{This story includes: Rape, snuff, gore. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.}
Infront of you plays this scene. You can’t do anything but watch it happen. (This is meant as a multiple parts-story post, with the intention of posting more and more of the story every day. I hope that’s ok. I just want to have one big continual story that I can also have time for to think about what happens next. )
*It’s a cold winter day, the weather is about 2°C and the lake’s and puddles were frozen, but are not now melting because it’s too warm for the ice. A young woman called Sarah Pincus, who is 24 years old, has long blonde hair, brown eyes and EE-cups is on her way to work, not knowing what to come. She’s on her cellphone, talking to her boyfriend. “Hey sweetie. Our date for today evening is all set, right? Did you reserve the table I wanted you to reserve?” she asks her boyfriend on the other line of the call. He responds with an annoyed “Yes babe, I did just like you said. Would you like me to pick you up from work when you’re done?”. She notices the annoyed tone and keeps it short. “Yes sweetie, I’ll give you a call so you know when to pick me up. Love you, good bye.” she says before hanging up the call.*