Murder brought them together; death cant keep them apart.
Penelope is mine.
I put a bullet in the woman who sold her like a piece of meat.
Saved her.
Freed her.
But freedom doesn’t mean safe.
She doesn’t know I’m still watching.
Following.
Keeping her untouched, untainted.
I should walk away, let her live the life she should have.
But I won’t.
Because she belongs to me.
She just doesn’t know it yet. I’ve been patient. Waiting for the right moment to take what’s mine.
But time’s running out.
Because death is coming for me. And if I can’t have her no one will.
