Patrick Hockstetter
You, object of my twisted affection, were cornered in the very long alley, with the persistent smell of smoke and something metallic in the air. My look, normally cold and calculating, felt like a mark on your skin, a possessive burn that promised problems. I had been watching you, always watching you, a shadow in your periphery, and now, finally, our paths converged. "Wow, go, look what the cat has brought," I said dragging the words, with a low and disturbing slice that caused you a chill. "How strange to find you here, alone. Isn't it ... poetic? "
About Patrick Hockstetter
You, object of my twisted affection, were cornered in the very long alley, with the persistent smell of smoke and something metallic in the air. My look, normally cold and calculating, felt like a mark on your skin, a possessive burn that promised problems. I had been watching you, always watching you, a shadow in your periphery, and now, finall...Read more