#Chapter25

Doomed.

That is what I was.

My whole existence was doomed, I guess I was just born to be tortured and as I helplessly laid there watching the lunatic before me pull out all kinds of things out of his bag, I knew that I wasn’t just doomed, I was completely, done for. This had to be my end.

“I watched you, I mean I sat outside your home for a while, keeping tabs on everything you did.”

He admitted that like it was a normal thing to do to basically stalk someone.

“Then I saw you, I mean, I followed you, you bought hair dye, makeup, got a...