Chapter 5 - Chapter 4

# Chapter 4
AYANDA

I've lost count of how many nights I've stayed up late to scour every news article I can find on Vusi. The more I read, the more obsessed I become. I can't stop. The killings should scare me, but I'm strangely intrigued—a morbid fascination that spells trouble.

Especially now that I've sat across from him and had those near-black eyes on me and liked how his undivided attention felt. How it licked across my skin like a trail of fire.

He's a ruthless man who derives sexual pleasure from torturing his victims and violating their corpses. He takes his time, handling their bodies with due care. There's a twisted gentleness and thoughtfulness, something akin to his brand of love, behind every action.

I imagine him stroking his calloused, blood-soaked fingers over their tear-streaked cheeks, comforting them with hushed whispers before pressing down on the swell of their trembling bottom lip. Vusi is light and dark. His undeniable regard for detail and the care he takes in his killings clash with the vicious violence he possesses at the tips of his fingers. He's a ruthless monster who carves unconventional beauty with his blade.

In his own twisted mind, his victims were carefully picked for their youth, beauty, and ability to satisfy the beast that dwells inside him. It's an act of reverence on his part.

I jump when my colleague, Justice, clears his throat behind me.

"How many news articles have you read now? Ten? A hundred?"

Spinning around in my seat, I fake a smile. "Are you spying on me, Justice?"