of it.
Walking to his closet, I open the door, first grabbing one of his button down shirts and dressing myself – I then grab every single garment and throw them around. The floor is littered with clothing as I use my arm to sweep the items off of the dresser. His cologne breaks on impact, spreading his scent throughout the room.
I go into the bathroom and do the same. Paintings are thrown across the room along with vases and other breakables. When I come down from my fit, my eyes travel around the destroyed room. A chill shoots down my spine as I fall onto the bed and contemplate how stupid my actions were. I’m going to be punished. Either he’ll whip me, or starve me… even worse, he could kill me for what I’ve done. He clearly likes order in his life, and I just disrupted that. He won’t be happy.
I grab the remote and click on the television, tuning to the local news. After several minutes, I’m disheartened as I watch the newscasters carry on as if I never existed. Then, my heart soars with hope when I see my best friend with tears streaming down her face.
I point the remote at the television with a shaky hand and turn up the volume.
“Please, if you have my friend, bring her back. I can’t live without her. Dani, I love you. Come back home, please.”
I blink several times, releasing the salty tears that have collected. I would do anything to run into Misty’s arms and tell her that I’m okay, but I can’t. I feel helpless. Misty is one of the only people that I have in
She stops and looks over her shoulder at the clock which hangs above her desk, “I’m afraid our time is up, Gabriel.”
Her eyes find mine, “I’ll see you next week.”
I walk out of the double doors and into the dreary afternoon air. The Manhattan streets are packed full as people bustle about. My eyes are drawn to familiarity as I see the wet paper flap in the breeze. Her smile is bright, her hair pulled over her shoulder. “ Missing ” is typed in bold letters above her photo.
Dani LeBlanc
Height: 5’6
Weight: 120
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Last seen in her apartment building. Mysteriously vanished after taking the day off.
I sigh as the rain taps against my face. I text my father, letting him know that I’m taking the rest of the day off as I walk to the bar a couple of buildings down.
10
"I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing… I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since."
-H.H. Holmes
My fingers feel raw as I try and fit them in the gap between the window frame and the metal screen for the hundredth time, but it’s no use. He wasn’t lying. This is the place to be if ever there is a zombie apocalypse.
Bailey’s eyes stare at me from across the room, watching me as I plot my escape. I look at him suspiciously, feeling silly thinking that he’ll tell his master what I’m up to.
“What would you do? He took me and imprisoned me here!” I say, throwing my hands up and spinning around. Bailey whines and lays his head on his paws as he continues to watch me.
“Don’t go through my shit.”
I scoff as I recount what he said. Fuck him! What’s the worst that he can do? He’s already whipped my back bloody, forced me to come and had me trapped in a cold dungeon for days on end.
He’s a bastard, and I could care less if he’s particular .
I walk towards the dresser, the chain has enough slack for me to walk around the bedroom and the bathroom.
Opening the drawer, I’m surprised to see that his clothing is lined in perfectly folded stacks. I lift one of the plain undershirts and hold it in front of my eyes. Clearly, I can’t pull this over my head due to my collar and leash, so I throw it on the floor. Then, I grab the rest of his clothing and throw them on top of it.
Walking to his closet, I open the door, first grabbing one of his button down shirts and dressing myself – I then grab every single garment and throw them around. The floor is littered with clothing as I use my arm to sweep the items off of the dresser. His cologne breaks on impact, spreading his scent throughout the room.
I go into the bathroom and do the same. Paintings are thrown across the room along with vases and other breakables. When I come down from my fit, my eyes travel around the destroyed room. A chill shoots down my spine as I fall onto the bed and contemplate how stupid my actions were. I’m going to be punished. Either he’ll whip me, or starve me… even worse, he could kill me for what I’ve done. He clearly likes order in his life, and I just disrupted that. He won’t be happy.
I grab the remote and click on the television, tuning to the local news. After several minutes, I’m disheartened as I watch the newscasters carry on as if I never existed. Then, my heart soars with hope when I see my best friend with tears streaming down her face.
I point the remote at the television with a shaky hand and turn up the volume.
“Please, if you have my friend, bring her back. I can’t live without her. Dani, I love you. Come back home, please.”
I blink several times, releasing the salty tears that have collected. I would do anything to run into Misty’s arms and tell her that I’m okay, but I can’t. I feel helpless. Misty is one of the only people that I have in
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