Page 58 of I Know Your Secret
“I got you a helmet. Well, I’ve had it for a while, but still, it’s yours.”
I hate the butterflies in my stomach.
This man killed Brent. He’s killed every man I dated since we crossed paths.
He also drugged and molested me…
Even if I sounded willing in those tapes, I didn’t have a choice, I remind myself.
“What else is there to do around here?” I ask. I’m used to so much work that I leave on Friday with a longer to-do list than I started with on Monday.
“Well, there’s a library down the hall, and a pool out back, and I have a full gym, if you’re into fitness.”
He knows I’m not. He also knows I’m asthmatic because I spied my inhaler on the bathroom counter, when I clearly recall leaving it at home by accident when I went to Allison’s.
He went to my house and got things I’d need.
I ignore the warmth in my belly as I fork through the eggs he scrambled for me.
There are three locked doors. If one’s a gym and one’s a library, what’s the other?” I ask.
“Pray you never find out.”
A kill room, possibly?
I swallow over a speck of fear crawling up my throat. “Got it.”
He sighs. “Listen, last night…”
I shake my head, cutting him off. “Don’t ruin last night. It was perfect. I felt free to do what I wanted.”
“You don’t feel guilty?”
I laugh. “Why would I? I initiated it.”
He narrows his gaze at me as if he doesn’t believe me. “Well, then. Let’s talk rules.”
Stalker’s Rules For Survival
Do not try to escape.
Do not touch the computer equipment.
Eat three meals a day.
