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.

death. I was back pacing Flare Alley at night.

Tangle Lane

for it and went to Tangle Lane after my

was really on my tail.

I was

around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off,

Dexter.

tell her we’re engaged to get her off your back? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her on her own, I’ll make you pay

fear, I

out of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose.

I struggled but it was all in vain. Then I quickly

day of the incident.

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

I tried to get in. I saw a tall fours in

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

that “stunning” is an appropriate word for a murderer,

blue eyes, With chiseled features and

didn’t dare make a

something. Then he picked up an ave from the corner and dragged it

covered my mouth in fear and cautiously climbed out of the crate, trying to escape.

out from

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