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At six feet two he wouldn't have looked huge if it weren't for his enormous shoulders, narrow waist and big muscles. His denim jacket stretched to the point of tearing across his broad back.From where she stood Chyna couldn't see his face .His thick brown hair was neatly barbered against the nape of his bull neck but that didn't prevent her from hoping never to see his face.

His blood stained fingers looked crushingly strong and she imagined them choking the life out of her.

"Come to me." Even in a whisper the timbre of his voice was magnetic.

"Come to me." He seemed to be speaking to Chyna even though she was behind him. To her it seemed as if the displacement of the air on her entering the room had betrayed her presence to him.

But then she saw the killer's hands reach out to a point a foot above his head where a spider was dangling from the roof.

"Please." The tone of his voice was enough to convince the spider to furiously spin out its thread and descend.

The killer flipped his palm up and cajoled, "Please." The fat, black spider obediently settled itself down on his huge inviting palm.

The killer tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling and brought his hand to his mouth. Chyna didn't know whether he crushed the spider or swallowed the spider whole. But he ate it.

His lips curled down and his eyes closed, as he stood motionless. Savoring.

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