ManyWriters

My boyfriend was in bed, intimately entangled with my best friend.
I hid under the bed, secretly recording everything.
Suddenly, my friend's passionate moans turned into screams. The bed began to shake violently, and blood poured onto the floor like a waterfall.
Then, my friend's bloody head rolled down, her wide eyes staring directly at me.

Crimes Without Evidence

Inside the box were dozens of photographs.


Dozens of photographs of tortured girls.


The topmost one showed a girl, completely naked, spread-eagled, with syringes stuck all over her body. Her death was extremely gruesome.


I felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen in an instant.


Professor Smith leaned on his arm, looking at me with great interest, his eyes gleaming with mockery.


He crouched down, slowly moving closer to me, stroking my hair and taking a deep breath.


"Such beautiful blonde hair. I moved here just for you."


"Oh Emily, Emily, you don't know how much I love you."


I tried to stand up, but found my limbs weak and numb. I collapsed to the floor with a thud.


"Emily, you may be pretty, but you're too stupid. The police haven't shown up for an hour and you still didn't suspect me?""


Chapter 5