Genvieve
I've decided to patiently await whatever reveal Brandon seems to be awaiting. I know that there's no way I would be able to overpower him in this situation, especially still being groggy from whatever the fuck he injected into my neck. Every muscle in my body screams with discomfort like I just did an entire week of full-body workouts. I'm slightly dizzy and nauseous.
Brandon has been more of a gentleman than I think he's been since I've met him. Offering me drinks, tucking me in with a pillow and a blanket. He probably thinks that all of these things are winning me over, but all they're doing are proving how fucking unhinged he is. A worn-out couch pillow and a scratchy fleece blanket aren't going to make me magically forget the fact that he's a fucking deranged serial killer. Now I've seen his face, so there's no way that they plan to let me out of here alive. I've dissected enough case files in my day to know how this goes.
