Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of their target.

Melody caught up with me, “Phoebe, my bad. I got it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said to head there

fell for it and went to Tangle Lane

someone was really on my

Anybody there… I think someone’s behind me.” I was freaking out, calling

I got was their goofing around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off, so I kept dialing

Dexter.

get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off your back?

I

came out of nowhere,

my grasp. I struggled but it was all in vain. Then I quickly lost

of the

came to, I found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china

I tried to get in. I saw a

saw his face. Pale skin, long and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face, the word

is an appropriate word for a murderer,

he got a pair of glacier blue eyes, With chiseled features and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked

I didn’t dare make

for something. Then he picked up an ave

mouth in fear and cautiously climbed out of the crate, trying

knocked me out from behind and