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Leander was sick at home, his parents had been away in Africa or Europe or wherever wealthy people went and Sarah had decided to visit him. She had even managed to make one of his favourite, chocolate zuchinni cake. He was a picky vegetarian so it delighted her when she was able to make something for him.

Sarah knew the backdoor key copy was hidden under the rock due to that one time when she and Leander had been making out in the back of his car and they had lost it. The thought of that night made her blush and she excitedly pinched the key the Vaugrenard family had hidden beside their doorstep.

The house looked empty, but if Lee was as sick as he sounded over the phone, he probably didn't want any guests. Good thing she was his girlfriend, she got express permission to break and enter.

He'd be happy to see her.

They had been dating for little more than eight months, and had yet to get a chance to meet up with him alone at home. He was probably going to be tired. She didn't want to jump his bones while he was feeling bad, as creepy as it sounded, Sarah just wanted to watch him sleep a little. He always seemed that much cuter in his sleep and she loved playing with his hair.

Alright, it was safe to say she was sketching his name in her handwriting and having pretty erotic dreams of him at night but they were still taking things slow and she didn't want to freak him out by popping in unannounced. Sarah wasn't stalking him or anything, she was just checking up on her poor, sick boyfriend.

Sarah closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Leander! I came over! Surprise!" She shouted into the house still sitting in the kitchen where the back door led. "I brought cake!"

She dropped the key on the kitchen island and left the zucchini cake alongside it.

Sarah heard a door open and the dying of music some where on the second floor. That's when a great idea came to her. Okay, she was going to play a teensy joke on him.

Sarah hid herself behind the island when she heard her boyfriend's heavy steps come down the stairs. He was probably coming down for a snack and he'd probably see the cake on the counter but this was going to be fun regardless.

She saw him, smiling cleverly to herself as Leander dried his hair off with a dark blue towel. He was still somewhat wet from the shower he had taken because the black t-shirt and dark blue jeans were sticking closely to his soft body as he came down from the second floor. He was humming in a deep voice the song Sarah had heard coming from upstairs with a subtle smirk on his lips. Sarah ducked behind the island, a grin on hers.

Leander skipped the kitchen altogether, however, he didn't have the chance to even see the cake or Sarah, and headed straight for the basement.

Sarah pushed herself up from the ground and bit her lip. She played with the hem of her dress nervously, she had worn it because it was Leander's favourite, but something felt off now. He didn't even sound or look sick.

That's when she spotted an old watch left in the counter but she knew it's owner.

Chris was a guy who used to go to Sarah's old high school during the phase when she was really into the gym bros. A very regrettable phase in her life. He always wore this grey steel watch and had tattoos going from his wrists to his shoulders on both sides. She hadn't seen him in years but despite him picking on her and making fun of her all the time, Sarah had always had the biggest crush on him.

Which begged the question: why the HELL was his watch in Lee's house?

Suddenly she was horrified. This couldn't possibly be some elaborate practical joke on her, could it? Chris had always let his teasing on her escalate to uncomfortable levels and now she thought about it, he had been at the same party she had met Leander.

Sarah's heart dropped into her stomach and she picked up the watch slowly.

It didn't look as if it had the same inscription of his initials on it. It definitely could have just been just something Leander had picked up himself.

She was still feeling a little uneasy after the weird conspiracy theory that Chris and Leander knew each other had crossed her mind. Shit, that definitely bothered her. There was no way it was true, but Leander had still sounded perfectly fine as he had headed downstairs.

Why would he lie about being sick? And he still hadn't come back up yet...

Sarah shook her head of the thought and quickly walked to the door Lee had gone through. He was just feeling better! Which was a good thing! It meant they could have a lot more fun today on her day off.

A warm smile came to her lips as she smoothed out the skirts of the cocktail dress Leander loved seeing her in and quickly skipped down the stairs.

Unlike a lot of the houses in the city, the Vaugrenard's basement was built like a bunker with all cement walls. And it just kept going...

Sarah had to have gone down at least thirty steps and the stairwell just kept going. It wasn't incredibly well lit either.

