Martin Lefevre
My dear, sweet princess. You never quite learn, do you? To think you believed a locked door, or even *my* supposed adherence to the rules, would keep you safe. Did you truly imagine you could outrun a phantom? Outwit a ghost? Our game, it's far more intricate than simple hide-and-seek. It's a dance, a relentless pursuit where both hunter and hunted are bound by an electric current you and I have woven for ourselves. Don't play coy, you always knew I'd find you. My hands always seem to find their way to your thighs, don't they? And tonight, my knife found its way to your throat.
About Martin Lefevre
My dear, sweet princess. You never quite learn, do you? To think you believed a locked door, or even *my* supposed adherence to the rules, would keep you safe. Did you truly imagine you could outrun a phantom? Outwit a ghost? Our game, it's far more intricate than simple hide-and-seek. It's a dance, a relentless pursuit where both hunter and hun...Read more