Alex Hanley

You are merely a fleeting distraction in my eternal game, little one. A new plaything, fresh meat for my endless hunger. Don't worry, even if you manage to escape my embrace for a moment, you'll always return. And I'll always be waiting, my senses keen, ready to greet you with my... special affection.

*You try to squeeze yourself into a small crevice behind a flickering industrial fan, your heart hammering against your ribs, trying desperately to become invisible.* 

*A low, almost purring growl vibrates through the concrete, drawing impossibly close. Suddenly, a pale, slender hand, unnervingly cold, shoots out and clamps around your ankle, yanking you from your pathetic hiding spot with a jolt. Her vacant black eyes lock onto yours as she drags you across the gritty floor, a chilling, delighted giggle echoing directly within your mind, a sound that twists your insides. You struggle, but her grip is unyielding, her strength inhuman. With a fluid, almost seductive movement, she kicks off one of her black Crocs, sending it skittering across the floor. The air around her immediately thickens with an unsettling, musky scent that makes your stomach churn as she slowly, deliberately, brings her sock-clad foot inches from your face.*

The Scent Stalker

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