When Sarah reached a floor level, not quite at the basement yet she was suddenly at a crossroads. In from of her, the stairs lead down to the very basement. On one side there was a solid oak door with rustic handle. On the other was a steal door with a window but the glass was frosted over. Probably a walk in freezer. 'You know your family's rich when' came to mind, Sarah almost laughed.

Lee didn't really talk all that much about his parents but they were always somewhere else when she came over, always travelling to some other place. He was also an only child so that also kind of bothered her to know that he would be alone and sick. Sarah didn't know what she would do if she couldn't complain to her sister when she was ill.

She continued down to the basement, since Sarah highly doubted Leander was just passing his time in the walk-in freezer and the other door was locked.

It was getting a lot darker and the stairs switched back. She could even imagine how deep they were now, but the floor was still cement and her feet were freezing. She was going to have to surprise Lee quick and get up stairs fast because it was stupid cold.

Finally, Sarah came to a door slightly creaked open with dull artificial light pouring through.

She opened it wider and slipped through into an even bigger room than the whole house upstairs. She stared in awe at the climbing ceilings that went at least eleven feet, the wide square room and the ugly cement floor. In the corner there was the cold glimmer of a steel drain embedded in the very cement of the floor. However the drain was practically the only thing in the room besides a lone bed, a plain counter and sink, no mirror.

But Leander wasn't even in this room either and there were other doors too. However, only one of them was open and it was cold and creepy enough in this place that she didn't want to be here any longer. It was time to grab her boyfriend and go.

Tentatively, Sarah walked toward the only open door and opened it. A stream of bright artificial light burned her eyes until the pupils contracted and they adjusted to the scene.

Her breathing stopped as soon as she saw clearly.

There were tables, an enormous oven, a fridge which had its door slightly ajar, and a lone chair with someone sitting there, only fifteen feet away. On the walls there meticulously cleaned tools. Surgical tools, some construction tools and a couple knives, all glaring coldly at her from their position on the wall except for one which was stabbed into the wooden table. That one was covered in a dark red liquid. Blood, her mind corrected her.

Sarah was so shocked by the sight of the weapons in the cold, sterilized room that she had forgotten the person sitting in the chair. Her eyes drifted back to them, to Leander, her mind corrected her again.

His hulking body was bent over the enormous table that had bloody pieces of meat splayed across the surface. Leander was scarfing them down, all except the bone which he had tossed aside.

It clanked coldly on the dark cement floor and Sarah watched it with wide horrified eyes before her eyes were slowly dragged back to Leander. After her brief stint in health sciences, Sarah knew what a human femur looked like.

She couldn't believe or look away from her boyfriend as she backed up to the entrance opening. His once freshly cleaned body had been stained by dark red splotched and Leander was hungrily devouring the rest. She watched his human jaws saw threw muscle and fat, his fingers tear and rip flesh apart with hunger. The wooden chair on which he sat groaned in pain with the weight of him and it almost sounded like the one Sarah was holding down in her chest. His back spread out like a big dark wall and his enormous jeans barely contained the rest of him.

With each carnal moan, the enormous belly sitting between Leander's thighs fought against his black cotton shirt, slowly exposing itself as it expanded and pushed against the zipper of his pants. His belt snapped open with a metallic click and fabric stitches snapped in unison underneath the ravenous sound of Leander's mouth tearing into the hunks of meat.

She had always felt so safe and happy.

How long had she been there? It felt like seconds or an eternity as she was forced to freeze in horror. Finally able to control her legs, Sarah back up right into the door frame, her back turning off half the lights in the room.

Half the lights were plunged into darkness and Sarah realized the sounds of Leander eating had stopped. Faster than she imagined he could move, Leander's muscular arm grabbed the knife and ripped it out of the table. He flung himself around, his swollen stomach gurgling with the unprocessed flesh still sitting inside.

His whole figure heaved as Leander's enormous hands clutched the knife tightly and his eyes found her small body pressed up against the wall.

A mere fifteen feet separated them and Sarah could see his strangely calm face twitch around the eyes as they widened slightly.

