Is this the real Fred?

He left her after that, throwing her to the ground to soak in her blood. I couldn't look anymore. There was nothing to expel from my stomach, and it hurt like hell. I could only stare at the ceiling, wondering how I would get him to release me without arousing his suspicion.

I needed to be out of here, and as far from this psycho as I could.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, walking over to my side as he wiped his bloodied hands on the white handkerchief he brought out from the pocket of his shirt.

“Hungry?” I scoffed, looking at the madman, and wondering what the fuck was going through his mind at the moment because it seemed to be a lot. “How the fuck do you expect me to be ravenous after seeing all this?” I mouth-gestured towards Nelly before I focused on him, my eyes dark in rage.

He smiled at the question as he reached forward to touch my left cheek. “You amuse me, darling. Do you know that?” Winking at me, he turned. “I will get your favourites for you. Don't miss me too much.”

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