ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE
He had decided.
As much as he wanted Swanbitch to be the next specimen, for her pathetic name to gain everlasting fame as one of the victims of the infamous genius that was the Mannikin Killer, he decided against it.
She was on alert, too wary and that bastard dwarf Horton had moved in with her.
He would take the pair of them, no doubt about that but he would bide his time. Let them relax their guard. It might take some time, but he had all the time in the world. Which is more than could be said about Swanbitch.
He had decided.
He would take the new specimen shortly. He was watching her. Observing. Planning.
He knew everything about her. Had sat next to her and talked to her. He could see the adoration in her eyes. He knew, just knew, she would be a willing o