The lower half of his face, all the way down from his mouth to the bottom of his shirt was soaked with a trail of blood. It looked like a gory vampire movie except the body parts behind him were real.

Her whole body felt numb.

Leander ran towards her and a high frightened sound shot from her throat as his thundering steps pounded the concrete.

She finally found the door in her fear and threw it closed. It was steal and Leander's enormous body rammed into the surface with a thundering crash that inspired Sarah's feet to save her life. She made it to the entrance of the basement by the time Leander had flung the other door open and sent it crashing on its hinges.

He was strangely agile. Sarah's cold feet leapt to the stairs but she could hear him as if he was right behind her and her mind keenly felt the edge of blade in the back of her thoughts.

He was going to kill her.

Her boyfriend was going to KILL her.

With a cry she escaped up the stairs and twisted in the switchback and climbed up the stairs, but when she came to the crossroads her feet forgot where the exit was and they turned left. Coming right to the freezer. The door was unlocked and Sarah, without too many options, flung herself through it and closed the steel wall. A few seconds later an enormous blur passed in front of the small, frosted window to the walk-in and Sarah ducked back, her breath coming out in clouds.

She could hear the thundering of footsteps as Leander searched for her but Sarah was still down in second floor of the basement.

She had seen them the second Sarah had entered the freezer. The dismembered limbs, turned blue and black where the blood had dropped. They were hanging from hooks in the wall, rusted and black from use. And amongst them, she found a familiar handless arm with a tattoo sleeve running up the cold flesh.

Her feet were in terrible pain as the skin began to stick to the surface of the icy floor. However, instead of escaping the icy tomb, she crumpled to the floor, trying to muffle her sobs.

Her tears were chilling quickly as they froze to her face and Sarah buried it in her knees. She was terrified, how was she going to get out of here? Another painful sob escaped her cold, dry lips.

Her toes curled on themselves in the cold, long after she had lost track of Leander's steps. He could have even left the house by now and she was still hiding down there. Sarah's mouth twisted as she shivered uncontrollably, breathing in quick soft breaths as the dress that Leander loved pooled on the frozen floor.

She realizes she could choose to die here, she could stay here until her skin fully formed to the floor and she fell unconscious, she could do that instead of risk being caught. It almost seemed like a kinder fate than being brutally murdered by one of the people she had loved most in her life. But she knew her dad would have wanted her to keep fighting. The hardened cop who loved his daughters and had a bad sense of humour would want her to do her best to escape, to make it home safe just like he did every day. And if they had to know, if Leander did to her what he did to the people... if her dad ever found out... if anyone ever found her, they would know that she fought her hardest.

The tears flowing from her eyes stopped. Her brittle fists tightened and using the rest of her strength, Sarah pulled on the frozen surface of the freezer door and slipped out soundlessly.

Cement stairs were better than hardwood floors in that they were almost noiseless. Her feet had warmed a little, but Sarah still felt uncoordinated. The basement door wasn't closed. And she peaked through.

The sliver of the kitchen that was visible was empty. The door wasn't seeable but she knew where it was in relation to the basement. Sarah mapped it out carefully in her head. Even if Leander was outside the house she had to be careful. She could run to the door, escape into the alley and run as fast as her legs could carry her. Her keys were somewhere upstairs, she didn't have time to grab them.

But once she started running and if he was still inside the house, he'd know exactly where she was. Sarah blinked her eyes tightly, fighting with herself again, and quickly threw open the door.

The things she learned in track and field was that starts were everything. A bad start could mean you lose the race, a good start could mean making it to the finals. She had stopped running about a year ago, but her escape from Lee's basement was one of the best starts she had ever made. Her legs moved like liquid. Fluid, graceful, she didn't even so much as clip her ankle on the furniture and her strides were powerful and driven. Then she was suddenly at the door.

That's where the race usually ends, when the runners stop. Sarah had won that part, but her insides tightened when she jingled the handle. She had forgotten she had locked it after entering. She had won the heat, but when a pair of hands grabbed her around the waist, Sarah knew she had lost the final.

