Page 12 of Bake the Town Red

She won’t let me go.

What ruins me, what truly destroys my soul, is that she murders bad people, and how badly I get turned on from that.

No. Tonight, I will not jack off to her.

I’ll write. I’ll write or I’ll sneak into her apartment, kiss her, and wake her.

Fuck no. What am I thinking?

I haven’t spent all this time ghosting her just so I could ruin it tonight. I have to keep her safe.

Writing. I have to write.

A few clicks and I have my blog’s page up and ready for today’s entry. CTCyfrin, short for Catch Them Cyfrin, is my blog name and username on sleuth forums online. Coming from Welsh origins, Cyfrin means secret. And that’s exactly what my identity is.

A secret.

No one can know who I am. I have to stay in the dark. Have to stay anonymous while I let off steam, stalk, and kill other murderers.

Yes, Dahlia and I aren’t that different. We’re not the same either.

Other than killing people, she needs to bake.

And I… I need to write.

Readers,

Gear yourself up. October is coming.

The time for the mysterious disappearances of people no one cares for. A spouse might file a report with the police. A landlord, a nosy neighbor maybe. But they never follow up. I’ve shown you enough evidence from the police files I stole from them to back up what I’m saying.

This year won’t be different. I can smell it.

Can you?

Maybe this year I’ll catch them.

Stay tuned.

Happy Halloween month,

CTCyfrin.

Today, unlike any other, writing has failed me. After pressing send, I’m no better than I was ten minutes ago. Not even when comments and conspiracy theories begin to flood.

The taunting comment from Watcher1988 doesn’t bother me like it used to, either.

If you’re so sure it’s them, why don’t you go over there? Why don’t you get him already?

I don’t owe them anything.

Once more, I don’t care.

I’m desperate. For her, only her.

My tattoo never stops burning. My cock throbs and aches and begs.

I love her.

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