Drizzy Drake!! <3
For a moment, I thought I wasn’t breathing, there he sat rocking her back and forth in his arms, begging for it to just be a horrible nightmare. Sadly, it wasn’t. I could hear the banshee screams coming from the ambulance, it was her mother. It was her only child. And after losing her husband daughter and mother had become even closer, they were all each other had. The sadness in her eyes, and voice troubled me, as he daughter fell prey as the seventh victim of this monster. “The Samson Killer” they’d call him. With his sick perversion he’d leave messages in letter form attached with a photo of the women he’d murdered. Samson would then violate her over and over again, and his letters gave details that made the Detective Nixon sick. He was the lead detective in this case and it bothered him deeply. Morrison had never had a thing like this happen in their community and in the last four months they’ve experienced more death than they could remember. This case though, took him for a whirlwind, as he turned to me, I told him details about the victims and he death, there were discrepancies, but he just stopped me dead in my tracks and said, asked even, “When will it all end?
Just a sample of what I am writing, feel free to tell me what you think. Constructive criticisms only!!!