This could be the end.

I never thought that I would die like this. I've never actually given much thought about how I would die, but the idea of being murdered by my boyfriend for 3 years, who turned out to be a serial killer, hunted me down and tricked me for years, yeah that idea never crossed my mind.

But I was strong, I knew I was. After all I survived without a family or a memory for as I long as I can remember, and I wasn't about to let a crazy maniac end my life. I wasn't going down like this, no way.

But what can I do? he was obviously stronger than me, he was taller and heavier, so any idea of a physical struggle will bring me one step closer to what seemed like an eminent death. The only way I would survive was if I outsmarted him, I needed to stall him, work on his ego and ask as many questions as I could to distract him, then I would use the element of surprise to escape. With my fingers crossed, I put my plan into action. 

-Why did you wait for 3 full years? You could've killed me sooner.

-Now now babe, pay attention, Kris said as he let go of my face after so long, I told you, I needed to enjoy this. It couldn't be rushed. See, to me, killing is not just something I do, I don't kill people for sport Mary. I take the process very seriously. 

As he was talking, I started backing into the kitchen with a frightened look. I was pretending I was so terrified of him that I started unconsioucly backing away, and honest