He scanned the room, questions ticking in his head as he read the hands of the clock: 6:00 p.m.
The last thing he remembered was walking out the door twenty-four hours ago.
With unsteady hands, he reached for his pills and choked one down. Were the dark images that had slipped into his dreams real, or had he’d imagined them?
The blood on his hands indicated that he hadn’t simply dreamt of vile acts, but that he’d performed them. That he had enjoyed them. That she had deserved it.
That tonight he would lose time again, that he would fade into the abyss of darkness where a monster’s soul stole his body, that he would continue to do so until someone stopped him.
But they would have to catch him first.
And that was not an option.
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