Bear My Heart: A Small Town Paranormal Romance - Plot & Excerpts
He always wore a condom and latex gloves when he took her. She clung on desperately to that last sliver of hope. If he was taking care not to leave his semen and fingerprints, that meant that he wasn't intending to kill her, right? Maybe he would let her go after he grew tired of her. She had never seen his face. So she couldn't identify him. She had tried to ask him his name, but he only told her that he was the Artist. The Artist threw the used condom and gloves into a plastic bag. But he didn't remove his hood. She could only see his eyes through the hood. His eyes were like chips of ice, greenish-blue, flinty and cold. She sagged against the wall, tugging at the collar around her neck with trembling fingers. She closed her eyes and tried to stem the nausea. She always felt like throwing up after he touched her. The Artist settled in a creaky wooden chair and picked up his pencil and sketch pad.
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