The Serial Killer’s Girlfriend

Summary

I, a comatose woman, am the girlfriend of a serial killer.

My boyfriend, Ismael, adores me. Because I'm always asleep, I’m not like the ninety-nine other "playthings" who tried to pry into his secrets.

The last poor soul who ventured into the basement looking for clues ended up, that very night, a slurry of bone and flesh, flushed down the sewer with caustic acid.

Every night, Ismael would pant as he pressed down on me, whispering, “I miss you so much, darling. Please, wake up soon, won’t you?”

I was terrified, nearly clenching every muscle in my body.