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Leander was sick at home, his parents had been away in Africa or Europe or wherever wealthy people went and Sarah had decided to visit him. She had even managed to make one of his favourite, chocolate zuchinni cake. He was a picky vegetarian so it delighted her when she was able to make something for him.

Sarah knew the backdoor key copy was hidden under the rock due to that one time when she and Leander had been making out in the back of his car and they had lost it. The thought of that night made her blush and she excitedly pinched the key the Vaugrenard family had hidden beside their doorstep.

The house looked empty, but if Lee was as sick as he sounded over the phone, he probably didn't want any guests. Good thing she was his girlfriend, she got express permission to break and enter.

He'd be happy to see her.

They had been dating for little more than eight months, and had yet to get a chance to meet up with him alone at home. He was probably going to be tired. She didn't want to jump his bones while he was feeling bad, as creepy as it sounded, Sarah just wanted to watch him sleep a little. He always seemed that much cuter in his sleep and she loved playing with his hair.

Alright, it was safe to say she was sketching his name in her handwriting and having pretty erotic dreams of him at night but they were still taking things slow and she didn't want to freak him out by popping in unannounced. Sarah wasn't stalking him or anything, she was just checking up on her poor, sick boyfriend.

Sarah closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Leander! I came over! Surprise!" She shouted into the house still sitting in the kitchen where the back door led. "I brought cake!"

She dropped the key on the kitchen island and left the zucchini cake alongside it.

Sarah heard a door open and the dying of music some where on the second floor. That's when a great idea came to her. Okay, she was going to play a teensy joke on him.

Sarah hid herself behind the island when she heard her boyfriend's heavy steps come down the stairs. He was probably coming down for a snack and he'd probably see the cake on the counter but this was going to be fun regardless.

She saw him, smiling cleverly to herself as Leander dried his hair off with a dark blue towel. He was still somewhat wet from the shower he had taken because the black t-shirt and dark blue jeans were sticking closely to his soft body as he came down from the second floor. He was humming in a deep voice the song Sarah had heard coming from upstairs with a subtle smirk on his lips. Sarah ducked behind the island, a grin on hers.

Leander skipped the kitchen altogether, however, he didn't have the chance to even see the cake or Sarah, and headed straight for the basement.

Sarah pushed herself up from the ground and bit her lip. She played with the hem of her dress nervously, she had worn it because it was Leander's favourite, but something felt off now. He didn't even sound or look sick.

That's when she spotted an old watch left in the counter but she knew it's owner.

Chris was a guy who used to go to Sarah's old high school during the phase when she was really into the gym bros. A very regrettable phase in her life. He always wore this grey steel watch and had tattoos going from his wrists to his shoulders on both sides. She hadn't seen him in years but despite him picking on her and making fun of her all the time, Sarah had always had the biggest crush on him.

Which begged the question: why the HELL was his watch in Lee's house?

Suddenly she was horrified. This couldn't possibly be some elaborate practical joke on her, could it? Chris had always let his teasing on her escalate to uncomfortable levels and now she thought about it, he had been at the same party she had met Leander.

Sarah's heart dropped into her stomach and she picked up the watch slowly.

It didn't look as if it had the same inscription of his initials on it. It definitely could have just been just something Leander had picked up himself.

She was still feeling a little uneasy after the weird conspiracy theory that Chris and Leander knew each other had crossed her mind. Shit, that definitely bothered her. There was no way it was true, but Leander had still sounded perfectly fine as he had headed downstairs.

Why would he lie about being sick? And he still hadn't come back up yet...

Sarah shook her head of the thought and quickly walked to the door Lee had gone through. He was just feeling better! Which was a good thing! It meant they could have a lot more fun today on her day off.

A warm smile came to her lips as she smoothed out the skirts of the cocktail dress Leander loved seeing her in and quickly skipped down the stairs.

Unlike a lot of the houses in the city, the Vaugrenard's basement was built like a bunker with all cement walls. And it just kept going...

Sarah had to have gone down at least thirty steps and the stairwell just kept going. It wasn't incredibly well lit either.

