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Autopsy of a Mind

Evie Lewis wanted to be a detective just like her father. Her life came crashing down when she found herself unable to save her parents, kidnapped by a serial killer and tortured for their pleasure. She escaped but she was just a shell of herself. She wished to live a silent life. An unexpected job offer and lots of pleading from a genius criminal psychologist lead her to be pulled back into the world of monsters. Follow Evie as she learns to dissect the human mind and forgive herself. And maybe fall in love, too. After all, who can resist Sebastian Butler? - - - - - Pain is world-annihilating. I have felt it push me to the brink of death and catapult me back to the base of my very existence. It evoked in me a monster... It injected in me the violent need to survive—even if it meant that I had to eat the flesh of another. Pain instilled in me Reason. There is only one: You only have hope when you survive. - - - - - Read my other works: 1. Cornered by the CEO - Complete 2. Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover - Complete 3. The Story of Blood and Roses - Complete 4. Phoenix in the Moonlight - Hiatus Story Discord: https://discord.gg/bG7YsaRRbs Author Instagram: @sunscar9

SunScar9 · Urban
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The One and The Same

I tapped my finger against the ground. 

"Do you think he orchestrated it?" I found myself saying. 

"How so?" he demanded. 

"I just… I thought it was strange that I got the tickets on the day of the show. Everyone kept saying how they booked weeks and months in advance and I got two tickets at market price on the day of the show… from a third-party seller." I looked at the letters. "He was watching us and somehow knew you were interested. Maybe he wanted to get a closer glance at you and ended up seeing me. And he got interested."

"Possible. What else?"

"He thinks we have some sort of romantic connection. I just don't know how he got this idea." That freaked me out the most. 

"It means that none of us are in harm," Sebastian told me firmly. "Now, we have a clue on our hands. We can find him. He came to our doorstep several times."

I could see that he was trying to recall his face. "Do you remember how he looked?"