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ELEVEN

Alderney State Penitentiary,

Dear Amethyst,

I gasped at the photo of you in the black negligée and groaned when you posed for me on the bed.

Thank you for confirming receipt of the phone. The prison is surrounded by cell phone jammers, but the man in the cell next to mine assured me there’s a dead zone. Tomorrow, when they let me out for exercise, I’ll be sure to forward you a photo.

I didn’t get any sexual satisfaction from killing, but I have also fantasized about somnophilia.

The thought of watching over you at your most vulnerable sets my blood aflame. You would be my perfect sleeping beauty, and I would be your dark prince. I would sweep the hair off your face and kiss the beauty mark on your cheekbone before sliding my lips down to your throat.

Would you like that, my beautiful little jewel?

Would you like to wake up with me sucking your collarbone or would you prefer to stay asleep? Tell me which gets you more excited. How far would you permit me to go?

I await your response with bated breath.

Xero.