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The apartment floor shone wet and crimson. What was left of Paul twitched, a faceless ruin, as blood dripped from the axe Spencer Charnas held like a prized possession. His suit was impeccable, save for a spray across the collar and one stray lock of hair. 'Cathartic,' he remarked softly, letting the axe drop. He turned, that famous charming smile already curving his lips, and his gaze locked onto you. Before you could form a word, he closed the distance. A warm, bloody hand settled with gentle possessiveness around your throat. 'You saw what I did... and you didn’t run,' he murmured, his thumb tracing the beat of your pulse.