When Sarah reached a floor level, not quite at the basement yet she was suddenly at a crossroads. In from of her, the stairs lead down to the very basement. On one side there was a solid oak door with rustic handle. On the other was a steal door with a window but the glass was frosted over. Probably a walk in freezer. 'You know your family's rich when' came to mind, Sarah almost laughed.

Lee didn't really talk all that much about his parents but they were always somewhere else when she came over, always travelling to some other place. He was also an only child so that also kind of bothered her to know that he would be alone and sick. Sarah didn't know what she would do if she couldn't complain to her sister when she was ill.

She continued down to the basement, since Sarah highly doubted Leander was just passing his time in the walk-in freezer and the other door was locked.

It was getting a lot darker and the stairs switched back. She could even imagine how deep they were now, but the floor was still cement and her feet were freezing. She was going to have to surprise Lee quick and get up stairs fast because it was stupid cold.

Finally, Sarah came to a door slightly creaked open with dull artificial light pouring through.

She opened it wider and slipped through into an even bigger room than the whole house upstairs. She stared in awe at the climbing ceilings that went at least eleven feet, the wide square room and the ugly cement floor. In the corner there was the cold glimmer of a steel drain embedded in the very cement of the floor. However the drain was practically the only thing in the room besides a lone bed, a plain counter and sink, no mirror.

But Leander wasn't even in this room either and there were other doors too. However, only one of them was open and it was cold and creepy enough in this place that she didn't want to be here any longer. It was time to grab her boyfriend and go.

Tentatively, Sarah walked toward the only open door and opened it. A stream of bright artificial light burned her eyes until the pupils contracted and they adjusted to the scene.

Her breathing stopped as soon as she saw clearly.

There were tables, an enormous oven, a fridge which had its door slightly ajar, and a lone chair with someone sitting there, only fifteen feet away. On the walls there meticulously cleaned tools. Surgical tools, some construction tools and a couple knives, all glaring coldly at her from their position on the wall except for one which was stabbed into the wooden table. That one was covered in a dark red liquid. Blood, her mind corrected her.

Sarah was so shocked by the sight of the weapons in the cold, sterilized room that she had forgotten the person sitting in the chair. Her eyes drifted back to them, to Leander, her mind corrected her again.

His hulking body was bent over the enormous table that had bloody pieces of meat splayed across the surface. Leander was scarfing them down, all except the bone which he had tossed aside.

It clanked coldly on the dark cement floor and Sarah watched it with wide horrified eyes before her eyes were slowly dragged back to Leander. After her brief stint in health sciences, Sarah knew what a human femur looked like.

She couldn't believe or look away from her boyfriend as she backed up to the entrance opening. His once freshly cleaned body had been stained by dark red splotched and Leander was hungrily devouring the rest. She watched his human jaws saw threw muscle and fat, his fingers tear and rip flesh apart with hunger. The wooden chair on which he sat groaned in pain with the weight of him and it almost sounded like the one Sarah was holding down in her chest. His back spread out like a big dark wall and his enormous jeans barely contained the rest of him.

With each carnal moan, the enormous belly sitting between Leander's thighs fought against his black cotton shirt, slowly exposing itself as it expanded and pushed against the zipper of his pants. His belt snapped open with a metallic click and fabric stitches snapped in unison underneath the ravenous sound of Leander's mouth tearing into the hunks of meat.

She had always felt so safe and happy.

How long had she been there? It felt like seconds or an eternity as she was forced to freeze in horror. Finally able to control her legs, Sarah back up right into the door frame, her back turning off half the lights in the room.

Half the lights were plunged into darkness and Sarah realized the sounds of Leander eating had stopped. Faster than she imagined he could move, Leander's muscular arm grabbed the knife and ripped it out of the table. He flung himself around, his swollen stomach gurgling with the unprocessed flesh still sitting inside.

His whole figure heaved as Leander's enormous hands clutched the knife tightly and his eyes found her small body pressed up against the wall.

A mere fifteen feet separated them and Sarah could see his strangely calm face twitch around the eyes as they widened slightly.

