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Serial Killers: A Short Story

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Jolene wanted to die. Life in that hell hole was absolute torture. The room was windowless and had solid concrete walls. The air reeked of body odor, whiskey, cigarettes, and sex. The only furniture was a single dirty mattress in the middle of the room. It was stained a sickly yellow color. Jolene was chained to the wall, completely naked. The young girl had dark blue bruises on her breasts, hips, thighs, neck, and collarbone. She had deep yellow cuts on her back, stomach, and collarbone that had become infected. Time stood still in that awful room. Jolene had no idea how long she 'd been held captive. Maybe it was a month, or even a whole year. The young girl stared at the door in anticipation. Her heart skipped a beat when it opened. A large …show more content…

"Hey it 's okay. I 'm not gonna hurt you," he said, offering her his hand. She flinched and backed away again. "I 'm not gonna hurt you. We should get out of here before you freeze to death." She grabbed his hand hesitantly. Jolene had no reason to trust this man. He could be a serial killer or a rapist or even worse. She didnt have any other options however. She 'd die on her own. Jolene struggled to match the man 's pace. Her injuries were slowly catching up with her. The man led her into an alleyway. She leaned against the wall as he removed his jacket. "No no no, please! I can 't do it again, it hurts so bad!" She whimpered. "Hey hey, sweetheart it 's okay. I 'm not gonna rape you," he said in a hushed tone. He wrapped his jacket around her …show more content…

"Let 's get out of the cold. Are you okay with me picking you up? You really shouldn 't be walking with your injuries." The young girl stared at the man with wide eyes. Why was he being so nice to her? Every man she 'd ever known treated her like trash. What makes him any different? Why was he helping her? Nothing in the world is ever free. Surely he wanted something in exchange. Money? Sex? Why does he care? I have no other options, but if I refuse his offer, I 'll freeze to death. I guess I 'll go with

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