Prologue

Kia lay on the floor, bleeding out as her life flashed before her very eyes. She tried to hold on to her consciousness and stop the darkness creeping into her vision. But it was so damn hard. Too hard to focus, too hard to think, too hard to breathe. All she could do was lie there, feeling weak and useless.

She felt a foot push against her arm and roll her over. Through her fading vision, she saw him. He looked like the devil himself as he grinned with lust in his eyes. She saw him stick out his tongue and lick his lips hungrily as his face began to grow closer to her.

He was bending down. No, mounting her. His right hand grabbed her neck, and suddenly, her vision focused as her eyes bulged out. She could feel everything in that moment: every finger around her neck, the blood flowing out of her torso and soaking up her vest, his thighs touching her, and his crotch on her stomach.

She wanted to scream, wanted to fight, but her arms lay by her side, limp and unmoving. She tried to find her voice under the pressure of his grip but only managed to let out a shallow, almost inaudible croak.

He fumbled with her pants, scratching hungrily. She felt his fingers on her, and even in her weakened state, she felt disgusted. Everything within her wanted to fight, and yet her body lay limp as she struggled for breath. He succeeded, pulled her pants down with her panties, and began to unbuckle his belt.

She tried to turn away, to shift her legs away from beneath him, but this only earned her a slap that sent her into a wide daze. And then, in that brief moment in which she was blinded by pain, she heard a loud, powerful bang.

When her eyes refocused, she found him frozen. He was still looking down on her, but his face no longer held the mischievous grin of lust. Instead, there was confusion and slight signs of pain. His gin widened awkwardly to reveal fangs that seemed to stretch down from his upper teeth. With no warning, he fell forward.

The weight of the notorious serial killer and rapist, Keith Agarath, fell on her, forcing her to lose the remaining air in her lungs along with her consciousness.

In the darkness of her mind, her final thoughts weren't thoughts but a single image, his face grinning down at her.