Like my skin and hair... they were pure white. "Holy SHIT!" I blurted out, suddenly realizing whythose people had run. I no longer looked human. With ...y pure white skin,hair and eyes... I looked completely unearthly. Inhuman.Especially my eyes. They made me look as though I couldhave been a statue or something. No, even worse, they mademe look like I was a creature of the night... maybe a ghostor vampire. "No wonder they ran..." I whispered, suddenly feelingextremely tired. Turning from the. To him, the unique circumstances surrounding Emma Majeski's death were just that -- a distinctive motive for an atypical crime."He may not be a serial killer in the sense that he chooses random victims, or just any pretty girl," Lester said. "Maybe he just triggers off of women who do what our girl did... women who show it off a little too much."Sam was listening intently. He'd always respected Lester's basic intelligence, but seldom had he heard the Sheriff engaging in what could be considered. When Lee and I turned 18, we parted ways-Lee went to another state for higher studies and I stayed for mom’ssake.Lee’s parents visited us regularly since he wasn’t around and I was like a son to them.Mom by then had a suitor and sometimes he called her on the phone. She always said”I miss you,” to the guy before hanging up. I did asked who the lucky was and ifmarriage was on her mind. Mom said it was someone I don’t know and that this old flameis happily married and she’s not going to be the. He moved through each of his implements, explaining how to use them, and beating her ass raw. While he was using the cane, she started to bleed.* * *As Master DeSade hit her ass with stroke after stroke, Lilith cried and screamed. She didn’t want to die, but her ass hurt so badly it was hard to play attention to his explanations of how to use each implement. Eventually, he stopped explaining and just beat her. Even though he hit her harder and harder, the pain seemed to recede, or rather she.