Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of their

it all went down, Melody caught up with me, “Phoebe, my bad. I got it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said to head there after

and went to

really

I was freaking

around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off, so

Dexter.

don’t you just drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off

with fear, I stopped to

hands came out of nowhere, covering my

I struggled but it was all in

day of

I greggily came to, I found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that let

in. I saw a tall fours in a

unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half

is an appropriate word for a murderer,

and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked of

I didn’t dare make

around, he seemed to be searching for something. Then he picked up an ave from the corner and dragged

cautiously climbed out

before someone knocked me out from behind and hit me to the

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