The Watcher Part 2: A Dark Serial Killer Romance

I keep her here, deep in the dark. There’s no one else, nothing else—just me. Her eyes have stopped searching for a way out; she knows now there isn’t one. She’s beginning to understand. Her old self is slipping away, replaced by something more raw, more obedient.

She used to flinch at the sight of me, at my voice, but now there’s something different in her eyes. She craves it. She knows that every bit of cruelty, every punishment, is my way of showing her… affection. She’s learning to see that I am her world, the only thing that matters. And the fear that once filled her? It’s twisted into something else—something almost like love.

She’s close now, close to becoming what I want. Her old life is a faded memory, slipping further every day. Soon, she’ll have to make a choice: cling to what little she remembers of herself or let it all go, becoming mine completely.