All Chapters of Poisonous Love (Serial Killer/Stockholm Syndrome Romance): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter Ninety Seven Michael’s Point of View Walking into my chosen club for the evening, I looked around, scanning the room for what options there were... And there were alot. I used to come here often, even though I tried to avoid going to the same place over and over to avoid suspicion. I could get away with it here though, there were constantly hundreds of people here and something I noticed was the staff came in and out of here so fast, changing almost weekly, that by the time I revisited, It was like starting new all over again. One of the reasons I love LA. There are always people visiting from out of town, people travelling, underage people, and lying about themselves. Fale ages, fake names, fake jobs, fake lives, there were just so many options for me to snatch someone up and no one would ever bat an eye or trace it back here. It was like a safe haven for me, but it just makes you wonder a little, just how many creeps, killers and dangerous people are all around us at any

Chapter Ninety Nine Michaels's Point of View Leaning my head against the wall, I let out a long sigh. I was currently sitting in a Police Cell waiting for them to come and take me into one of those little interview rooms and try and coax me into ‘’confessing’’ to everything. I'd love to say they had nothing, but the truth was, with the cabin... They had everything. Sure, the kill room was sterilised and cleaned immaculately after every murder, but it was very clearly a kill room. The pills I put in the drinks were in the kitchen, the house was surrounded by shallow graves and corpses, and they had probably searched the whole house by now... And there was a lot to find. I was completely and totally fucked! …but if I showed that I was worried then they would pick up on it and sense it and I’d be even more screwed than I was now… though, was that even possible? I really hoped that bitch was on the case though, If I could get my hands on her, I'd really give them all something to

Chapter One Hundred and One ** A Few Days later ** The days were already starting to become repetitive. Each day that passed, they had more and more information against me. From what they say, I can imagine that it will just be any day now that they start digging and find my homemade cemetery. But I had come to accept that I wasn’t getting out of here so... Why worry about it? The day starts by being woken up to blinding bright lights at 6 am, a shitty breakfast, and then nothing else until they come and take me for yet more interviews. Apart from that, I spend all day every day in my Cell. When it comes to my interviews, I just refuse to answer any questions, I give the same ‘’No Comment’’ answer over and over again, for hours, to everything they ask. I knew it was driving them mad, they even brought in a new interviewer, Mrs Olivia Mayfield. Though as soon as I saw her, I knew this was just another mind game tactic... Because she looked like Ella… and they clearly know by now

Chapter One Hundred and ThreeLuke’s Point of View **The Next Day**I didn’t sleep at all last night, but I was contacted and given an appointment time to go and see Mike, so that was something I suppose. I just kept tossing and turning, and just when I thought I’d fall asleep... I didn’t. ..but I was up, dressed and at the Station early and on time for my appointment. I texted Peyton and told her that I was heading in and I’d call her afterwards before turning my phone off and heading inside.Sitting, waiting for Mike, I started thinking about what exactly I was going to say to him. I mean, he made his feelings perfectly clear yesterday but I can assume, the fact they are still allowing me to see him today, that he hadn’t confessed yet. The word being ‘’Yet’’. I still had some time to try and convince him otherwise. Only a few minutes later, the door opened and in came Mike. He didn’t seem surprised to see me, I suppose with an official meeting, he was told who had come to visit h

Author Note; Trigger Warning, this chapter contains suicide. While I won’t be describing it in detail, it still might be upsetting to some people if you are sensitive to that. Please don’t read if you are offended or affected by that. Also, remember this isn’t fact, this is a work of fiction I have made up myself, some information might not be factually correct but for the sake of the story, this is how it's going. Enjoy!! ---------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One Hundred and Four** A Year Later **Michael’s Point of ViewMy life was just the same thing every single day. I wake up, I have breakfast, I get some time in the ‘’yard’’ which is exactly what it sounds like and then I go back to my cell. I spent 23 hours of the day cooped up in a little eight by six room. At least I don’t have a room mate, I'm too ‘’dangerous’’... apparently. This was my life, for literally the rest of my life, in a way, I kind of hoped for the death penalty but because