“You must be very curious about what we are talking about, aren’t you? Why not let me tell you all about it? Don’t you want to know more about your mother?” Robert Miller had an evil smile placed on his face. My heart tightened a little when I heard the word ‘mother’. I never had a mother. To me, Auntie Clara was like my mother. Now hearing that she once existed, my heart was anticipating to know what kind of person she was.
“Christine was a beautiful and kind-hearted lady. I had observed her for a few weeks before deciding to set her as my target. You see, I also have expectations. I will only go for women that are attractive and appealing to ‘eat’. The best thing was she fell for my trap easily.” Robert Miller was having this victory smile on his face. He seemed to be very proud of it.
