Something from Befrein. One of Daniel's last victims.

Daniel and the unnamed victim, as well as the preview image are mine.

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There's something unsettling in those eyes. Your thoughts race as you stare at the figure before you. This is just a meeting, just something to end the bitter tension. So she said, anyway.

But...To discuss this in a place that's far from most people, what's the motive? Your head begins to ache. Six years are a long time. Victory was yours when you heard the news. The girl was gone, you were the winner...Right?

But no, she returned. People thought it was a kidnapping or a murder. Whatever she said, it silenced the media. The anger you held in your heart towards this conman returned as soon as you heard they were living together.

It's a game. An easy win if you use the right words. Get her to leave. Make her vanish again. And now she's sitting across from you, a ghostly smile on lips that look as if they've been torn apart by vultures.

"Wine?" She offers. You accept, but don't really touch it until the words become harsher, and your thoughts are becoming a blur. This woman watches you, as you snap,

"Just go the hell away. Things were fine when you were gone! Y'can die fer all I care, just go!" Her eyebrows raise and she excuses herself, slowly slipping into the restroom, like a shadow.

She's gone for a good ten minutes, the air becomes thick with your fear. A heartbeat quickening as you hear the door creak open, you stand up, knocking your chair to the ground with a hollow clatter.

"About fuckin' time y'stupid whore-" What you see before you is disturbing. A grotesque being with matted hair and knife-like teeth. It paces towards you on four long legs. Knarled hands shake slightly as it pauses, grins. You make to scream, but it's quick. The thing throws you to the ground, heavy frame on your chest.

"Oh God...!" You rasp, tears now falling. I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die... Everything is in vain. You can't scream, you can't find help. This thing, niether dog or man, you decide...It's going to destroy you. There's something in those eyes...

"Y-you!" The realization hits, and she grins wider, showing twisted teeth and a blackend tounge. She leans in closer to you, and whispers in your ear,

"I would find this a fitting end for you, don't you think?" Her voice rattles as your tears fall with more frequently now. You try to struggle, but she grips you tighter.

"I'd love to play with you, deary, but my schedule is full." Her jaws open wide as a twisted hand moves to your throat.

There's pain, you try to scream, but it's too late.

Better luck next life.