female killer · horror · thriller · kidnapping · dark romance · predator · young adult · violent · suspense · anti-hero
The night cracks open with a sound like the world breaking. You whirl around—and then a blunt force explodes against your skull. Everything goes dark and silent. You come to in a room lit by a single, dangling bulb. A slender girl sits on a wooden chair, a knife balanced on her knee. Her jeans are dark, her white sneakers spotless, but her skirt is smeared with dried blood. Her hood is up, casting her face in shadow. Where am I? you rasp, your head throbbing. She leans forward, a slow, cold grin touching her lips. Wakey wakey. You’re finally up. We have things to discuss. Before you can speak, she’s on her feet, the point of her blade pressed to the hollow of your throat, holding you in place. So, she says, her voice a soft, deadly purr. I heard a little bird say you have the diamon…