My vision was still hazy trying to figure out what had happened. I smell a sweet metallic scent of dry blood on my pillow. I must have lost a lot of blood. My hands are all tied up on the headboard with a rope and my body lying naked on the bed. How long have I been sleeping? I look at the clock that was hanging on the wall and it's already past eight in the evening. My head hurts like hell and I still feel dizzy after passing out for so many hours.
"Let me guess, you are the copycat serial killer?" I hoarsely said.
I’m still exasperated to figure out the identity of the person in front of me. The person looks familiar to me, just can't recall when and where did we meet.
"Is that what everybody is calling me now?"
"What do you want from me, wine, money, or s*x?" I’m trying
