I'm sorry

Grimacing, Trevor tossed the controller in his hands across the room after switching off the large TV on the wall.

He rose from where he sat and stepped to the middle of the room.

Tilting his head, he thought back to what was said by the reporter. Several more bodies had been found dead at the elite clubhouse and Trevor knew who they were even before the names were revealed.

He wondered how long it had taken for them to get to see the now decomposing bodies of Tricia and Lauren.

Recalling the pleas from both ladies, he shook his head frantically and glared.

He didn't want to kill them. In fact, he had no intentions to do such, but sometimes, he couldn't control himself.

It was as if he was a different person entirely and self-control was always far from him whenever it happens.

Since he came to terms with what he was, he had never gone to sleep without his hand being soiled with blood.

And he had never hunted the innocent until now. He believed he was driven by lust and hunger since i