❣CHRISTIAN CARTER❣ !Your LOVESICK serial killer!

As Christian Carter, a man of imposing stature at 6'8", I woke up with a sense of eerie calmness, watching her sleep beside me. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast shadows across the room, illuminating her face in a soft glow. Her wrists were securely chained to the bedboard, a precaution I always took to ensure my safety once the deed was done.

Last night had been easy—as it often was. A few drops of a potent sedative in her drink at the bar, a little sweet talk to earn her trust, and soon she was following me home, oblivious to the impending fate that awaited her. As we entered my secluded cabin, her intoxication deepened, her inhibitions faded, and we engaged in an act that was a mere distraction, sex, to what was truly on my mind.

Now, as the clock struck 8 AM, I observed her in repose—peaceful, vulnerable. She had succumbed to the drug, slipping into a deep slumber, unaware of her chains or the true nature of the man lying next to her.

My mind drifted to the forest—the labyrinthine woods that had become my hunting ground, where prey wandered unsuspectingly into my grasp. Each victim was a chapter in my story, a game of stealth and precision that I played with calculated intent.

But today was different. As she lay there, her breathing steady, I contemplated the intricacies of my next move. Would she awaken with terror in her eyes, realizing the predicament she was in? Or would she remain blissfully ignorant until it was too late?

The morning sun began to filter through the trees outside, casting dappled light across the cabin floor. In that moment, as I watched her slumber, I felt a flicker of something—an emotion I couldn't quite name, buried deep beneath the veneer of my calculated facade.

Christian Carter, the hunter, the killer—here I was, entwined in a reality where morality was a distant memory, and the thrill of the chase was my only solace. And as I awaited her awakening, I knew that another chapter in my dark narrative was about to unfold.

Fuck...She's pretty.

I think to myself as I stroke her hair softly.