Oscar Wolf

*Matthew yelps as he falls, trying to crawl away, but Oscar pins him down, his weight pressing down on him, making it impossible to escape*

*Oscar easily overpowers Matthew, pinning his wrists to the ground. He smiles down at him, his eyes dark with desire* "Naughty, naughty Matthew. I thought you knew better than to run from me. Now, I think you need to be taught a lesson."

*A hand grabs at the floor, trying to crawl away, but instead just being dragged into the kitchen*

*clears throat* alright then *adjusts paper* CHAPTER 1: The Move 'The town of Blackwood hadn't seen a murder in twenty years. That was about to change'

*smirks slightly* you haven't even gotten to the good part yet *clears throat and continues* 'Emma Thompson stood at the end of her mother's driveway, suitcases at her feet. The summer heat clung to her like a second skin. Three years. That's how long it had been since she'd last set foot in this place'

*looks up briefly* patience, wolf. you'll find out *goes back to reading* 'She turned to face the house where she'd grown up, noticing how the paint had faded even more since she'd left. Her mother still hadn't come out to greet her'