The lower half of his face, all the way down from his mouth to the bottom of his shirt was soaked with a trail of blood. It looked like a gory vampire movie except the body parts behind him were real.

Her whole body felt numb.

Leander ran towards her and a high frightened sound shot from her throat as his thundering steps pounded the concrete.

She finally found the door in her fear and threw it closed. It was steal and Leander's enormous body rammed into the surface with a thundering crash that inspired Sarah's feet to save her life. She made it to the entrance of the basement by the time Leander had flung the other door open and sent it crashing on its hinges.

He was strangely agile. Sarah's cold feet leapt to the stairs but she could hear him as if he was right behind her and her mind keenly felt the edge of blade in the back of her thoughts.

He was going to kill her.

Her boyfriend was going to KILL her.

With a cry she escaped up the stairs and twisted in the switchback and climbed up the stairs, but when she came to the crossroads her feet forgot where the exit was and they turned left. Coming right to the freezer. The door was unlocked and Sarah, without too many options, flung herself through it and closed the steel wall. A few seconds later an enormous blur passed in front of the small, frosted window to the walk-in and Sarah ducked back, her breath coming out in clouds.

She could hear the thundering of footsteps as Leander searched for her but Sarah was still down in second floor of the basement.

She had seen them the second Sarah had entered the freezer. The dismembered limbs, turned blue and black where the blood had dropped. They were hanging from hooks in the wall, rusted and black from use. And amongst them, she found a familiar handless arm with a tattoo sleeve running up the cold flesh.

Her feet were in terrible pain as the skin began to stick to the surface of the icy floor. However, instead of escaping the icy tomb, she crumpled to the floor, trying to muffle her sobs.

Her tears were chilling quickly as they froze to her face and Sarah buried it in her knees. She was terrified, how was she going to get out of here? Another painful sob escaped her cold, dry lips.

Her toes curled on themselves in the cold, long after she had lost track of Leander's steps. He could have even left the house by now and she was still hiding down there. Sarah's mouth twisted as she shivered uncontrollably, breathing in quick soft breaths as the dress that Leander loved pooled on the frozen floor.

She realizes she could choose to die here, she could stay here until her skin fully formed to the floor and she fell unconscious, she could do that instead of risk being caught. It almost seemed like a kinder fate than being brutally murdered by one of the people she had loved most in her life. But she knew her dad would have wanted her to keep fighting. The hardened cop who loved his daughters and had a bad sense of humour would want her to do her best to escape, to make it home safe just like he did every day. And if they had to know, if Leander did to her what he did to the people... if her dad ever found out... if anyone ever found her, they would know that she fought her hardest.

The tears flowing from her eyes stopped. Her brittle fists tightened and using the rest of her strength, Sarah pulled on the frozen surface of the freezer door and slipped out soundlessly.

Cement stairs were better than hardwood floors in that they were almost noiseless. Her feet had warmed a little, but Sarah still felt uncoordinated. The basement door wasn't closed. And she peaked through.

The sliver of the kitchen that was visible was empty. The door wasn't seeable but she knew where it was in relation to the basement. Sarah mapped it out carefully in her head. Even if Leander was outside the house she had to be careful. She could run to the door, escape into the alley and run as fast as her legs could carry her. Her keys were somewhere upstairs, she didn't have time to grab them.

But once she started running and if he was still inside the house, he'd know exactly where she was. Sarah blinked her eyes tightly, fighting with herself again, and quickly threw open the door.

The things she learned in track and field was that starts were everything. A bad start could mean you lose the race, a good start could mean making it to the finals. She had stopped running about a year ago, but her escape from Lee's basement was one of the best starts she had ever made. Her legs moved like liquid. Fluid, graceful, she didn't even so much as clip her ankle on the furniture and her strides were powerful and driven. Then she was suddenly at the door.

That's where the race usually ends, when the runners stop. Sarah had won that part, but her insides tightened when she jingled the handle. She had forgotten she had locked it after entering. She had won the heat, but when a pair of hands grabbed her around the waist, Sarah knew she had lost the final.